Page 167 of Silver Elite

“No, not lose it. Cede control to me. Give me what I want. Can you do that?”

He lowers his head before I can respond, sliding his tongue over that aching bud.

I sag back on my elbows. My head bumps the wall, but I don’t care. All I can do is rock my hips in time to the strokes of his tongue and fingers, my heels resting on his broad shoulders. The tension buildsinside me. Pleasure dances through my muscles, weakening them, laboring my breathing.

“There you go,” Cross coaxes, then holds me steady as I completely come apart.

My entire world shatters. Nothing exists but the release shuddering through me.

I’m still floating down from the high when he stands up, tugging on the hem of my tank top. He drops it to the floor and I’m naked for him now. Exposed. I reach for his shirt, helping him pull it off, my hands exploring his hard male flesh. Chiseled planes and sculpted abs. His muscles quiver as I tease my hand up his chest toward his face. My fingertips scrape the whiskers on his cheek, the dark stubble coating his jaw.

“Take off your pants,” I whisper.

His gaze never leaves mine as he snaps open the button. Tugs on the zipper. I help him shove the waistband down and squeeze his muscular ass when it’s exposed to my touch. He plants kisses along my jawline, down my neck, leaving a trail of fire in his wake.

When his tongue finds my nipple, I momentarily forget I’m supposed to be getting him naked. He sucks it into his mouth, and I release a throaty noise of approval. He’s still teasing my nipples when I remember I want him inside me.

“Pants,” I growl.

Chuckling, he kicks his pants away, and his cock springs out, thick and hard. He’s given me an orgasm, yet he hasn’t even kissed me, and suddenly I’m desperate to feel his mouth on mine. I yank his head down and he gets the hint, capturing my lips with his. Then he gathers me in his arms, and I hook my legs around his waist as our mouths fuse. He walks the five short steps toward the bedroom and lowers me onto the mattress, curling his strong body over mine.

“I’ve been thinking about this for days,” he mutters. “You’re all I think about.”

When I reach between us to grip him, heat flares in his eyes.

“I’ve been thinking about it, too,” I admit.

I guide him inside me, and we both curse when he drives his hips forward. My legs wrap around him, deepening the contact.

I mumble a happy sound. “About this exact feeling.”

He withdraws in a slow, tormenting glide, then pushes back in. “This feeling?”

“Yes.”

I close my eyes, submitting to the sensation of him filling me, teasing me. When I open my eyes, he’s watching me. I don’t like it. It’s too much. It’s just too much. So I tangle my fingers in his hair and kiss him again, our tongues desperate, greedy.

The bed shakes as he fucks me. The pleasure gathers again, twisting into a tight knot. I love the heaviness of him, his weight on top of me, his ass beneath my heels as I dig them in, trying to get him as deep as possible.

He pushes forward again. He’s determined to wring every ounce of pleasure from me. His lips find mine, and he’s kissing me when another climax rushes through my body. I gasp through it, and he moves faster, his thrusts becoming erratic until finally he plunges deep, his face buried in my neck, groaning in release.

We lie there for a minute. When he rolls over and pulls me on top of him, I let him, even though I know I shouldn’t. I should ask him to leave. I shouldn’t be setting a precedent for holding each other after sex.

But I’m too winded to move. Too blissed out. And I like the feel of his palm stroking my back. The scrape of calluses against my shoulder blade. It’s a little too addictive.

There are so many things I want to ask, but I can’t let myself get to know him, so I stick to business.

“You let Anson into Elite. You realize he’s a soulless psycho, right?”

Cross chuckles. “Well aware. But he moves like a shadow and kills with no remorse.”

“Is that what you want him to do, kill for you without remorse?”

“Among other things. Everyone was chosen for their own strengths. What I think they’ll bring to the unit.”

I figured Elite was responsible for assassinations, but his confirmation makes me uneasy. I wonder how many people Cross has ordered to be killed. How many timeshefollowed orders to do the General’s bidding.

The reminder is all it takes for me to sit up and hop off the bed. As I scavenge the floor for my discarded clothing, I feel his eyes raking over my naked body.

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