Page 159 of Silver Elite

I don’t belong here.

Halfway down the corridor, I see him.

He’s walking with Ford and one of the men who interrogated me in the railcar. Mr. Muscles, whose gaze flicks my way before dismissing me as if he’s never seen me before in his life. As if he wasn’t punching me in the face for five days straight.

My dress barely covers my thighs. I know Cross notices.

He says something to Ford and Mr. Muscles, who walk offwithout him. Ford smirks at me as he passes, leaving me and Cross to face off in the shadowy corridor.

Keep walking,orders a voice in my head.

Five seconds ago, I’d determined I shouldn’t be here. That I’m in over my head and no longer have sight of the mission.

Of reality.

But one look at his piercing blue eyes and I’m frozen in place.

His lips turn up slightly. “Did you wear that for me?”

“Yes,” I admit, and I hate myself for it.

“Are you leaving?”

I nod.

Then I shake my head.

The smile takes root, curving his mouth and softening his expression. “Which is it, Dove?”

Rather than answer, I plant my hand in the center of his chest and push him backward. His grin widens. In an atypical act of submission, he allows me to lead him. Down the hall, around the corner, until we’re concealed behind one of the concrete pillars.

This is where he grabbed me the first time I came here. When he was taunting me. When he said I wanted him so bad I could taste it.

Well, I’ve had a taste. I’ve tasted his lips, and I want to taste them again.

One more time won’t be the end of the world, will it?

His hands find my waist, pulling my body tight to his.

I fight to keep my composure, even as my blood burns with desire. Deep down, I can’t deny the rush of exhilaration that courses through me at his touch. The anticipation coiling in my core.

“I want it,” he growls in my ear.

“I know.”

He laughs, and the husky sound triggers a jolt of electricity inside me. “Tell me you want it, too.”

I respond by wrapping my arms around his neck and tugging his head down. His lips capture mine with a fierceness that steals my breath. I gasp and he takes full advantage by sliding his skillful tongue through the seam of my lips. I moan when the tip of it teases mine.

“I love that sound. The little noises you make, Dove, when I make you feel good.”

He cups my ass and lifts me against him. I wrap my legs around his waist, moaning again as he rolls his hips. I feel every inch of him. He could take me right here—hell, he could take me out there, in front of everyone—and I wouldn’t care. The need is too strong. I’m clawing at him, kissing him back with an urgency that makes me dizzy. Frantic.

We’re both out of breath when he pulls back.

“Come to my quarters tonight?”

I nod. Because I want him more than I ever thought possible.

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