Ultimate Courage (True Heroes #2)(48)

Closed inside, he’d normally chafe at the tiny room, but right now he was completely focused on Elisa. She was facing him, searching his eyes with her cloudy blue gaze. Emotions swirled in a maelstrom through her, and he figured she could ask him to stop at any moment. Until she did, he wanted to give her as much pleasure as he could.

He reached out to touch the hem of her shirt, but she beat him to it and pulled the tee off in a smooth motion. His knees almost buckled on seeing her smooth shoulders, ivory skin, and very pretty breasts. He’d figured she hadn’t had a bra on under her tee, but suddenly having her right there, exposed to him, was a sight to feast on.

Pulling a few brain cells together was almost painful, but he did and realized she was nervously waiting for him. So he figured fair was fair. Moving slow, he stripped off his T-shirt, too, taking his time so she could get an eyeful.

And she did. Her eyes widened as she caught sight of the workout holster he wore strapped around his torso, but she didn’t back away. Instead she watched him closely as he removed it and set it carefully on the floor next to his discarded tee. Then he straightened, and her gaze followed him. She stared, taking in his chest and abs, before reaching out and running her hands over him. Her touch sent shocks of heat coursing through him and he closed his eyes to just enjoy it at first.

Her touch was featherlight, and he couldn’t keep his hands to himself anymore. Opening his eyes again so he could see as well as touch, he started at her shoulders, caressing and learning the ultra-softness of her skin. The sight of his darker, tanned hands on her pale skin was only one contrast of many, and he wanted to explore them all with her. He moved his hands down her back until he settled his grip in the small of her back and gently pulled her close.

She closed her eyes as he did, splaying her hands across his chest and tipping her head back in invitation. He bent, brushing his lips over the temptation of hers and going lower to press his lips to the hollow of her throat. She uttered a tiny gasp and he smiled as he licked at her pulse point with the tip of his tongue. Encouraged by the sound, and planning to experiment to hear even more, he licked again. Just a flick against her skin. Fine tremors ran through her when he did and he experimented, kissing and licking his way up the side of her neck to her ear before he captured her earlobe and sucked gently.

He liked her little moans, guessed she didn’t realize just how responsive she was, and delighted in the way she responded to the barest of touches.

She was gasping when he finally settled his mouth on hers, teasing her gently with his tongue until her fingers dug into his chest. Desire flared as she did and he struggled to keep his grip on her firm but not painful. Then he deepened the kiss to match her hunger and sent them both drowning in the heat of it.

She tore free of his mouth, tilting her face up to look at him, her eyes stormy and wild. Her chest lifted as she tried to catch her breath, and he gave her the moment, easing his hold on her until she leaned back against the bathroom counter for support. Reaching into the shower, he flipped on the water.

She’d gathered herself during the brief respite, and he was very happy the hunger was still in her gaze. Biting her lip, holding his gaze, she hooked her thumbs in her oh-so-loose sweat pants and pushed them down off her hips, revealing very pretty blue lace panties.

He groaned. “Do you want to keep those?”

Her eyes widened. “I need to take them off to shower and…other things.”

He leaned forward, bracing his hands on the counter at either side of her hips to keep them busy until he could clarify. Her breath puffed hot against his collarbone, and his scrambled brain registered how petite she was compared to him, how well she’d fit tucked against him. “If you want to keep them, tell me. Otherwise, they’re going to end up in pieces.”

Her lips shaped a very lovely O for a moment, and her answer came in a bare whisper. “I don’t have many pairs right now, and I kind of like these.”

“I like them, too.” He knelt in front of her and very carefully slid them down. “Let’s put these someplace safe. Okay?”

She lifted each foot for him as she gave him a breathless agreement.

Panties safely tucked into his pocket, because they could totally get lost in the bathroom, he returned his attention to her very lovely legs. She had slender ankles and muscle to her calves and thighs. Like she’d been in shape for a long time and only recently had gone sleek. He alternated between running his hands over her skin and gripping the muscles of her calves, the backs of her legs, until she was the one clutching the edge of the counter.

When he thought he might have some sort of control, he discovered a very hot secret. She kept herself immaculately groomed. Shaved. He pressed his mouth to the smooth lips between her legs. She sucked in air and held it.

He traced the edges of her labia with a gentle finger. “Breathe. We don’t want you passing out.”

“No?” she whispered.

“Uh uh. You are not going to want to miss this.” He leaned forward and tasted her.

A whimper escaped her throat, and he smiled as he spread her for better access and took a long lick, then another. She trembled for him.

“You taste so good, Elisa. So, so good.” He feasted then, licking and sucking as she gasped and tried to muffle her moans. The muscles in her thighs strained, and he gripped one thigh with his free hand to hold her open to his teasing.

He continued to torture her in the best of ways for as long as he could stand it, but he couldn’t wait much longer. He slid a finger inside her and groaned as her wet heat clamped tight around him. He used his thumb to rub over her clitoris as he gently moved his finger inside her. He looked up the length of her body; she had her head thrown back, abandoning herself to the sensations he was giving her. Oh god, he shouldn’t have looked up at her.