Unfinished Hero - Raid Part 27

That was hot.

It was amazing.

And it was beautiful.

Then he made it more beautiful when his lips slid to the skin under my ear and he muttered, "Be back,", then his lips slid over my jaw as he slowly, so slowly, slid out.

He barely moved his body from over mine before he dragged my afghan over me to cover my nudity, then he rolled off the bed. I curled up on my side and watched as he walked into my bathroom.

I lay there, sated, feeling so fine I didn't know anyone could feel that fine and thinking that I just took off my clothes, and naked as the day I was born f.u.c.ked a beautiful fully clothed man and came so hard I might not need another o.r.g.a.s.m for a decade.

This made me grin, which was what Raiden caught me doing when he walked out of the bathroom.

When he caught it, his amazing eyes warmed, his entire face softened and Raiden Miller in my bedroom grinned back.

Then he gave me more beautiful.

He stopped at the side of the bed and he did something remarkable, something I'd remember for the rest of my life.

It wasn't the same, but it still was. While I watched, taking his time, Raiden took off his clothes. Giving me what I gave him, making what already was a happy memory for me, trusting that he would take care of me, do right by me, give me beauty, a happier memory when he gave it right back to me.

Then he put a knee to the bed, lifted the afghan, slid under it with me and pulled me into his arms.

On our sides, front to front, my arms around him, my head tucked under his chin, my forehead to his throat, cheek to his collarbone, I heard and felt his rumbled, "You good?"

"Um... they haven't measured this level of good, thus it has as yet gone undefined, so the answer is yes, but the word is wrong."

His arms tightened and his body started shaking.

Idiotically, I kept talking. "I'll be contacting Webster tomorrow. My suggestion will be absof.u.c.kingmazing."

Raiden's body started shaking harder.

That was all the idiocy I had left in me. My o.r.g.a.s.m drove the rest of it out, so I had nothing left to give except silently cuddling closer to Raiden.

He got control of his hilarity, his body quit shaking and his neck moved before I felt his lips on top of my hair where he murmured, "My girl came hard."

I so did.

"Yeah," I whispered.

"I think you're gonna have fun with the way I like to play," he noted.

He was not wrong.

I didn't answer. Just cuddled closer.

"Yeah, she's gonna have fun," he muttered into my hair, and I heard the smile in his voice. But there was no smile, his voice was gruff when he finished with, "My reward."

That was twice he said that, but I let it go, mostly because I had a feeling he would tell me what that meant when it was his time.

He fell silent. I remained that way.

We held each other and Raiden only moved once, to lift a hand and brush the tips of his fingers tenderly along my neck at the place where his teeth sank in before his arm moved back around me to pull me closer.

There was something about that gesture, that touch. Something significant. Something I wasn't sure I got, but something I liked. I didn't question it, didn't say a word; not willing to break the mood, not about to question that gesture of tenderness Raiden gave me, happy just to accept it silently.

After a while, I tilted my head back and his chin dipped down so I could catch his eyes.

Those eyes.

In my bed.

Looking at me.

I let that settle as I asked an important question.

"You want a hot fudge sundae?"

"Yeah," he answered, lips twitching.

"I make homemade hot fudge," I shared.

"Then f.u.c.k yeah," he replied, now smiling.

I reached up, touched my mouth to his and said, "Let's go."

He lifted up, taking me and the afghan with us so I was still covered, which was again sweet.

He pulled on his jeans commando.

I rooted under my pillowcase and pulled on my pajama shorts (commando) and my tank top (also commando).

We went downstairs and I started a pot of hot fudge sauce that eventually burned beyond being edible.

This was because as I was preparing to a.s.semble the sundaes, I got out a spray can of whipping cream And Raiden saw it.

So the hot fudge ended up burned.

But I ended up naked on my back on my kitchen table getting another o.r.g.a.s.m that had everything to do with Raiden: his hands, his mouth, his tongue and a can of whipping cream.

It was better than any sundae I'd ever had.

Much better.

Chapter Thirteen.

That Kind of Love.

The next morning...

I was in the kitchen standing at the counter in my pajamas, arranging the cinnamon apple slices on top of the coffeecake batter, when I sensed movement to my side.

I turned my head.

Raiden was there.

This wasn't a surprise. I'd heard the water going in the bathroom upstairs.

But it was a delight, seeing as he was wearing nothing but jeans, his hair a s.e.xy mess, his eyes drowsy but warm and on me as he sauntered my way.

I smiled. "Morning, sweetheart."

His "morning" was better.

He said no words but fitted the front his big body to the back of mine and wrapped his arms around me. Then he bent his head and kissed my shoulder.

Yes, a whole lot better than mine.

His stubbled chin came to rest on my shoulder and I knew he was watching my hands arrange apple slices.

This was proved when he rumbled, "That looks good," his voice deeper because it was like his eyes, still a hint sleepy.

"Apple cinnamon streusel coffeecake," I told him.

"Jesus," he murmured, sounding slightly stunned, as he would considering the countertop was a mess of bowls, ingredients and coffeecake preparation residue.

Suddenly, I felt tense, nervous and hurried to explain, "It's not an, um... everyday thing but I kind of felt in the mood for something..."

Oh G.o.d! I should never have pulled out the big gun coffeecake that took forever to bake and a.s.sembly was seriously fiddly.

What was I thinking?

"Special," I finished lamely, thinking that said too much too soon.

Raiden wasted no time communicating he didn't think it said too much, too soon.

One of his arms around my middle let me go only to lift and wrap around my chest. He pulled me deep into his body, and this time he kissed the skin below my ear.

"Haven't tasted it yet, but already know it's perfect," he whispered there, and I relaxed into his hard frame.

He gave me a squeeze before his arms loosened, and I informed him, "Coffee's made. Cups are in the cupboard over the coffeepot."

Raiden let me go, but did it sliding his hand across the skin of my chest, the other one across the material of my tank at my midriff before his body disappeared.

He got a mug and was filling it when he asked, "You need a warm up?"

I was smoothing the top layer of batter over the apples when I answered, "Yeah."

He brought the pot to my mug and topped it up, asking, "See milk, babe. You need more?"

"Yeah, sweetheart. I use the creamer in the door of the fridge."

He went, grabbed the French vanilla-flavored Coffee-Mate and splashed some in my cup.

I spread the streusel on top of the batter thinking this was fabulous. Me cooking. Raiden topping up my coffee. Couple stuff that felt natural and right, even though we'd only had two dates.

Maybe Raiden's brand of slow was good.

He leaned a hip against the counter as I slid the cake in the oven and went to wash my hands at the sink.

"Your day?" he asked as I dried my hands.

I moved to stand in front of him, grab my mug and leaned against the counter, too.

I took a sip and told him, "Grams to mah jongg then me to my place in town, if the cops will let me get in. I need to see what Heather got up to, if I'm caught up, orders filled, get back on top of that."

"You need me to talk to Joe to make sure you have access, I'll give him a call," Raiden offered and I smiled.

"I think I'm good, but I'll let you know."

"All right, honey."

I repeated his question, "Your day?"

He took a sip and dropped the mug to the counter. "Hardware store, back here, installing new locks for you. Then I gotta go into Denver and see to some s.h.i.+t."

Two sentences, a huge amount to go over.

"New locks for me?" I asked.

"Your lock sucks," he answered.

"But-"

"And, Hanna, it's good we're on this because you answered the door to me last night and I didn't hear the lock go."

My brows drew together in bewilderment.

"But... I was home," I told him something he knew.

"You were a woman at home alone. You should lock your doors."