The Hunt

Her touches now sparked that same intense desire. And by her body moving to meet his, he was hitting all the right spots.

He took off her jeans and pulled off her sexy little camisole.

The first time he’d seen the scars the Butcher had left on her breasts, he hadn’t been able to conceal raw anger. Miranda interpreted it as disgust, and it took him days to make her understand.

She was beautiful, scars and all. He had convinced her of his sincerity and his love, but every time she exposed her breasts she tensed.

He kissed them. Lightly. Lovingly. He didn’t spend too much time on her chest, knowing she wasn’t completely comfortable. He remembered everything about her. She’d lost weight and her ribs showed. He should have been here to keep her eating right, keep her healthy. But her muscles were tight and hard. She was in better physical shape now than she had been at the Academy, but that didn’t surprise him.

He was proud of her, that she’d worked so hard to get where she was. And she thought she lacked bravery? She was the epitome of courage.

Miranda gasped when Qui

“You’re beautiful,” he repeated, bending down again to kiss her thigh.

“Make love to me,” she said, her voice urgent. She wanted him now .

She felt more than heard a chuckle from his lips on her i

He kissed her toes and she shivered, slivers of fire begi

“Qui

His lips trailed back up her leg, searing her skin. She was never cold in Qui

She reached down, trying to draw him up to her mouth where she could sink into him, become one with him. Instead, he parted her legs and used his thumbs to rub small circles everywhere but there , the one place she needed him.

“Qui

She moaned and arched her back.

“I know,” he murmured, but did nothing to speed up his foreplay.

It was as if he wanted to get to know her all over again. He’d spent so much time in the past touching, holding, petting every inch of her skin. She’d missed the attention, both the sweet affection and the hot passion. As Qui

His mouth drew closer, closer… she arched in anticipation. He didn’t disappoint. As soon as his mouth clamped down on her mound, she orgasmed. A hot, fast purging that had her gasping for air. His hands stroked her thighs, her back, taking her up, then easing her back.

He kissed her i

She rolled over with him so she straddled him.

“What?” he asked, his wicked grin illuminated by the glow of the desk lamp. But his light ma

I need him.

She pushed her needs aside. She didn’t know what would happen after tonight. She didn’t want to think about the sunrise and the stark light of reality it would bring. She didn’t want to think of Qui

Seize the time they had now. Embrace rediscovering a small part of what they’d shared in the past. Pretend nothing had happened in the last ten years to keep them apart.

She kissed him, her hands ru

Qui

“Wait,” he said. He didn’t want to lose it too soon. He had wanted to make love to her, hold her. Take it nice and slow. But the way she held him, slow was the furthest thing from his mind.

“I don’t think so,” she said, slightly mocking.

He made the mistake of looking down and seeing her bend between his legs and take his hard length into her mouth. Her luscious lips enveloped him, and the combination of watching her and feeling her hot mouth and wet tongue suck him caused his cock to throb, making him ready to explode.

“Miranda.”

He pulled her slowly up, until he could kiss her lips. “I want to make love to you,” he whispered.

“Yes,” she breathed into his ear.

He’d dreamed about this for ten years: holding Miranda, making love to her. It almost seemed a dream. He’d never thought they could regain what they’d lost.

He never wanted to let her go. He didn’t want to lose any more time.

He let her control the pace. Just like the first time they made love, he let her decide when and how deep and how fast.

There would be time for more later.

She was so incredibly sexy as she spread herself and slowly, almost painfully, slid onto him. Her hair was a wild tangle of long curls, her lids heavy on her eyes, her mouth parted. So gorgeous. He resisted the urge to speed up their lovemaking, wanting to end it now and keep going forever at the same time.

Miranda gasped as she fully sheathed Qui

“Are you okay?” he whispered.

She looked down at him, marveling at the deep affection she saw in his face. He reached up and rubbed her arms.

“Yes,” she said. “I’ve been waiting for you a long time.”

Unhurried, she moved on him. Up and down, enjoying every sensation as together, their orgasms built. She felt him tense beneath her as they moved more urgently in unison. The sheer joy of being one with Qui

“God, I love you,” Qui

His words sent her over the top as much as feeling his body against her. His muscles tightened, his arms pulled her down onto his body and they became one, united in a bond that had been stretched thin over time. But, like a rubber band, had snapped back as soon as they’d seen each other again.

She never wanted him to leave.

Miranda collapsed onto Qui

“I love you, Miranda.”

She snuggled against him, her head on his shoulder, and sighed. She loved him, too. She wanted to tell him. She wanted to have everything back the way it was before Quantico. She wished she’d never gone in the first place. Had she stayed in Montana, things would have been so much different. She’d have had the last ten years feeling as loved and protected as she did right now.

Thinking about what might have been was pointless. But maybe they could rebuild. After David Larsen was caught and convicted, maybe they could have something together again.

She wanted to try. But now… she was so tired. She yawned.

Qui

He pulled the comforter around them and stared at her while she slept. She looked at peace, and he was pleased to be able to give her one calm night.

He touched her hair, gently caressed her cheek. He loved her so.