“Love you,” he said as he sank until he couldn’t sink anymore.
She moved her hips, clasping him tight with her inner muscles.
“It never stops,” she whispered as her tongue licked up his neck and into his mouth. “Love me, Jude. I need it.”
He took them both to the floor, not caring that it was cold, only knowing that he needed to be inside her, moving, making her cry out for him—pleasuring her, loving her.
He pulled out and sank back inside her heat. She lifted to him, pulling him flush on top of her so that no part of them was separated. He thrust up into her and stilled, fighting off the call of orgasm, wanting it to last and last.
“Need you,” he bit out.
“I know,” she said softly.
Their breaths mingled, and his skin prickled where her breasts pressed against his chest. His heart thudded, and he thought hers did too. He moved faster inside her. In and out, over and over, ecstasy building in waves that promised to drown them. Heat and wetness coating them both, sweat melding their bodies together, and still they moved as one, reaching for the finale.
His spine tingled, and her pussy clamped down on him. He was done, exploding inside her, feeling her internal muscles pull everything from him. He rolled over and pulled her on top of him. Better he had the cold floor than her.
“The floor’s cold,” she mumbled against his neck.
He chuckled. “I think you killed me, and all you can talk about is how cold the floor is?”
“If I’d known you were going to jump me as soon as you walked in, I’d have set up a pallet,” she argued.
“There’s a bed over there.” He pointed somewhere behind him.
Her head came up at that. “Seriously?”
He nodded as a smile split his face. “Would I lie about a bed?”
She bit his pec through his shirt. He laughed.
Then he cradled her head and forced her to look at him. “A truth?”
“I’m game.”
“I’m going to keep you safe.”
She stared at him, her big, gray eyes warm and accepting his promise. “Is that right?”
He nodded.
“I’m going to keep you safe too.”
His cock stirred again, but an alarm began to sound and Ella moved off him. “I’ve got to clean this and get it bandaged.”
He started to open his mouth, and she shot him a glare. “Do your worst.”
It took her about five minutes to clean the shallow cut and Steri-Strip it. Then she put gauze and tape over it and lowered his shirt.
He kissed the top of her head. She burrowed into his neck. They stood that way for a few precious seconds. The need to move pressed on him then, and he obeyed it.
Jude moved to the monitors and cursed. The cameras in the trees surrounding the cabin showed Dresden’s current plan of action clearly. “Ella, put on the outerwear in your go bag. Right now.”
She did as he bade. Dresden was about to use explosives to get in. Jude knew the man had a larger contingent of men winging their way toward the cabin’s location. They had to move. There was no way Dresden could penetrate the steel, but maybe he was hoping he could tunnel under. What Dresden didn’t know was that there wasn’t soil underneath the comm room. There was a massive cavern. In theory, he could hit the structure hard enough to force the cavern beneath to crumble. As with the rockslide Jude had encountered earlier, it could happen here.
Jude didn’t think it would happen. After all, the room had been built to survive a nuclear holocaust. A little overboard, but Jude knew what the world was running toward, and he’d wanted a way to protect his family. But he wasn’t God to know if the cave system would hold up to that much of an explosion.
So they’d have to run.
“What about the cat?” Ella asked as Jude changed his clothing into warmer wear. He shoved new outerwear into his go bag and moved to the armory.
“What about it?” he asked absently.
“Chica goes with us,” she said firmly.
He stopped loading ammo into another knapsack long enough to check the monitor and throw Ella a look of disbelief. “You named it?”
The cat meowed.
“I named her, and she goes.”
His woman was worried about a stray cat? When Dresden was about to try to blow them sky high? Damn.
“Shove her in your go bag, zip it up, and she can go,” Jude told her, grabbing the last bit of ammo he could stuff into his knapsack before he zipped it shut.
“Chica?” Ella called, and damn if the cat didn’t immediately go to her.
Jude watched in bemusement as she put the cat gently into the sack, talking to it like it was a child and could actually understand.
“Do we have a couple of cans of Vienna sausages down here?” she asked him, her gray eyes pleading.
He thought his eyes were going to bug out of his head. But he threw a thumb over his shoulder and said only, “Check under the sink over there.”
She did and made a triumphant sound as she shoved two cans into the sack with the cat.
Jude gave one last look to his comm room.
“You can rebuild,” she offered.
He nodded in affirmation. Maybe he would, but only with her.
Jude reached for her hand and tugged her to the door. “Got your weapon?” he asked.
“Yeah. Holster at my back,” she answered. “And I’ve got one in my boot. Oh, and I stole a KA-BAR from your armory.”
“I approve.” He held out a rifle to her. “Put your go bag on first, then strap that over your back.”
She did as he told her. No questions. Not even the cat complained.
“We’ve got about an hour hike out of these
