Page 98 of Elite Metal: Warriors

She’d always wondered what it would be like to find a man who could move her. She’d always wondered what it would be like to fuck him.

Damn it. There was that whispered voice again. That resonating ache.

She attempted to tamp it down. Reminded herself of her mission. Of why she needed to be strong, resolute, cold…

The elevator stopped and the elderly couple stepped off with polite nods. Nat forced a smile at them, redoubling her efforts to maintain her professional façade. She needed information from this man and that was all.

What a pity then, that as soon as the doors closed, as soon as they were alone, he whipped her into his arms, pulled her hard against him, and kissed her.

It was a blazing kiss, one that wiped her mind clean and sent her senses into a spiral.

God, had she thought his lips were perfect? They were beyond that.

He was beyond that.

She was immediately suffused with his scent, his taste, the feel of his hard, pulsing body. His arms around her, like steel bands, held her in place as he consumed her with a wild passion that only stoked hers.

He moved in, closer, closer, until he had backed her up against the mirrored wall. His broad hand skimmed over her hip, up and up, closing on her breast.

A sharp thrill cut through her as his palm scored her nipple and she gasped through the kiss.

His chuckle rumbled between them.

She had little opportunity to process her irritation when his hot mouth moved from her lips to the crook of her neck. The scruff of his beard scraped like a razor over her raw nerves, sending spirals of delirium along her spine. She tried desperately to be annoyed. She didn’t like this sense of…submission to her lust. She was used to being the one in charge, the one taking the lead. The one who didn’t care. Somehow, he made her care.

But she lacked the resolve to push away.

So to punish him, she raked his nape with her nails. It was a vicious swipe.

He liked it.

In fact, it roused him to greater passion.

He reared back and stared at her. His muscles went taut, his expression intense. His eyes burned.

“You are making me crazy,” he growled.

She found a little satisfaction in the fact that he seemed to be provoked by his lack of aplomb as well. Surely it was wrong to taunt him more.

She rubbed her belly against his hard cock nonetheless.

His nostrils flared, like those of a wild beast scenting its mate, but he merely chuckled again. “If you keep that up, I’m going to fuck you right here.”

She quirked a brow. “In the elevator? How bourgeois.”

“I don’t give a fuck.” He took her mouth again in a crazed frenzy, eating at her, devouring her, stoking the fire he’d built in her belly and making her as crazy as he. Indeed, she didn’t care where they were. Indeed, she would happily fuck him here—

It was irritating that the door slid open just then. Irritating because they had to part, had to step into the hallway, had to function like humans.

It took most of her reserves to put one foot before the other, even though he had a hold on her arm and guided her. Her vision blurred. Her body trembled. She could feel the arousal welling between her legs. She shook from wanting him.

The logical, well-trained part of her brain told her she should get him somewhere private—and his room was private—and begin her interrogation, discover why he was following her. Discover if her cover had been blown.

Another part of her, a far more feral and visceral part, saw an opportunity to slake the hunger that had been clawing at her from the first moment she’d laid eyes on him. To take what she wanted from this man and leave him panting for more.

Perhaps she could have both.

Hot sweaty sex, and the answers she needed.