All week Smexybooks has celebrated Countdown to 40-Obsession in Death-the 40th release in J.D. Robb’s In Death Series. I felt it was only fitting to end the week with a smexy little scene between our favorite couple-Eve and Roarke. This is from Glory in Death, #2.

The scene is set in Mexico. Roarke has stolen Eve away for some R&R as she is involved in a particularly nasty multiple homicide case and needs a break.

“Just relax.” Watching her face, he slid his hand between her legs, cupped her. “Let me.” He managed to catch her glass as it slipped from her hand, and he set it aside. “Let me have you, Eve.”
Before she could answer, he shot her to a fast, wracking orgasm. Her hips arched up, pumped against his busy hand, then went lax.

She wouldn’t think now, he knew. She would be wrapped in layered sensations. She never seemed to expect it. And her surprise, her sweet and naive response was, as always, murderously arousing. He could have pleasured her endlessly, for the simple delight of watching her absorb every touch, every jolt.

So he indulged himself, exploring that long, lean body, suckling the small, hot breasts, wet with perfumed water, gulping in the rapid breath that gasped from her lips.

She felt drugged, helpless, her mind and body burdened with pleasure. Part of her was shocked, or tried to be. Not so much at what she let him do, but at the fact that she allowed him complete and total control of her. She couldn’t have stopped him, wouldn’t have, even when he held her near to screaming on the edge before shoving her over into another shuddering climax.

“Again.” Greedy, he dragged her head back by the hair and stabbed his fingers inside her, worked her ruthlessly until her hands splashed bonelessly in the water. “I’m all there is tonight. We’re all there is. ” He savaged her throat on the way to her mouth, and his eyes were like fierce blue suns. “Tell me you love me. Say it.”

“I do. I do love you.” A moan ripped from her throat when he plunged himself into her, jerked her hips high, and plunged deeper.

“Tell me again.” He felt her muscles squeeze him like a fist and gritted his teeth to keep from exploding. “Tell me again.”

“I love you.” Trembling from it, she wrapped her legs around him and let him batter her past delirium.

She did have to crawl out of the pool. Her head was spinning, her body limp. “I don’t have any bones left.”

Roarke chuckled and gave her a friendly slap on the butt. “I’m not carrying you this time, darling. We’d both end up on our faces.”

“Maybe I’ll just lie down right here.” It was a struggle to remain on her hands and knees on the smooth tiles.

“You’ll get cold.” With an effort, he summoned the strength to drag her to her feet where they rocked together like drunks.

She began to snicker, teetering. “What the hell did you do to me? I feel like I’ve downed a couple of Freebirds.”

He managed to grip her waist. “Since when did you play with illegals?”

“Standard police training.” She bit experimentally at her bottom lip and found that it was, indeed, numb. “We have to take a course in illegals at the academy. I palmed most of mine and flushed them. Is your head spinning?”

“I’ll let you know when I regain feeling above the waist.” He tipped her head back and kissed her lightly. “Why don’t we see if we can make it inside. We can…” He trailed off, eyes narrowing over her shoulder.

She might have been impaired, but she was still a cop. Instinctively, she whirled and braced, unconsciously shielding his body with hers. “What? What is it?”

“Nothing.” He cleared his throat, patted her shoulder. “Nothing,” he repeated. “Go on in, I’ll be right along.”

“What?” She stood her ground, scanning for trouble.

“It’s nothing, really. I just… I neglected to disengage the security camera. It’s, ah, activated by motion or voice.” Naked, he strode over toward a low stone wall, flicked a switch and palmed a disc.

“Camera.” Eve held up a finger. “There was a recording on the entire time we’ve been out here?” She flicked a narrow-eyed stare at the lagoon. “The entire time.”

“Which is why I generally prefer people to automations.”

“We’re on there? All on there?”

“I’ll take care of it.”

She started to speak again, then got a good look at his face. The devil took over. “I’ll be damned, Roarke. You’re embarrassed.”

“Certainly not.” If he’d been wearing anything but skin, he would have pushed his hands into his pockets. “It was simply an oversight. I said I’d take care of it.”

“Let’s play it back.”

He stopped short, and gave Eve the rare pleasure of seeing him goggle. “I beg your pardon?”

“You are embarrassed.” She leaned over to kiss him, and while he was distracted, snatched the disc. “That’s cute. Really cute.”

“Shut up. Give me that.”

“I don’t think so.” Delighted, she danced back a step and held the disc out of reach. “I bet this is very hot. Aren’t you curious?”

“No.” He made a grab, but she was very quick. “Eve, give me the damn thing.”

“This is fascinating.” She edged back toward the open patio doors. “The  sophisticated, seen-it-all Roarke is blushing.”

“I am not.” He hoped to Christ he wasn’t. That would top it. “I simply see no reason to document lovemaking. It’s private.”

“I’m not  going to pass it on to Nadine Furst for broadcast. I’m just going to review it. Right now.” She dashed inside while he swore and ran after her.

 

I adore this series so much. The story of Eve and Roarke is so much more then a simple romance suspense or thriller. It’e a celebration of life, love, and family. The series begins with Naked In Death which is available now.