Page 64 of Savage Assassin

I feel his fingers flex against me, the moment where he fights his desire to pull me harder against him, instead of holding me still. I tilt my head back slowly, leaning it against his shoulder as I arch my back just a little, moving in his grasp as I grind backward against him, just a little, as much as I can with how tightly he’s holding me.

“I want you,” I whisper. “It’s just us out here, Levin. Who has to know? We might not even make it long enough for anyone to ever find out.”

“God, Elena–”

He groans my name, and one hand comes up to gently touch my face, turning it towards his. I see the glint of his blue eyes in the darkness, the way they rake over my face, full of a heated desire that tells me that he’s lost the war with himself. His palm presses against my cheek, his breath sucked in between his clenched teeth as his face suddenly softens, and he leans down.

When his lips brush against mine, I give in to it completely. I reach up, cupping my hand around the back of his neck as I twist towards him, parting my lips for the hot slide of his tongue.

This is what I’ve been waiting for.

Elena

Ifeel the moment that he gives in to it, too, the moment that he pulls me tightly against his chest, the hand pressed against my face sliding into my hair as he deepens the kiss. One moment it’s only a brush of lips, the warmth of his breath against my mouth, and then his tongue is tangled with mine, his mouth slanted over my lips.

He groans, the sound vibrating over my skin, and his hand strokes over my hair as he kisses me deep and slow. I gasp as his teeth graze against my lower lip, reaching up to grasp his shirt in my other hand. I want him closer, as close as he can possibly be, and there’s nothing that could make me want to stop now.

All I want is him.

A warm breeze ruffles my hair as he brushes his lips over mine again, shifting me so that my legs are hooked over one of his, his other arm holding me against him. My hurt ankle is stretched out in front of me, out of the way, but I don’t think I would have noticed. All I can think about is how he’s making me feel.

How much I want to feel more.

His hand brushes up my thigh, up to the edge of my shirt, his fingers caressing just beneath it as he kisses me. He sucks on my lower lip lightly, tugging it between his teeth as his hand moves a little higher, sliding over the taut skin of my lower stomach.

“We’re going to take this very slowly,” he murmurs against my lips. “And if you want to stop, Elena, tell me. I don’t care how turned on you think I am. I don’t care if I’m on the verge of being inside of you–hell, I don’t care if Iaminside of you. Tell me, and I’ll stop.”

He brushes his thumb over my cheekbone, looking down at me in the dim light of the moon. “I won’t want to, and it’ll be one of the hardest goddamn things I’ll ever do, but I’ll stop. Just say the word.”

“Is there a word other than stop that you want me to say?” I ask softly, and he shakes his head, his fingers skimming over my hair.

“We’re not going to play those kinds of games, Elena. Just say stop, if it’s too much. And I will.”

I nod, swallowing hard.There’s no way I’m going to want to stop,I think as his lips press against mine again, firm and warm, his hand sliding higher. His palm presses against my ribs, higher still between my breasts, and I gasp as he cups one in his palm, tugging the cup of my bra down so his fingers can toy with my stiffening nipple.

“You’re so responsive,” he murmurs hoarsely against my lips. “Everything I do–the way you react–it’s so fucking good. Feeling how much you want me–”

“I do want you.” I arch up, both of my hands fisting in his shirt as I deepen the kiss. “I’ve wanted you since the day I met you. In the office–”

“Well, now you have me.” His tongue slides into my mouth again, hot and insistent, and I hear a soft moan escape me as his hand tightens on my breast.

For tonight, at least.The unspoken words hang between us as the moments drag on, Levin’s kisses and the slow slide of his hand over my skin, heating my blood with an aching desire that makes me feel as if I’m going to lose my mind.

He breaks the kiss suddenly, his arm sliding under my knees as he lifts me, standing up and carrying me back towards the blanket. “We’re not doing this in the sand,” he murmurs, gently laying me down atop it as he leans over me. “I can’t find a bed for us, but at least there’s this.”

“I don’t care about a bed.” I reach up, wanting to pull him down for another kiss. “This is fine.”

“You deserve better.” His hands are already tugging my shirt up, though, sliding it up my body as I lift up a little so he can pull it over my head. “You deserve a soft bed and candles, roses and champagne, and everything else you could dream of. All the romance your heart desires.”

“I was never going to have that.” I pull at his shirt, dragging it upwards. I want to see him without it, all that hard muscle I’ve felt beneath my hands. “You think whatever man I was going to be married off to was going to give me rose petals on the bed and candles?”

“Probably not.” Levin reaches up, dragging his shirt over his head, and I suck in a sharp breath, forgetting whatever I was going to say next at the sight of him.

His chest and abs are impressively muscled, lines of it cut deeply down his sides and into the waist of his jeans. I could outline each ridge of his abdomen, trace a path down, and most of that muscled flesh is covered in tattoos—black and red, mostly, inked from his neck down to his hips and spreading over his arms.

“Not what you’d expected?” Levin looks down at me, his face suddenly blank, as if he’s worried about my reaction. “Elena–”

I reach up, pressing the tips of my fingers against his lips before he can ask me if I want to stop. “You’re so–” I can’t even think of the right word to use.Handsomedoesn’t feel like enough to describe him. He’s like something out of a fantasy, an inked statue carved from stone, and I reach down without thinking, hands fumbling with his jeans. I can see the outline of his cock pressing against his zipper, and I’m suddenly desperate to see the rest of him, to touch him. I remember how good he felt in my hand, in my mouth, how hetasted, and I want more.

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