Mind of Danger (Body of Danger #3) - Sidney Bristol Page 0,38

her hips cradled him. She reached for his cock, stroking him from root to tip.

Someday she wanted to spend hours doing this. They didn’t have that luxury right now.

Elias pulled back and tugged on her jeans, popping the button free. She lifted her bottom, and he dragged her pants down far enough to display her lacey black boy shorts.

“You ever wear those matching set things?” He traced the scalloped lace at the top of her thigh.

“No.” She could feel her face flaming hot. “Nothing ever fits, so I just get the panties.”

“Oh, okay.”

He pressed his fingers against her pussy with nothing but a thin layer of lace and satin between them. She gasped, and he kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth.

Maybe it was time to rethink her stance on bras?

If Elias thought matching sets were sexy, she could break down and figure out something.

He slid one finger past the lace, teasing her folds. That was when coherent thought ceased. She whimpered and shifted her hips.

Elias broke the kiss and grabbed her panties. He pulled both those and her jeans down her legs, leaving her in nothing at all.

No man had ever looked at her like Elias did. Like she was desirable, sexy even.

They reached for each other, their mouths meeting in needy kisses. He tugged her forward on the dresser until she was in danger of falling off. But he was there.

She grasped his cock, giving it a stroke before guiding him to her entrance.

He thrust, and she gripped his shoulders, gasping as he filled her. She wrapped her legs around him and dug her fingers into his hair.

This wasn’t at all what she’d come to see him about, but she could neither stop herself from wanting this. Elias was the man she’d always wanted, and now he wanted her, too.

He wrapped his arms around her and thrust, surging into her.

Jo groaned and closed her eyes against the pleasure of it. One touch, a kiss, and she was so close. So damn close.

“Look at me?” Elias’ voice was ragged.

She pried her eyes open and stared back at him, riveted by the emotion she saw looking back at her.

This wasn’t just a crush or scratching an itch. There was real emotion between them, built on trust and years of knowing each other. Her insides quaked and part of her recognized those feelings while the rest of her shied away from them.

“Jo,” he groaned and thrust, changing the angle slightly.

“Oh!” She clutched his shoulders as every nerve in her body felt as though it were singing from pleasure.

“Jo?”

He thrust again, sending her over the edge into bliss. She clutched his shoulders and kissed his cheek, his shoulder. She was vaguely aware of his words as he continued to drive into her, drawing her orgasm out longer.

“You’re so fucking amazing,” he said.

She leaned back, overwhelmed by the sensation.

His motions were jerky now. He thrust again, clinging to her, and groaned his release. She hugged him close, lost in his words. The little girl in her who’d always wanted to matter hung on every one of them out of his mouth.

“You’re beautiful, you know that? You’re so fucking amazing and I’ve missed you. I love you—”

They both tensed as those three words left his mouth.

He loved her?

Fear was quickly eaten up by, hope? She’d always liked Elias. Maybe she’d even called him her first love in her own head. But could she be in love with him? Like, real love?

Elias eased away, only a few inches, but enough to look down at her. “I shouldn’t have said that. I, ah, got carried away.”

“Yeah. Okay.”

Why did she feel sad now? Did she love him? What if he didn’t want to love her?

“Jo?” Elias cupped her face and lifted her chin.

She made herself look at him. She wasn’t a coward to hide from things, though she really wanted to right now.

A sharp knock on the door interrupted stalled him from saying anything.

“Yo, Eli. It’s Zain. You still up?” a man called out.

Zain.

As in Elias’ boss.

“Shit,” he muttered.

“It’s okay, just stall him,” she said.

He made a face, but there was no getting around talking to his boss. She grit her teeth as Elias pulled out. He scooped up the towel and handed it to her.

“Gimme a minute,” he called out.

Jo grabbed her clothes and darted into the bathroom.

She’d just had sex with Elias—again, he’d said he loved her, and his boss was here. She didn’t know how to process one of those let along all