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Between one breath and the next, my hand came up, the need to slap his mouth shut so strong that I was barely able to hold myself back.
Eli glanced to my hand, back to me. “Go ahead, Beautiful.” He pressed closer, the hard wall of his chest flattening my breasts in a way that took my anger and turned it into something equally fierce and irresistible. “Hit me if you need to. Use me. Whatever you need, but I won’t stop.” Amber fire glared down at me. “You need to see yourself as who you are, not some failure because you aren’t perfect. None of us are.”
His head dipped, his breath heating my neck, making me gasp. “Control is an illusion anyway. You don’t need it, Mikaela. You don’t need to be perfect to be accepted. Wanted. Desired.”
My closed fist was hanging in the air. I dropped it—right into Eli’s hand. He grabbed my wrist, brought it up until my hand opened on his shoulder.
He lifted up until he stared deep into me, seeing far more than I wanted him to see. “Use me, Mikaela. Any way you need to.”
My mouth went dry as I realized what he meant. “You—” I swallowed, tried again. “You said you wouldn’t kiss me unless I asked.”
The corners of his mouth tilted up, his stare dropping to my mouth. Fuck, the heat in his eyes… “Until,” he said. “Untilyou ask. And I’m not kissing you, am I?”
He wanted to. If the hunger turning his amber eyes dark didn’t tell me that, the solid bar nudging my belly made it crystal clear.
“Eli, I can’t—”
“Can’t what? Take what you need? Let off steam? Let go?” His hands went to my waist, his fingers pressing deep. “Why not?”
Because it wasn’t me. Because I needed control the way I needed air. And because I was very much afraid that this man could end up being the biggest threat my control had ever faced.
An unexamined enemy was a deadly enemy. My dad had taught me that.Never close your eyes to danger.
I didn’t close my eyes. I kept them open, locked with Eli’s, as I leaned in and pressed my lips to his.
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Eli —
I’d been anticipating Mikaela’s touch. Begging for it. Hurting for it. But nothing I’d imagined even came close to having her pressed tight against me. And her mouth…
Holy. Fucking. Hell.
Eyes locked with the startling green of hers, I opened to taste her, a groan escaping as I slid my tongue across the threshold of her lips and into the wet warmth of her mouth. When it met hers, a jolt went through her—shock, at the pleasure or the reality of what we were doing, I couldn’t tell. I only knew I’d do whatever it took to make it last.
One taste would never be enough. Hell, I doubted tasting her a thousand times would sate me.
Mikaela’s eyes flared, darkened, even as she yielded to the aggression of my kiss—but not for long. Our tongues battled, meeting and retreating, twisting to gain new territory, parrying each other’s moves to see who would come out on top. Mikaela was as much a warrior when she kissed as when she fought the enemy. I didn’t want to fight; I wanted to dominate. I wanted to take her beyond control to the place where all she could think about was pleasure, hunger. Not winning.
But what she needed right now was a battle. Whether she’d admit it or not, she was scared to death—of failure, of the consequences to her team. Of being vulnerable. She needed the battle, and I’d give it to her.
Whoever won was up to her. Win or lose, I was gonna drown myself in every damn second I could get.
She tasted like a dream. Not the sweet innocence of a young girl unsure of her sexuality. No, she was everything I’d ever wanted, every dark fantasy I’d had with my cock in my hand, every dirty dream that had me spilling my cum in the middle of the night. She might fight me, and she’d most definitely fight herself, but the way our mouths melded told me neither one of us would find a better fit for the hunger riding us hard.
Her hands hit my shoulders, pushing me away. Then pulled me back. Conflicted. She wanted and she didn’t want—but she wasn’t angry at herself anymore. No, her focus was on me, on the thrust of my tongue in her mouth mimicking what I wanted farther south. When I nipped the full center of her lower lip, a small bite of pain, she gasped—and I swallowed it down.
A piece of her, mine forever. Blood surged through my already rock-hard cock.
I wanted more.
My wandering fingers found the waistband of her fatigues. Walking them up, I grasped the T-shirt that lovingly hugged her body and tugged, easing the material out of her pants.
Mikaela turned her head, breaking our kiss. “Eli…”
I opened my eyes, met the startling green of hers. Kept tugging. “So much fire,” I said, unable to keep the words back. “You burn me alive, Beautiful.”
