Page 46 of Broken Trust
“Liam!”
Over and over and over he drove his fingers deep and withdrew with a slowness sure to make her crumble for him. He flicked his tongue over her stiff clit, and her breath came in faster pants.
He doubled his efforts, taking her from warm to scorching inferno in seconds. She bucked. Writhed. And came apart in one endless shiver. Her juices soaked his fingers, but he wanted them soaking his cock.
After bringing her down bit by bit, he could stand it no more. In a hard shove, he pushed onto his knees and worked off the rest of his clothes. She stared up at him, her eyes hazy from her release and a dew of perspiration glowing on her skin.
Leaning over her, he kissed her hard before he yanked her hips up to meet his.
In that second, with his aching cock poised at her wet heat, they locked gazes.
“Don’t look away,” he growled, low and rough. “Every time you breathe, remember who makes you feel like this.”
Something shattered in her eyes, and green fire bloomed in the depths as he joined them in one solid thrust.
Her cry echoed in his ears, stripping away more of his control. He slammed his mouth over hers in a brutal caress that could be the end of their conflict or only the beginning of it.
Scraping her nails over his shoulders, she wrapped her thighs around him and they began to move as one. Hard, rough. Tender and teasing. Always moving toward the same peak.
The bed rocked. His thrusts grew more forceful until she was clinging to him. Her pussy tightened around his length. Hepushed balls-deep and found her clit with his thumb. He ground it into her body in tight circles.
Her second release ripped a growl from his chest, and his last thread of control snapped. In a final thrust, he buried himself to the hilt. The liquid fire surrounding him stole his mind. Hot cum jetted from him, bathing her inner walls.
And even though he knew Elin—knew that she was smart enough to be on birth control—in that heartbeat, he wished to hell they could make a child. Their child. A mix of both of them, with her smile and angel eyes. With her brilliant mind and…
Fuck. He was a dead man walking. He didn’t exist in any records, not anymore. How could he ever have a family?
Others do,a voice in the back of his mind spoke up. And it was true—Ramsey in Alpha team had a child. Probably a few others, but Mason never paid attention when the discussion turned to that in the locker room or while hitting weights in the gym.
And he had no damn clue where he stood with Elin. She had given him her body, sure. But he wanted her mind, heart…soul.
He wanted her back.
Fuck.
He eased off her but kept his arm around her waist, holding her against his side for a long moment. Her breathing steadied first, her pulse soft against his arm, and he let himself memorize the rhythm.
For a guy who was supposed to be made of discipline, he sure as hell lost it around her.
Long minutes passed, and neither of them moved or spoke. The silence wasn’t uncomfortable, but he could hear her mind ticking and guessed what was coming.
When she finally slipped from the bed, murmuring something about getting back to work, he watched her cross theroom. The glow from the lamp gilded her skin, giving her an ethereal look that was untouchable.
He wanted to pull her back, to tell her the world could damn well wait—but that wasn’t the truth. The success of this op depended on Elin.
By the time he flung off the covers, she’d already disappeared down the hall toward the lab.
He cleaned up and dressed, thinking to follow her, to look in and make sure she had everything she needed for a long night in front of the screens.
But he didn’t immediately check on her. He was too damn scattered, too unfocused, and that scared the hell out of him. Con was right—taking his head out of the game for even a minute could get people killed.
Could get Elin killed.
In the kitchen, he poured himself coffee he didn’t need and stared into the cup like it might tell him what the hell to do next. How could she just go back to work after what transpired between them? He still felt her on his skin, in his lungs, and she was probably halfway into a new encryption string.
He should admire it. Mostly, it just made him feel left behind.
He braced a hand on the counter. The house hummed with activity, the sounds of footsteps overhead and the faint whir of the ventilation system but…it felt different. Off.
