her enough, taste her enough to still the hunger that raged through him for her?
“Don’t stop.” The longing in that soft whisper sent a shaft of pure lust jerking through his dick.
“Not yet.” It was all he could do to force the words past his lips. “In our room.” Where she would be safe. Where he could take his time, where he could have her as he wanted her, every way he wanted her.
Her lashes fluttered as he pulled at her hair again, pleasure washing through her expression.
“It almost hurts,” she almost whimpered as near ecstasy transformed her face for a moment. “Just right there on the edge, Jordan.”
His teeth clenched. Damn her. He didn’t know if he could wait. The pressure building in his cock was becoming agonizing, making the battle to hold on to his control one he wasn’t certain he would win.
“I need you inside me, Jordan.” She rolled her hips, her pussy stroking over his cock, and he swore he felt rockets exploding in his head as his blood pressure hit the roof.
A second later, her lips lowered, brushed against his, and whispered, “Fuck me.”
His eyes narrowed.
She was lost in her own need, he could see it, feel it as she moved against him.
Her head tilted back, a moan vibrating in her throat as his hand tightened in her hair, the other going to her hip, clenching. Every intention he had of waiting flying out the window.
If Nik hadn’t chosen that moment to pull into the hotel, Jordan knew he would have been lost.
“We’re here,” Jordan groaned
Moving quickly, he adjusted her dress, zipped it, and lifted her from his lap as he watched her fight to assimilate to the sudden change.
Turning to her, he caught her face in his hand, held her still, and growled down at her. “The moment we’re in the room, that dress is going to your hips and that silk you call panties will be ripped from your thighs. Then, Tehya, I’ll fuck you. I’m going to bury myself inside you so deep, so fucking hard, that nothing else will exist for either of us.”
“Nothing else exists for me now.”
What the hell was he supposed to say? To explain to her the lesson the past had taught him well? To make her see, to understand that he couldn’t live the illusion, no matter how desperately he wished he could.
Thankfully, he was saved from saying anything when the sound of the door opening drew him back to reality, to the existence of the world, and the danger surrounding them.
His fingers caressed her cheek as he drew back, then slid from the car. Pausing to survey the area around them for a long second, Jordan then reached inside, gripped her hand, and helped her from the car.
Tiny and graceful, her fingers tucked into his palm as she stepped into the cool night air.
Like a sprite coming out to play. The violet hues of the gown flowed around her, emphasizing the abundance of mussed, long red-gold curls and mysterious green eyes.
Lush, swollen lips, flushed cheeks. Sensuality bloomed around her, gleamed in her gaze, and transformed her features in a way that had every cell in his body throbbing in need of her.
With Nik moving in behind her, Jordan rushed her to the door of the hotel and across the expensive lobby to the elevators.
As they entered the hall, Micah straightened from his position against the wall, nodded to Nik, then took his place at Tehya’s back.
Nothing left to chance.
He couldn’t lose her. He could leave her. The time would come when he would have no choice, when the danger was over, and it would be time for him to go. He could do that. What he couldn’t do was survive if Tehya wasn’t breathing.
Stepping into the vacant elevator, Jordan pulled her close to his side, feeling the fragility of her, the delicacy of her slight body, despite the stubborn will that he knew had turned her backbone to steel.
“Noah’s checking the room,” Micah stated quietly as the elevator moved to the upper floor. “We had a bit of interest before you arrived. Our friends from Afghanistan attempted to slip upstairs.”
“Did you catch them?” Violence swirled on the outer edges of the lust.
“Unfortunately not.” Micah shrugged. “We will, though. They’re getting arrogant.”
Jordan glanced at the top of Tehya’s head. Tension was building in her now, and it wasn’t the tension he wanted her to be filled with.
Casting Micah a speaking look, he remained silent.
He was thirty-eight