True Love Lost (An FBI Romance Thriller (book 3)) by Morgan Kelley Page B

incredible want. Before she could protest, he flicked open her belt buckle and pulled her even closer to his body.
    “You know we have an assignment,” she whispered , as he did amazing things with his hands and mouth. “We should be getting ready to leave.”
    Ethan stopped and looked down into her eyes. They were clouded with desire and pleasure , and not for one second did he believe she wanted him to stop. “I guess we can wait until the assignment is over, Elizabeth.” He started to release her and she grabbed him by the front of his shirt.
    “I didn’t say we had to stop, Cowboy, and if you stop now, I’m going to get pissed !” She kissed him back and her hands travelled the same erotic path his had across her body. As she unbuttoned his shirt, the tattoos that she loved came into view and the heat that was deep within her body bubbled to the surface. “Love that tattoo,” she muttered, as she allowed her lips to leave a trail over the large raven tattooed on his chest. Her hands expertly freed him from his pants and boxers. “I think that my name under the raven gets me even hotter.”
    “Good,” he answered, breaking the kiss and waiting while she finished undressing. Seconds felt like minutes as he got harder and harder. “I really think I need to have sex with my wife before I combust, so if possible can you get naked faster?”
    She looked up grinning, and purposely slowed the entire process down.
    “Baby, come on,” he muttered, his entire body was beginning to tense. “In three seconds, I’m coming at you and clothes will be destroyed.”
    Elizabeth considered his words, and wondered if he’d actually do it. The look on his face spoke volumes, and she dropped the rest of her clothes , quickly.
    “Come here,” he ordered, brusquely.
    Elizabeth obeyed, jumping up and wrapped her legs around his waist and continued to kiss her husband like she was starving for him. Her hand was buried in his hair, and she wouldn’t let him break away. She couldn’t. The kiss was like a drug and she was an addict. The pregnancy hormones were definitely making her a sex manic. All she thought about was jumping her husband.
    Ethan was her choice of addiction; her very sexy Native drug. “You know that not cutting your hair is fighting dirty,” she muttered into the kiss, as she buried her hands into the delicious silkiness that she loved.
    “Had I known it would get me more sex with my wife, I wouldn’t have cut it since meeting you,” he replied, holding her wrapped around his body. “I’ll never cut it again.”
    Elizabeth’s body tightened at the mere thought, and she dove deeper into the kiss.
    “Bed now,” he practically growled, as he yanked the suitcase off and onto the floor and replaced it with his wife. Everything fell out in a pile. After laying her across their bed, he stripped off the rest of his clothing and dropped it to the floor in a frenzied rush to get free of the restraint.
    Elizabeth watched him from the bed, her eyes admiring not only the fine male specimen her husband was, but the sexy tribal art that criss-crossed his body. Yeah, she just loved those tattoos more than words.
    Just the way his wife watched him, the eyes full of greedy lust, an d wanting to climb all over him made him crazy. There was something wildly alluring about his pregnant wife, as she lie on their bed, crazy wild hair spread out around her like a wave of silk. Just thinking about the way it would feel sliding across his body made him harder.
    “Come and get me, Ethan,” she teased, wickedly.
    There were days when he felt completely possessive and much like a cave man. Sex was always explosive between them, but now that she was pregnant with his child, he just wanted to own her and dominate. Desperation was driving him as he found himself fighting the need to just take whatever he wanted at that moment. It was like she was giving off some crazy pheromone that just made him want her that much more, and that