Into the Mist (Falcon Mercenary Group #1)(44)

His words, like velvet, brushed over her, stroking soft.

“You told me I wouldn’t have to do any of the work,” she said with a smile. “Making decisions is work.”

She felt him grin against her shoulder.

“Tell me what you like,” he murmured. “Do you want me to touch your clit while I’m pounding into you? Do you want me to stroke your ni**les? Do you want me deep when you come?”

She shivered uncontrollably. “Deep. I want you deep. I want your mouth on my br**sts, your fingers on my clit.”

He smiled again. “I love a woman who knows what she wants.”

He ducked his head and sucked one nipple into his mouth, grazing it with his teeth while he moved a hand between them, sliding his fingers over her straining clit. He rocked his hips forward, thrusting deeply.

Only once had she ever experienced sex without a condom, and that time was long buried in painful memories. It wouldn’t intrude here where it had no place. This was beautiful, not ugly, not hurtful.

Pleasure blossomed, growing and fanning out, building higher and higher as her body tightened around him. Tension grew, wonderful, edgy, almost painful in its intensity.

His fingers stroked as his mouth sucked at her breast. His c**k worked deep, gliding through her wetness, rough and yet silken.

“Come for me, sugar. Give me your pleasure.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck, yanked at the thong securing his hair. Black silk spilled over his shoulders. She threaded her fingers through the strands and pulled his head closer to her breast. As he turned his head to her other breast, his earring flashed in the light. She lowered one of her hands to finger the lobe of his ear.

He thrust again and strained against her body, burying himself to the hilt. His fingers expertly fluttered across her clit, light at first then harder.

“Come,” he said again, a whisper across her nipple.

He pushed harder, driving her up to impossible heights. She buried both hands in his hair, arched upward as she split into a million pieces, each one hot, jagged, piercing and exquisitely pleasurable.

As she pulsed around his cock, he pulled out. She could feel his arm bumping against her and a moment later, hot liquid surged onto her belly. And then he collapsed against her, gathering her close, his mouth skating up her jaw to her lips.

“That wasn’t very fair to you,” she said hazily, her vision and speech still blurred by her orgasm.

He chuckled softly. “Oh no, sugar. We both got what we wanted. You got me deep, and I got to come all over you.”

“I need another shower,” she murmured. “We both do. And then I want sleep.”

He kissed her forehead and smoothed her hair back. “I’ll give us a quick rinse, sugar, and then we’ll both get some rest.”

Chapter Seventeen

Eli watched Tyana sleep. She hadn’t stirred once when he’d slipped out of bed to dress. She was lying on her side, her knees drawn up protectively to her chest. Her bruised cheek and split lip faced outward.

He sat down on the edge of the bed and feathered one finger over the faint yellow and green discoloration on her face. She stirred and opened her eyes. For a long moment, she just stared at him, and then she reached down for the sheet, pulling it up over her chest as she sat up in bed.

“Good morning,” he said.

She closed her eyes for a moment. “I did it again.” She yanked the sheet down angrily and scooted past him to get out of bed. He put a hand on her arm.

“What did you do?”

She glanced sideways at him. “Lost perspective. Had sex with you when I should have been figuring out my next move. Damn it, Eli, I can’t be around you. I can’t keep doing this.”

She balled her fists in frustration and started to shove herself off the bed. His hand tightened on her arm, and he pulled her back down.

“Cut yourself some slack, Tyana. You needed sleep. You’re running on fumes. You aren’t any good to your brother that way. You’re rested now. We’ll eat some breakfast, and then we’ll figure out what has to be done.”

She flinched. “We,” she muttered. “There isn’t a we, Eli.”

He gripped her chin and turned it toward him, forcing her to face him. “Yes, Tyana. There is a we. You deny it all you want, but you came here for a reason, and it wasn’t to kill anyone or hand-deliver me to Esteban.”

Her eyes skittered sideways, breaking their gaze though he still held her chin in his hand. He leaned in and kissed the corner of her mouth.

“You go grab a shower and wake up. I’ll fix something for breakfast. We need to talk. Come out when you’re done.”

She nodded and stood, then stalked toward the bathroom, her body back to its normal rigidity.

Eli sighed and shuffled to the kitchen. He found Ian and Braden already up, and he eyed them curiously, gauging their mood.

They looked tired and a little uneasy, but otherwise they seemed okay.

“So what happened last night?” Eli asked with no preamble.

Ian stopped what he was doing and put his hands on the countertop. Then he shoved off and turned around to stare at Eli.

“I wish to f**k I knew. I can’t remember anything except knowing the shift was coming on. Next thing I know I was staring up at you from the ground and praying to God I hadn’t just attacked my brother.”