His voice sharpened.“Ellie.”
I froze, barely daring to meet his eyes.“I want you.”
A smile washed over his face.Sure, a little devious, and naughty, but also lighter than any I’d seen on his face before.“Let’s not pretend we don’t like each other, okay?”
He was a piece of work.“What do you think I’ve been doing for the last few minutes?”
His grin deepened.“Hopefully enjoying the shit out of yourself.”
“Yeah.And now I want you to enjoy the shit out of yourself.Take.Your.Pants.Off!”I tugged the fabric with each word.
He leaned away from me.The smile morphing into something else.It wasn’t a frown, but it had changed.The glint in his eyes held fire.
My heart went all in.“I dare you.”
His nostrils flared.The colder, deadlier side leaked through his expression.“I told you, I’m a jealous man.”
“And?”
The expression on his face settled into that wall of determination and control I’d witnessed once.It was right before he pulled the trigger of a wicked-looking rifle.Barely a second later, up the slope, against the wind, and masked by a bank of scrubby trees, a man fell out of his blind.Shot directly between the eyes.This was the assassin staring at me.
It thrilled me.I must be sick to want him so, but maybe that was my shadow?Or maybe it was the shadow I created to laugh in the face of authority.It grew inside me to protect me from the monsters that lurked in the dark.I leaned into that villain they created.“And?”
The devil he joked about grinned at me.“And you will never leave me.Understand?”
“Like I want to?”I reached for his pants to slip the garment down his hips.
He trapped my fingers.“Do you?Do you want to be free of me?”
Never.“I’ll let you know if that surfaces again, okay?And I’ll be nice about it.”
“Fair enough.”He lifted one knee, then the other and wiggled free from his clothing.His cock hung heavy and stiff.The tip glistened with precum.I licked my lips, imagining how good that would taste.
Or better yet, feel between my legs.
He held it in place with one hand.“Ladies’ choice, Ellie.Which set of lips are going to kiss this first?”
Damn.I felt those words in my pussy.But I crawled to him and licked the tip, torturing myself for a few minutes longer.
His fingers tangled in my hair.“Babe.”
That groan was all the encouragement I needed to suck him deep and curl my tongue against his flesh.I traced the nuances of him from tip to root and back.He tried to hold in place, but his hips rocked toward me every time I took him deep.
“Ellie.”There was a note in his voice.It begged me to stop.Or maybe it begged me to finish him.
I did neither immediately.Instead, I worked him, played with him, toyed with him at the edge of danger.I could do no less because it was who I was.
When his fingers tightened their grip, I let him pop free.
My breath came in gasps and I yearned for him to fill me up.
He released my hair and dragged my lips to his for an echo of our previous kiss.
The next thing I knew I was on my back.He’d flipped me there without hurting me, and before I could register that I’d been man-handled expertly.
His cock fitted against me.He gave me a breath, maybe two as he dragged the tip between my lower lips.Then found home and sank deep.
This.This was where heaven started.I groaned his name.“Yes.That’s exactly what I want.”
