The Auction Block (Agents of Interpol 1)

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He kisses my cheek, my neck, my shoulder. My hands find their way into his hair, as he kisses the base of my throat.
"You set me free, Blake."
He places his hands on ei
ther side of my head, gazing into my eyes. "I love you," he says with passion and desire coursing through his voice.
My breath catches. "Say it again."
He grins, biting his lip. "I love you, Lily. I love you, more than I've ever loved anyone or anything."
Kissing him, I pour my soul into it. My body is a slave to his touch and for the first time in my life, the thought of being a slave to something doesn't bother me. Interpol, Jax, the Taurus . . . they're my past. Blake Mason is my future.
"I love you," I whisper.
"I'll never get tired of hearing you say that to me."
"You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope."
He chuckles. "I didn't take you for an Austen fan."
"I'm rather well read actually," I say smiling.
He kisses the side of my mouth and presses his forehead against mine. "Don't ever leave me again. I went crazy thinking I'd lost you." His voice is pained.
"I'm not going anywhere."
Blake straightens and pulls me toward the bed. He sits on the edge, positioning me between his legs. "Can you lose the artillery for a while? I'd like to make-out with my girlfriend without the firearms."
I pull my badge over my head, and twist to lay it on the nightstand, wincing. Sharp stabs radiate through my ribs. His eyes lock on mine. I give him my ever famous, sly grin. Reaching up, I unhook my gun holster and let it slide down my arms to the floor with a loud clatter. He runs his hands up my thighs, stopping when he feels the knives strapped to them.
"All weapons please, Miss Williams," he says in a husky tone.
I lift my right leg, setting my foot in front of his groin, and lean down, planting a kiss on his lips as I un-strap my ankle holster. Standing up, the gun clatters to the floor with my other two. Blake pops the button on my pants, sliding his hands inside the waistband, and pushes them down my legs to the floor. I pull off my shoes and step out of them.
His gaze trails along the lower half of my body. "The knives are actually . . . hot."
I chuckle as he un-straps each one and drops them on the floor.
"I wouldn't want to hurt you. Hopefully, I'm just as enticing without them," I whisper.
"Oh, baby, you have no idea." He stands, pulling my shirt over my head as he goes.
Placing my hand on his chest, I push him back on the bed and crawl on top, straddling him. I wince, my ribs protesting the movement. He sighs, grabbing my hips and twisting until he's hovering over me.
"I'm afraid of hurting you more, Lily. Maybe we should wait."
"You'll just have to be easy, Blake. I've waited too long to feel you again. I'm tired of waiting." I cup the side of his face with my hand.
He leans into my touch, closing his eyes. Opening them, he runs his hand down my side. I try to hide the wince as he passes over my ribs. Gently, he slides his hand inside my panties, pulling them down my legs. Quickly, he rolls into a standing position and frees himself of his clothes, climbing back in between my legs. His eyes bore into mine, hands on either side of my head as he sinks into me, filling me.
"Ah," I moan as pleasure and pain meet in that familiar dance, just as it was the first time with him.
I lift my hips, yearning for him, wanting him to take me. The places we go together in these moments are new to me, and I've only ever seen them with him . . . I only ever want to see them with him.
"Are you okay?"
"Yes, baby . . . please," I beg, tangling my hands in his hair.