Elite Ops Complete Series

by Lora Leigh

  They would be aware she was protected now, and they weren’t letting that bother them. They were too confident. As Micah said, they were too arrogant.

  As the elevator eased to a stop, Micah stepped in front of them, his corded body tense and prepared as the doors slid open.

  Only Noah awaited on the other side, though. Jordan’s nephew was watching him closely, blue eyes narrowed, suspicion tightening his expression.

  “The suite’s clean.” Noah nodded as they stepped into the hall. “We have the two rooms on each side of you and the suite across from you.” He indicated the appropriate doors.

  Jordan gave a sharp nod as he led Tehya to the double doors.

  “Get some rest,” he ordered both of them. “We’ll meet at breakfast and go over the information we have. Let’s see if we can’t do something to liven things up a bit tomorrow.”

  He had several ideas. Most importantly, he needed to force the men watching them into acting. Once they were off balance, the chances of them leading the team to their employer were greater.

  Opening the door he stepped inside, looked around, then drew Tehya in as well.

  Once the door closed, watchers didn’t exist. Danger didn’t exist. There was no threat, there was no reality.

  He had her in his arms, lifting her, bearing her to the wide conference table that sat in the middle of the room.

  There wasn’t a chance in hell of making it to the bed.

  Hell, she was lucky he had made it this far.

  Setting her on the cool wood surface, he slid the fingers of one hand into her hair once again, clenched in the soft strands, and forced her head back.

  “Stop thinking,” he growled, determined that the pleasure they had shared in the limo would pale in comparison to the heat rising between them now.

  “Jordan.” Worry darkened her eyes.

  “No.” Forceful, filled with furious lust and white-hot demand, he glared down at her. “Not tonight, Tehya. Tonight, you’re mine. No worries, no fear. Just this, damn you. Just this.”

  This.

  His lips covered hers, his tongue pressed between them, and his hands moved from her hair to the gentle swell of her hips as he forced her thighs apart and stepped between them.

  Staring down, Jordan watched as his hands, dark against the lighter violet hues of the dress, gathered the material and began dragging it slowly up her legs.

  “Tonight you’re mine,” he growled again as he felt the raging hunger building inside him. “Right here, right now, Tehya, this is all that matters.”

  The skirt revealed her legs, her thighs, the violet smoke of her stockings, the lacy elastic edge that stretched around her thighs.

  His breathing accelerated. His chest tightened as each breath became ragged. Never in his life had a woman affected him this way. Never had anything looked so damned pretty, or been so important to him outside his family.

  “Fuck, look how damned pretty.” He lifted his gaze, staring back at her, watching her eyes, her face as she became immersed in the sensual pleasure. “Watch me, Tey. Watch me touch you, baby. Enjoy you…” He almost said more.

  He almost betrayed himself.

  He almost gave in to the illusion that between him and Tehya, there was so much more than lust. So much more than pleasure.

  If love existed …

  CHAPTER 13

  Tehya could feel the heat rising in the room, or was it just rising in her?

  Reclining, she propped her weight on her elbows and stared back at him, the hunger to tease him, to tempt him becoming overwhelming.

  She wanted her own memories to store away, but even more, there was something inside her pushing her, demanding she ensure he never forget her either.

  As he stared down at her, she lifted enough to release the zipper at her lower back, loosening the gown as she watched his expression tighten.

  “Help me.” She could barely speak, her breathing was so heavy, excitement flooding her system as his hands moved to the bodice of the gown and began drawing it down her body.

  The feel of the silk underslip sliding against her flesh was exquisite, almost painful. The need to feel his hands was rising by the second.

  Lifting her hips, she watched his expression as he drew the material over them, then down her legs to allow it to drop to the floor.

  His jaw bunched, flexed. His hands slid up her legs, to her thighs, then to the band of the tiny thong she wore.

  A second later, less than a second, the material was torn from her body and tossed to the floor. Gripping her arms he drew her up, one hand buried in her hair as the other flattened against her back and his head lowered, his lips possessing hers with a hunger so fiery she felt singed by it.

