Page 51 of Broken Trust
He stared at her, unable to move. Fuck, just the sight of her in his bed—his shirt riding up her thighs, her hair spilling across his pillow—ripped at his self-control.
Again, he fumbled for words that felt too big for his chest.
He could show her, though.
He followed her down, settling his weight carefully over her, mindful of every point of contact. She parted her legs, wrapping them around his waist, and the feeling of her pressed against him with only fabric between them made him groan.
Somewhere down the hall, he heard the muffled voices of his teammates, but they felt a world away.
This room, this moment, was theirs alone.
Elin settled a hand over his fly. His cock surged. “Tell me what you want,” she whispered against his ear, and the question almost undid him.
Everything. You. This. Forever.
But he couldn’t say that. Couldn’t risk scaring her off.
So he kissed her slow and deep, tasting surrender in the sweetness of her lips. Then he found that spot below her ear that made her gasp. She tangled her fingers in his hair, holding him close. Maybe this was a language he could speak after all.
He explored the dip of her waist, the flare of her hips, then lower to the soft curves of her thighs.
She whispered his name like a prayer. He was drunk on it, drunk on her. All his discipline, all his training in patience and control, and Elin unraveled him with a single word.
When his lips found her throat, she arched beneath him, her pulse thrumming against his mouth. He could feel his own heart hammering in response, a rhythm that synced with hers.
“You’re killing me,” she breathed, and there was laughter in her voice but also need, desperate and raw.
He lifted his head to look at her—really look at her. Flushed and disheveled and more beautiful than anything he’d ever seen. “Good,” he gritted out.
Because she’d been killing him since she walked into that war room and made him remember what they had.
Impatient now, they stripped off each other’s clothes until there was nothing between them but heat and want and this terrifying, wonderful feeling blooming in his chest.
“I’ve got you,” he murmured against her skin, and it was both promise and plea.I’ve got you. Please don’t go. I’m yours if you’ll have me.
Though he couldn’t force out the words, she kissed him like she understood every syllable he couldn’t say, like maybe she was saying the same things back.
They moved together, slow and sweet and then urgent and desperate. He tried to be gentle, but she urged him on with words and touches that made his vision blur.
She wound her fingers around his throbbing length and looked into his eyes when she gave him a slow jack.
Shudders of pleasure tore through him and ripped a growl from his throat.
Unable to withstand her for another second, he lowered himself between her splayed thighs. Their gazes locked as he poised the head of his cock at her slick folds.
“Take me.” Her whisper raised the hair on his nape.
There were no words for what he felt as he slowly eased his cock inside her tight heat.
They began to move, hips rocking, hands searching for places to land. He clamped one on her hip and yanked her up into him, watching ecstasy overtake her beautiful face.
He sank deep on a groan and eased back out inch by inch, eyes falling shut on the sensation of being with this incredible woman he never wanted to let go of.
In a rush, his orgasm swelled at the base of his spine. “I’m close, angel.” His jaw worked with the effort to hold back so she could get there first.
“Liam!”
He lightly pressed down on her clit, strumming it with just the amount of pressure he knew would send her over the edge. In seconds, she was shaking around him, gasping his name like it was the only word she knew.
