In the end, the only words he needed
were hers in Reclamation: Got your Six
Here's a little sneak peek:
Max cupped her cheeks while staring into dark eyes. His fingertip grazed her full lips. The love in his heart reflected in their depths. Max’s heart squeezed in gratitude.
“No.” She placed a kiss on
the tip of his nose. “This is perfect. You’re perfect… for me. Love you, babe.”
Leaning in, she kissed him softly, Max gloried in the feel of her lips on his,
deepening their connection. Tamara threw one leg over his and moved closer.
Smiling, he watched her
maneuver on the narrow lounger until she lay on top, hands planted on his
chest. Tamara met his gaze with a wicked gleam. “I’m on top,” she stated the
obvious.
Max’s hand moved beneath the
light fabric and rested on the small of her back, grateful she wore boy shorts
and a tank top. Nothing felt as good as her soft, warm skin.
“Okay. Now what?” Max
wiggled his brows and ran a palm down to her firm ass. “Nice pillow.” He
slapped one cheek and then squeezed both, enjoying her squirming. “Hope you
know what you’re doing with all that wiggling.” Max lifted his hips slightly,
pressing his hardness into her.
“Yes, I do.” Tamara turned
toward the sliding glass door. “How long before Kevin wakes up?”
Max bit back a groan.
Hearing your kid’s name was a sure-fire way to deflate your boner. “An hour or
two, maybe less, so let’s hurry.”
Tamara sat with her hands on
his stomach and her legs hanging on each side. The morning sun surrounded her
like a halo, kissing her mocha complexion and confirming his belief she was his
angel.
“Hurry?” Tamara shook her
head slowly and placed a hand on his lips. “Sorry, don’t do … hurry or fast.
Not with you.” She rolled her hips. Black chin length hair moved against her
face, providing cover. Her eyelids drooped half-way.
Max gasped as pleasurable
tension shot through his core. Perhaps he should rethink that angel
classification. The delicious torment wreaked on him leaned in the opposite
direction. His heartbeat raced.
“Babe, what are you doing?”
Max asked, trying to catch a breath.
“Nothing, just checking
things out from up here.”
Closing his eyes, he dropped
his head onto the lounger, allowing his lover to do her thing. Lately, a
project at work had kept her tied in knots, and being a stress reliever had
awesome benefits. Four days at the beach seemed the perfect remedy to rest and
reconnect. Tamara’s knuckles grazed his cheek.
Max opened his eyes
half-mast, watching, and waiting.
“I love you so much,” she
whispered.
His dick jumped. Not because
of what she said, but how the longing in her voice crawled inside his skin. “I
never thought… never expected to meet someone like you. Not after… well,
Eugene.”
Max tamped down the
burgeoning irritation at the mention of that bastard into this special time.
Tamara rubbed against him,
coaxing his cock back to life and robbing his mind of thought. His grip
tightened on her ass, holding her close.
“You are so much more. A
great father, friend to so many, and most importantly…” she whispered, and then
kissed him lightly, again and again. Her tongue brushed against his mouth and
slid between his lips.
Eager to join with her,
Max’s body hummed with expectation. His fingertips trailed between her legs,
seeking entry. “What? Most importantly what?” he asked when she stopped moving.
Tamara’s lips hovered above
his. “Mine. All mine.”
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