  The sensual impact of the kiss blazed through her senses as arousal began to consume her with a power she didn’t have a hope of fighting.

  Her arms tightened around his neck, desperate to hold on to him now, to hold on to that dark, unspoken “something” that bound her to him in ways she couldn’t explain.

  Mixing with each touch, each kiss, each spark of pleasure that fanned the flames higher was a burning knowledge that he was becoming essential to her. That he had already marked her soul, claimed her.

  She arched into the kiss, her thighs spreading for the full width and impact of his hips thrusting determinedly between them.

  The material of his pants rasped against the tender skin of her inner thighs as the steel hard wedge of his cock pressed against the bare folds of her pussy.

  Liquid heat spilled along the sensitive flesh as Jordan nipped at her lips, a harsh groan rumbling in his throat as Tehya whimpered at the need rising inside her.

  Her neck arched tilted back as his lips slid from hers and rasped a path of destructive arcs of sizzling sensation down her neck, moving to her breasts, finding the tight, tender peak of her nipple once again.

  Swollen, enflamed from his earlier caresses. The feel of his lips drawing on the sensitive peak tightened through her back and pulled a cry from her lips.

  Her nails dug into his scalp as her hips moved beneath his, desperate for every stroke of pleasure, every touch, every ounce of sensation.

  Her hips lifted to him as she tried to curl her legs around his waist, tried to get closer, only to have him push them apart as he lifted his head and straightened from her.

  “Don’t stop.” She had to force the words past her lips.

  “Never.” The hard, dark rasp of his voice intensified her pleasure. The knowledge that he was just as affected, that he needed just as much as she needed, sent pulsing excitement whipping through her.

  Staring back at him, breathless, Tehya watched as his lips lowered again, this time to the flesh between her breasts. Heated kisses and hungry licks blazed a path of destructive pleasure down her body.

  His tongue swirled around her navel, dipped in with an erotic lick before wandering over the soft flesh of her lower belly.

  His hands stroked along her thighs, her hips. Each firm caress pulled her deeper into a maelstrom of ecstasy.

  “You taste as hot and sweet as hell, Tehya. Damned addictive, sugar.”

  Her breath caught at the pleasure in his expression, his voice. The slight Texas drawl assured her he was losing himself as much as she was in the pleasure, and that he was forgetting all that careful control he always exerted over himself.

  He pushed her thighs farther apart as she trembled with anticipation.

  His tongue licked, he kissed. He held her legs apart, whispered a breath over her clit, and she swore she was so close to coming she could touch it.

  Lifting his head he gazed at her her through the slit of his lashes. Sensual knowledge burned, male dominance tightened his expression, and pure wicked lust gleamed in his eyes.

  She could hope he was losing control, and perhaps he had lost a small part of it. But the sensual, sexual animal he was still maintained enough of his senses to control her.

  His fingers moved up her thigh, stroking agai
nst her flesh. Anticipation spread through her as her clit swelled with agonizing pleasure.

  “Jordan,” his name slipped past her lips in a desperate plea.

  “Do you need me, Tey?”

  Oh, God, she needed him so bad.

  “Always.” Her fingers moved to his hair again, desperate for something to hold on to.

  “Have you always needed me, Tey?” His fingers moved between her thighs, parted the folds of her pussy, and just rubbed.

  Her hips jerked, her muscles tensed until she felt as though she would break.

  “Jordan, I’ve always needed you.” Every part of her needed him. Ached for him. Dreamed of him. “I’ve needed no one like I need you.”

  Jordan stared back at her. He was losing it. That part of himself that he had always managed to hold aloof. That part that had always been cold, that refused to acknowledge weakness, emotion, or hunger. That part of himself that he had kept carefully hidden away was coming for her.

  Staring up at her, he lowered his head, the taste of her sweet pussy exploding against his tongue as he parted his lips, laid them over the swollen bud of her clit, and kissed.

