Into the Mist (Falcon Mercenary Group #1)(57)

“Are you on something, sugar?”

She stared up at him, their gazes colliding with hot intensity. Confusion flickered for a moment.

“I don’t have a condom with me, and the last thing we need is to make a baby. I’m hoping you’re on birth control.”

She relaxed and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulling him further against her.

“I’ve been on birth control since Jonah dragged me to a clinic in Prague all those years ago.”

“Are you okay with me not using a condom?”

She stared back at him, and he could see the same desire in her eyes. This was something they both wanted, but he wouldn’t do anything that would put her at risk, that would destroy the fledgling trust between them.

“I don’t…” She briefly looked away and when she looked back, the faint light of shame reflected in her eyes. “I don’t have sex often. I’ve done things I’m not proud of. They were jobs…means of gaining information—” She broke off, her expression stricken.

“Like I was at first?”

She nodded and started to speak again, but he held a finger to her lips. “You don’t have to explain yourself to me, sugar.”

“What I’m trying to say is that I haven’t had sex, before you, in a long time. Never unprotected, and routine physicals are mandatory for all Falcon members.”

Relief tightened his chest. They were okay.

“What about you?” she asked quietly.

He kissed her, plucking at her bottom lip with his teeth. “Not in a while, sugar. A long while. And never without a condom. When you walked into that bar in Singapore, all thoughts of celibacy fled.”

She smiled. “Then make love to me, Eli.”

“You trust me?” he asked again. He wanted to make sure she believed him. A man would say damn near anything when it came to sex. He hadn’t been above it in the past. But not when it mattered.

She hesitated only a fraction of a second before nodding.

“Do you trust me?” she asked. “I could be lying. You know of the things I’ve done…”

Again he silenced her with a finger. “I guess we’ll have to trust each other, sugar. As we’ve stated many times before, we’ve had ample opportunity to kill each other. Now if this part of the conversation is over, I’d like to move on to other things.”

His mouth closed around one pink-tipped breast. She arched into him, bowing her back off the bed with a moan. He loved how easily she fit against him. Neither of them were soft people and yet they cradled one another perfectly.

He traced the outline of a scar over her left breast, one he’d missed before, but then he’d been hurried, rushing to completion, lost in the pleasure she gave him.

He went exploring, looking for other battle scars. He found a crescent-shaped ridge on her right hip and a three-inch-long puckered line on the inside of her thigh. Even her feet weren’t unscathed. He feathered over an old wound on the top of her right foot.

She jerked and laughed softly.

“Ticklish?” he asked.

“Very, and don’t you dare use it against me.”

He chuckled. “I bet you have a story for each of your scars. They’d probably stand my hair up on end, but I bet they’re not dull.”

“Maybe I’ll tell you about them sometime,” she said. “But right now I don’t really feel like talking.”

He slid back up her body, his sac rubbing against the inside of her leg. His c**k was stiff and distended, and he ached to bury himself deep in her heat.

With one knee, he opened her wider. The soft hair of her pu**y brushed his skin. He wanted his fingers there. He wanted his c**k there. He wanted all of her all at once.

With tentative fingers, he touched the tuft of hair over her mound, delving between the warm folds of her femininity. He reached her damp core. Hot, so hot.

“Take me,” she whispered.

His body shuddered at the erotic command. The words appealed to the primal male buried inside. It was a call to claim his woman, to mark her, to make her his. It was a call he couldn’t ignore.

He reached down and grasped his cock. It was hard and pulsing in his hand. He stroked up and down, enjoying the sensation as he guided himself toward her opening.

He rubbed the head over her wetness before lodging himself just inside her velvet rim. He leaned forward, lowering himself over her body.

“Kiss me,” he murmured.

She framed his face in her small hands and kissed him. Light at first, teasing, like she was exploring new territory. Then she grew bolder, licking over his lips with her tongue, coaxing him to open to her.

He inhaled her scent, her taste, as their tongues danced. He rolled his hips forward, sliding into her welcoming body. Pleasure. So much pleasure. He closed his eyes and rested his forehead against hers as he simply enjoyed the feeling of her flesh surrounding him.

“You scare me so much,” she whispered. “But I can’t stay away from you. I have this crazy, itchy, insane need when I’m around you, and I don’t understand it.”

He kissed the corner of her mouth then worked to her ear. He licked the shell then nibbled at the dainty lobe. “I don’t want to scare you, sugar,” he murmured against her ear as he rolled his hips again, sending him deeper inside her.