Page 10 of Elite Metal: Warriors

But lives were at stake. The lives of men and women he cared for very much. The team was his family, the only family he had left, and he would protect them with all he had.

There was no two ways about it.

When she finally stirred, he eased back and rolled her over so he could look down at her. Her eyes were clear and damp, her lips parted. Gently, he brushed a strand of silky hair from her face. She smiled; it was a lazy, languid effort. He had to kiss her. Just once. Just a soft buss. And then, of course, he couldn’t stop. She tasted of ambrosia. Soft, sweet and tantalizing.

And the feel of her breasts crushed against his chest made him dizzy. Her curves fit him in all the right places.

Soon, he would need to ask some hard questions, but not just yet. God, not just yet. Because when he confronted her with what he suspected, all this heaven would end.

So he ignored the impending disaster and explored her body as he should have done before, slowly, meticulously, with caresses and kisses and licks and laps. Not a word passed between them, only sighs. And when she met his exploration with her own, his passion started to simmer again.

It was shocking how quickly his reserves refilled.

Then again, given how fucking perfect she was, maybe not. That, and the knowledge that this would probably be the last time, urged him on. Thank God he had more than one condom in his wallet. A fluke of fate there, because he hadn’t been laid in…well, far too long.

He discovered she was ticklish, but only on the delicate arch of her foot, and proceeded to tease her there, simply because he enjoyed watching her squirm. The sight lit a fire in him, one long banked, and he pressed it down. Yeah, she had a lush, beautiful ass, one he itched to smack. And yeah, she had a thing for leather. But he couldn’t go there. He had to keep his inner beast chained up with this one.

This was business, not pleasure.

Although, there was pleasure.

When he stroked her silky slit, circled the nubbin hidden there, she began to pant, and her features tightened with a desperate arousal he now recognized.

She was so fucking hot, his Candy. So fucking ready.

He was ready too. It didn’t take much. Her hand wrapped around his cock, teasing him, pumping. The noises she made at the back of her throat, the moans and groans, drove him crazy. And the rake of her nails over his skin when she became too impatient, God, he really loved that too.

He expected the second time to be slow and easy, a steady climb to rapture, but he was wrong. When he left her on the bed to riffle his jeans pocket for his wallet, she whimpered. The sound gored him like a hot lance. How much would he love to see her tied to the bed, bound and blindfolded and totally at his mercy? He’d really make her whimper then. He’d really make her beg—

The vision that thought incited made it harder.

His cock, for sure, but also strengthening his resolve.

If he gave into his baser urges, took her the way he ached to, it would cross the line. Blur it at the very least. He was here for a purpose. And that purpose wasn’t fulfilling his dark, snarling fantasies.

Yeah, he wanted to tie her to the bed. But he wouldn’t. And yeah, he really wanted to smack that lush, creamy ass.

But he wouldn’t.

He had one purpose here. And it wasn’t warming his palm.

When he came back to her with the foil packet in hand, her eyes glossed over and her lips parted and she nodded. She slipped her legs apart ever so slightly. In every way, she welcomed him to take her. And he would. He would please her. But in a hard, cold, calculated manner. This time he would show some restraint.

But then she did something that nearly made him lose his mind.

She got onto her hands and knees before him and thrust out her ass, that perfectly proportioned, tantalizing ass. Glancing over her shoulder at him, she smiled.

“Like this?” An innocent query. Hell. The woman had no clue. No clue what that position, that glance, that expression did inside his bowels. They clenched in a knot.

He curled his fingers in an attempt to control the compulsion raging through him.

God, he wanted to—

But he wouldn’t. He couldn’t. Not now. Not yet.

He forced a smile and turned away to slip the condom on, but truth be told, he needed the moment to recapture his control.

This was business, he reminded himself. Business.