  Her hips jerked against him the cry that spilled from her lips slicing across his control.

  She was addictive as hell. Liquid heat, sensual nectar met his lips, as he rolled it over her clit and felt it flex against his tongue.

  She was close. So fucking close. He could feel the need for release pounding against her clit as her soft juices spilled to his lips.

  He knew what awaited him. The pleasure. A pleasure that burned brighter, hotter than anything he had ever known before.

  Sucking her clit into his mouth, he drew on the swollen bundle of nerve endings as his fingers moved lower, finding the clenched opening of her pussy and pushing inside the silky, slick entrance.

  Immediately the snug, silken tissue clamped on the two fingers working inside her. A cry shattered the silence of the room and the heated glide of her juices washed over his fingers.

  And it only made him crave her more. Made him hungrier. Made that part of himself that he kept hidden strain closer to her.

  His cock pounded, his balls were so damned tight with the need to come that it was nearly unbearable. With each taste of her lush little pussy, the hunger only grew. He found himself no longer caring that he ached for that illusion he was always warning her about.

  Drawing his fingers back, he worked frantically to release his cock from the cloth binding it. Toeing off his expensive leather shoes, he quickly shed the pants, then rose just enough to remove his shirt.

  Straightening, his gaze moved slowly over her as he gripped the base of his cock to hold back the release that threatened to explode despite his best intentions.

  “Let me see, Tehya,” he growled, his voice harsher, darker than he intended. “Touch yourself, baby. Let me see.”

  And God, he loved watching her.

  Her hands rose, delicate, fragile fingers cupping the undercurve of each breast, lifting them as the tip of a finger stroked over each tight point.

  Her eyes raked down his body, her gaze locking on the sight of him gripping his cock as her hips arched, her face flushing with a surfeit of sexual hunger.

  “I want to watch, too,” she whispered as her hands slid from her breasts to caress lower, to stroke her midriff before moving to the flesh just above the slight rise of her pussy.

  Bracing his feet against the floor, he let his fingers move over his cock, stroking it slowly, grimacing as his balls throbbed with the need to come.

  The effect on Tehya was far more than he expected. The sight of him stroking himself drew a harsh moan from her throat as her fingers slid into the folds of her pussy to circle the swollen bud of her clit.

  Her hips arched. Her juices gathered on the peaches-and-cream curves, glistening with an excess of feminine arousal.

  Stretched across the table, her delicate feet still in the wickedly high heels, the violet smoke hue of the stockings still encasing her legs as she propped her feet on the arms of the two chairs to each side of her, she looked like a modern-day sacrifice to lust.

  Lush, velvety flesh. Emerald eyes glowing. Graceful fingers thrumming against her clit as he stepped closer, the engorged head of his cock throbbing at the nearness of her pussy’s sweet, hot juices.

  He could feel the heat of her. The remembered feel of the tight grip milking his dick was nearly enough to make him come as he watched her fingers slide through the swollen, flushed curves.

  She parted her flesh, stroked the small, clenched slit, then he watched, his breath stilling in his throat, as the tips of two delicate fingers slid inside.

  “No.” Before he could stop himself he gripped her wrist, pulling her fingers back as he stepped closer.

  Lifting her hand he brought the glistening fingers to his lips, his tongue peeking out to lick the heated, feminine syrup from the tips as the head of his cock pressed gainst the slick entrance.

  Their eyes locked.

  He’d always been so careful in the past to ensure that he didn’t stare at his lovers’ faces. A man couldn’t lose himself in a woman if he didn’t stare into her eyes.

  He’d also known instinctively, though, that there hadn’t been a chance of ever losing any part of himself until he met Tehya. Until he had seen in her eyes the hunger he denied in himself.

  He couldn’t deny her anymore. Not inside. Not where that inborn knowledge of a man’s mate rested.

  He might not believe in the illusion of love as others saw it. But he did believe in a man’s knowledge of the one woman created for him. Not love. Much more than mere lust.

  It was a claiming.

  And he was claiming her.

