Page 68 of Assassin's Game
I smiled up at him and indulged myself by pushing my fingers through the silken strands of hair falling over his eyes. “I have no idea how all of this is going to play out. But for now, what I do know is that I wouldn’t mind what happened last night happening again.” And then I pulled one of his hands from my hip and moved it to my breast.
“Holy shit.” Eli squeezed just enough that I knew he was testing my weight in his palm. Enjoying the feel of me. I was definitely enjoying the feel of him. In fact, I suddenly found myself desperate for his bare fingers on me, on my nipples. My clit, those calluses rasping my sensitive skin in ways I knew would set me off with very little effort. “Eli.”
He must’ve heard the need, the hunger in my voice. A pinch took my breath. God, my nipplesachedfor him. “Do it again.”
Eli rolled my tip between his finger and thumb, his intent eyes watching the smallest of reactions, learning what I liked, what pushed me, heightened my desire. “Your eyes are like green fire,” he whispered. “And every time I do this”—he pinched—“they get even hotter.”
Talk about blazing eyes… I grabbed the side of his head and pulled him down to me. He paused just as our lips touched, his breath filling my mouth. And then it was his tongue, our lips sealed together. The power of his kiss shocked me. It had been like this last night, yes, but somehow I’d thought that was because it was the first.
No.Hell no.This was like drinking fire—his heat was on my skin, in my mouth, filling me up. Satin-smooth lips, the rough scrub of stubble. The heavy rush of both our breaths. That was all it took to have me climbing him, desperate for more.
A rough laugh echoed in my mouth as Eli pulled his away. “Hold up there, monkey.” His palms, somehow cupping my ass cheeks even though I didn’t remember them moving, squeezed me just like he had my breast. “Not this time.” Hunger darkened his words. “We’ve got some time, and I need a lot more than a quick jerk-off session.”
I did too—I was ready for him, so ready—but that didn’t stop me from whining when he lifted me away from his body.
Eli set my feet on the ground, his hands finding every nook and cranny as he glided back up. Gripped my hands and urged me to release him. A hard, quick, frantic kiss and then he stepped away from me. “Come on, Beautiful. I want to see you naked.”
I didn’t hesitate. Just took his hand and followed where Eli led me—straight to my pallet.
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Chapter Twenty-Nine
Eli —
I’d been sexually active for over a decade, but I’d never felt like I would come out of my skin at the thought of seeing a woman naked. Yet here we were.
I turned to Mikaela as I came to a stop next to the pile of blankets on the floor. I wanted her in a bed—my bed—but no fucking way was I waiting till we got back to the mansion and ran the gauntlet of the dozen people waiting for us there.Here and nowwas even more urgent thanin a bed. The other could wait till tonight.
Maybe.
“I’ve been waiting for this,” I said as I reached for the hem of her T-shirt. “To see you naked. I can’t wait anymore, Mikaela.”
She gave me a secretive little smile that told me she enjoyed my words, the idea behind them. “As long as I get to see what’s under there too.” She nodded toward my clothes.
I pulled her shirt up slowly. “Is that even a question? Because I definitely prefer skin to skin to keeping my damn fatigues on.”
“Didn’t seem to bother you last night.”
She lifted her arms to allow the shirt over her head, and my breath caught at the sleek expanse of skin I revealed. Only the silky black bra she wore obscured my view, almost as soft looking as her skin. “Last night just proves anything you do turns me on,” I said absently. “Turn around.”
Mikaela turned slowly, obviously as ready to savor the moment as I was. There was no rush, no time we were definitively expected back. An extra hour—or two—was ours for the taking.
With a mischievous glance over her shoulder, Mikaela reached behind her and snagged the catch of her bra, opened it. Let the material drop from her body. My breath hitched. Going to my knees, I dragged my mouth down the flow of her spine, tasted her skin, taking in her scent, memorizing her. Memorizing every moment.
When she would have turned, I held her in place. “I had no idea when I nicknamed you Beautiful that you could ever be more gorgeous than that moment,” I said against the small of her back. Reaching around, I grasped the button of her fatigues and undid it. “Let your hair down for me, Mikaela.” I felt her stomach suck in as she trembled against me. And then she stretched her arms up and began to release the long, silky length of her hair from the ponytail that held it.
Soft strands brushed my face as I pulled the zipper of her pants down. I buried myself in it and felt my cock swell in anticipation. “I want to feel this wrapped around my dick. Feel it trailing over my skin while you straddle me.”
Mikaela moaned my name.
“Elijah,” I told her, then stripped her pants and panties down to her ankles together.
A confused sound left her; then she tried to jerk around, too hampered by the tangle of clothes and my shoulders behind her hips to succeed. “Wait a minute.”
I chuckled under my breath as I worked to unknot her boots so she could step out of them.Here it comes.
“All this time you’ve been insisting on calling me by my given name, and yet the name you gave me isn’t even your full name,Elijah?”
