Taking Shots (Assassins, #1)(61)

“Oh, Shea,” Elli lifted it out the box and held it up watching it sparkle in the light. It was beautiful. She unclasped it and put it around her neck, trying to clasp it back.

“Do you like it?” he asked. She just grinned at him.

“Oh, gosh, do I? This is the best gift anyone has ever given me!” She gushed, turning so he could clasp it for her. He took it from her and clasped it together before leaving a trail of kisses along her shoulder.

“I’m glad you like it.”

“I love it,” she turned and kissed his lips, “but you didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to, so hush,” he teased with a smile, as he pulled her against him. They leaned back on the couch, cuddling in silence, just basking in the fact that they were together. He kissed her hair, nuzzling his nose in it as she fingered the hockey stick that hung from her neck.

“That Tampa Bay game was intense,” she said.

“Intense isn’t the half of it. I can’t believe we lost.”

“Can't win ‘em all.”

“Be nice, though.” She giggled and he squeezed her tighter against him, “That *, Ohlund messed my collarbone up, though.” Elli sat up, turning so she could look at him. Worry filled her face as she looked closely at his collarbone; she hated the thought that someone had hurt him! She wanted to rip that man apart. If she ever saw that *, she would.

“Let me see,” she said as her eyes glanced him over, “did he get you anywhere else?”

“Nah,” Shea lifted his shirt over his head causing Elli’s eyes to about fall out of her head. She didn’t even look at his collarbone as he talked about the injury. She was too busy staring at his naked arms; they were perfect. Not too big and bulky, not at all spindly, but sexy. The way his thick, strong shoulders led into his arms was mouthwatering. Then the hollow of his neck, she had kissed there hundreds of times, but never really looked at it, and, boy, was it a sight to see. As her eyes traveled down his neck to his chest, she was getting hot all over. His pecs were well defined and toned, and his abs, Jesus, they were jaw dropping. Each ab finely defined, toned, sexy, oh, God, she couldn’t breathe.

“Elli, you okay? You are bright red?” She looked up at him, meeting his playful grin.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she mumbled as her eyes returned to his chest. He started talking again, but she wasn’t paying any attention. She leaned over slowly, placing her lips over his heart. The intake of breath that she was rewarded with set her into motion. She basically crawled on top of him, kissing his neck, his pecs, watching out for the jagged cut along his collarbone as she kissed and licked.

“Baby, that feels amazing,” he gasped as she sucked lightly on the column of his neck, biting softly the way he always did with her. “God, I’ve missed you,” he whispered as she brought her mouth to his, kissing him deeply. She pulled back, looking around. She wanted to do more, but she was feeling self-conscious, as always. What if he saw something with her legs like this? She rolled off him, and just as he started protesting, she reached for the lights, and with a flick of her wrist the room went completely dark, except for the faint light of the moon.

When Elli’s eyes adjusted, Shea was grinning at her as she crawled back on top of him, straddling his waist. His hands came up her thighs, and she let out a little gasp as he took over, kissing her throat while he rubbed her thighs. She was self-conscious for about two point three seconds but then his tongue dipped into her cleavage and any coherent thoughts went out the window.

He was so hard. With his PJ pants being so thin and loose, it was all she felt against her white lace panties. His hands were still at her thighs, teasing the lace that came across her ass, while her mouth was busy with his. Elli couldn’t believe she even had the balls to, but she moved her hands farther down his chest, moving her fingers through the little patch of hair that made a line down to his holy land, before freeing him from his pants. He let out a throaty groan, his hands tightening on her ass, as she ran her hand down his length.

“Oh, god,” he gasped as his head fell back on the back of the couch. She felt the drip of moisture coming from the tip of his shaft, and her mouth watered. It had been so long, did she even know how to do it anymore? He wasn’t expecting it, she knew that, and before she could talk herself out of it, she took him into her mouth. Shea jumped in surprised with a low dangerous growl. All it did was fuel Elli to do it some more.

She fell to her knees, between his legs, taking him to the back of her throat; he moaned her name, running his hand up and down her back as the other hand was gripping the side of the couch, hard. She moved up and down his length, taking him deep then going all the way out, licking the tip before going back down. His groans, turned into pants, before his hands came up into her hair.

“Elli, baby, I’m about to come, baby, please,” he pleaded, she went faster, taking him deeper, his grip in her hair hurt, but it was a good hurt. “Honey, please, I’m about to come, please, oh God!”

When she felt when he was about to come, she took him deep in the back of her throat, feeling the hot thick liquid shoot to the back of her throat. His grip was so hard on her hair that she thought he was going to rip it out as he rode his organism to the end. When he was finally done, she sat back on the hunches of her legs, looking up at him. His eyes were closed, his breathing just as hard as hers. He looked beautifully spent. Pants down, shaft lying out, and his hands cupped behind his head as he tried to catch his breath. Elli continued to admire his body as the moon shone down on his beautifully sculpted body.