  Watching her, her wrist still held in his hand, his hips bunched, his cock tightened impossibly further, harder, as with a single hard thrust he buried the painfully tight flesh several inches inside ecstasy.

  There was no stopping him.

  Finesse was gone.

  Pure male hunger filled his mind, his senses. He released her wrist and his hands gripped her hips as he began moving, working the engorged length of his dick inside the impossibly tight depths of her pussy.

  Fiery muscles clenched and milked his cock as her legs wrapped around his hips. Her hands flattened against his abdomen, slid up his chest and to his neck as he came over her.

  His lips pressed against hers, his tongue slipping past them and he lunged inside her, shafting inside the tender depths of her pussy as he felt her juices gathering around him, searing his flesh.

  Gripping her hips, he lifted his head as he forced his eyes open. Forced himself to stare into hers. And felt himself sinking inside her.

  What he didn’t expect was to feel her sinking inside him as well.

  Tehya’s breath caught at the deepening blue of his eyes, the savagely honed features, the dark swirling, shadowed emotion she recognized with feminine instinct.

  Each hard thrust inside her body seemed to deepen that dark swirl of emotion even as it built the fiery pleasure racing through her body.

  His hands moved from her hips to her thighs, pulling her legs from around his hips as he dragged them to his chest, her feet resting against his shoulders as his thrusts began to increase.

  Tender nerve endings rioted with sensation at the feel of the engorged, flared cock head raking over them. Sizzling flames enveloped her clit with each stroke of his pelvis against it as he buried inside her full length, filling her, overfilling her, the thick, hard flesh almost bruising in the power of his thrusts.

  The pleasure was agonizing. Her fingers curled over the edge of the table, her nails digging into the wood. His hands gripped her ankles to fuck her harder. His hips slammed into her thighs, flesh pounding against flesh as she felt the sudden, blinding rise to orgasm.

  When it hit her, Tehya felt her senses exploding with it. Her breath caught in her chest, hips arching, a strangled cry trapped in her throat as seismic tremors began to race through her
body.

  Each shattering explosion jerked her body tighter against his as her pussy clenched further, milked harder, and then exploded in a second flash of rapture as she felt him coming inside her.

  Each heavy throb of his cock, each fiery pulse of semen inside her heightened her release. It threw her into a brilliant wash of color, sensation, and pleasure so intense she wondered if she could ever recover from it.

  And through it, her gaze remained locked with his, and, she swore, her soul became a part of his. She had been his since the day she met him. He’d marked her that first night that he’d taken her, but this time, this time, she felt his possession to the depths of her soul.

  This time, Jordan became a part of her.

  “Oh God.” The shattered breath of sound escaped her lips, and this time, she knew what she was saying. “Oh God, Jordan, I love you.”

  *

  Silently, meticulously, Jordan helped Tehya into the wrinkled material of his shirt, buttoned it carefully, then stepped back and fixed his pants.

  A part of him felt shattered.

  He couldn’t explain it, and it sure as fucking hell didn’t make sense. His nerves felt on edge, and that coming from a man who had nerves of steel. He felt a curious fury burning inside him, or was it something else?

  Whatever it was, his soul felt lashed by it, bruised by the violent waves of whatever conflict raged inside him.

  “Jordan?” She whispered his name as he zipped his pants and turned from her to stride to the wet bar across the room.

  God, he couldn’t talk to her right now. The kindest thing he could do was walk away. He needed to walk away before he ended up destroying them both.

  Lifting his hand, he blew out a weary breath as he rubbed at the back of his neck. Escape was futile. There was no escaping her, no matter how much distance he put between them. He’d already learned that lesson the hard way.

  “I’m sorry.” The heartbreaking regret in her voice sent a shaft of some white-hot emotion burning through his chest.

  God dammit. What the hell was he feeling? Anger? It felt like anger. Like helplessness. And by God he didn’t do helpless well.

  “Don’t apologize,” he finally blew out roughly as he turned to her, praying she wasn’t crying.