Mind of Danger (Body of Danger #3) - Sidney Bristol Page 0,17

farther?

Elias slid his hand to her hip. She shifted against him, arms locked tight around his shoulders. He ran his fingers along the hemline of her panties and she stilled. Not even breathing.

He lifted his head to look down into her eyes as he slid his finger past the lace to brush over her mound. She bit her lower lip and suddenly he wanted to do that, too.

“Elias,” she whispered after a moment.

“Do you want me to?” he asked.

“Yes.”

No hesitation whatsoever.

He eased back, out of her grasp, staring at her panties. They were so feminine and unexpected. He liked knowing this secret.

Elias hooked his fingers in the lacey band and drew the bit of blue striped fabric down her legs, revealing her neatly trimmed mound. He let the panties drop to the floor and took a moment to just look at her. She had her hands over her stomach, feet hanging off the side of the bed, hair everywhere.

“You’re beautiful, know that?” He placed one hand on the bed, leaning over her.

She reached for him, pulling him back for a kiss.

He cupped her breast, and she sucked in a breath. He didn’t linger, instead he slid his hand own her waist to her hip and then her mound. Her legs moved restlessly. He drew his fingers down over her mound and she eased her legs apart for him.

Fucking hell.

Elias slid his fingers over her slick folds. Jo shivered and lifted her hips, inviting him deeper.

She was this wet already? For him?

The idea blew him away.

She groaned. “Elias, I need you now.”

He thrust his fingers inside of her. Her wet heat tightened around him, drawing him deeper.

“Fuck,” he muttered.

“Eli?”

He found her eyes as he stroked her inner walls, learning her most secret of places.

She shuddered against him.

Jo once more grabbed him by the hair.

“Elias?” she said again with desperation.

“Yes?” His voice was rougher than sandpaper.

“I want to have sex with you now,” she said in clear, slow words.

He swallowed the reflexive, are you sure?

She looked at him like a woman who knew exactly what she wanted. He didn’t have to prerequisite himself with any warning. She knew his past and what he’d been through, that he wasn’t entirely whole, and she still wanted him.

Maybe he wasn’t garbage after all?

He lowered his face, kissing her as he stroked her pussy.

Jo’s moans were so very sweet to his ears.

She had to make it through whatever the hell she was doing, because he was not going to find her and then lose her. Not after tonight. He couldn’t allow that to happen. But that was tomorrow’s problem.

Tonight he wanted to make her feel.

Jo pushed at his shoulders. He sat up and she yanked at his shirt, pulling it up over his head. He threw the garment over the side of the bed and stood. She was already sat up and was undoing his belt buckle. Elias grabbed his holstered weapon and disentangled it from his belt, then set the gun on the nightstand—next to hers.

In this they were, and would likely always be, the same.

The moment his fingers let go of the holster Jo was on him again. She undid his pants, never once pausing to stare at his scars. Hell, she’d seen the gaping wounds. She’d seen him at his worst and she still wanted him. That knowledge made his hands shake as he stepped out of the last of his clothing.

Jo rose up on her knees and cupped his face in a tender gesture. She kissed him with as much desire as before. He dug his hands into her hair, marveling at the silky feeling of the strands. Her hand wrapped around his cock and he groaned.

It had been so long...

He shuddered at the feel of her hand against his flesh.

So damn good.

Skin on skin.

Wait.

“Jo. Jo? Hold on a moment.” Those words nearly killed him. He grasped her by the shoulders and pushed her away enough to look at her.

“What?” Her eyes were so dark, her hair a mess from his hands and her skin flushed a pretty pink.

“Condoms. I don’t, I mean...” He didn’t have any.

“I don’t need them,” she said without hesitation.

“Shouldn’t we—”

Her hand tightened around his cock. “Elias, I care about one thing right now. I have an IUD and I haven’t had sex with a human in almost two fucking years.”

“Oh.” He blinked a few times trying to take all that in. It was hard when her hand wouldn’t stop stroking.

“Is that a problem?”

“I, uh, guess not? Fuck.”