Viola braced her hands on either side of his head, careful of his injuries, and moved with him, taking him deeper with every gentle roll of her hips. His mouth stayed on her skin, lips and tongue working over the sensitive spots, while his hands held her waist, steadying her, urging her closer.
"You almost shot me, honey," he clicked his tongue, and a groan left his lips as she moved against him.
"I thought you were someone else, and you're the one who gave me the gun for protection. Next time, don't come back to me full of bullets," she breathed.
He let out a small laugh. "My apologies. It wasn't my intention. I'll try not to do that again, though next time I'll announce myself before I enter your room."
She glared at him because she didn't want there to be a next time. However, the words failed her as the slow motion of him thrusting up into her from beneath stole her breath away completely, leaving her speechless.
