Page 51 of Assassin's Game
“That should never have happened,” she said, still staring between the barely open slats of industrial blinds.
I didn’t bother trying to keep the bitterness out of my voice. “Why not? You got off, didn’t you?”
Bastard.
Mikaela whirled around, mouth open as if to yell at me again. Except her gaze slid down my body to the wet spot no doubt prominently displayed on the front of my fatigues, and her mouth snapped shut.
That’s right, Beautiful. I got off too. And I intend to do it again, as soon as possible.
She rubbed the heels of her hands against her eyes. “Whether or not I… I…”
“Climaxed?” I used my cocky grin and fully acknowledged that I was hiding my heart behind the damn thing. “Orgasmed? Rubbed one out?” Although technically I’d done the rubbing. “Let off steam?”
“Stop. Talking.” She dropped her hands, glared at me. “God.”
I stalked forward. Mikaela backed up, one step, two, before she remembered it wasn’t smart to run from a predator. And from the heat rising in me—and not the good kind—I had a feeling the predator in me was on full display. “Let me tell you something about me, Mikaela. There’s not much about me that I hold back. I like words. I use them. The dirtier, the better.”
“Well don’t.”
“Why? Do you like it?”
A slow pink blush swept across her cheeks.
“You do, don’t you? I take it that’s new.”
She hadn’t realized the power words had during sex, and that meant she hadn’t experienced it before. And didn’t like how she’d reacted. My chuckle wasn’t as kind as it probably should be. “That strong, silent type might have done it for you in the past, Beautiful, but that’s not me and it’s not ever going to do it for you again. I’ll tell you exactly what I need. Exactly how you make me feel.” I got right up against her, inhaled the scent of sex and sweet woman on her skin. “Always. In explicit detail.”
I could see her gathering her courage until she could meet my eyes. “And why would I care?”
“Because you wanted it. You want me.”
Mikaela scoffed.
“Need me to prove it?” I asked.
Her eyes went wide, her body stiff. Her churning emotions overrode her caution, and she skirted around me. “I think you need to go.”
Probably. I’d rather stay, force her to admit what I knew we were both feeling, but if I did, it might force her away from me permanently. My control wasn’t strong enough to prevent that right now.
So I walked to the door. Brushed against her as I stepped through it. “We’ll talk in the morning,” I said.
“Don’t hold your breath,” she muttered under her breath as she closed the door.
A laugh escaped me. Surprised me. I walked down the hall to the bathroom, chuckling and trying to ignore the need still humming under my skin and the wet underwear clinging uncomfortably to my cock.
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Chapter Twenty-Two
Nix —
God, I was so fucking stupid. So, so stupid.
I kicked at the pile of clothes waiting for me to scoop them up and head for the hot shower I’d been longing for since we dropped Sullivan’s driver on the road. Eli had fucked that as much as he’d fucked me—and God, how he’d fucked me.
I bet the man was down the hall right now, removing his wet underwear and letting that smug smile curve his gorgeous lips. Generous lips. Lips—
Holy shit.Stop thinking about it, Nix!
