MILITARY ROMANCE: The War Within Himself (Alpha Bad Boy Marine Army Seal) (Contemporary Military Suspense & Thriller Romance) (161 page)

Chapter Three

As Eliot looked all over her face Wren had to fight back the urge to relax against him.  The way he held her made her feel precious, and oddly complete, as if sitting in his lap was the only place she was ever supposed to be.  That sense of rightness only intensified when he brushed his lips over hers, not in a kiss but the briefest whisper of a caress.

“Don’t fly away again, little bird,” he murmured, and brought her palm to his mouth to press a kiss in the center.  “Stay with me.”

Wren felt an ache begin pulsing between her thighs.  “Even if I wanted to, Tashiro—”

“For days after that night, I thought I’d imagined you.”  He touched her face, sweeping his thumb over the curve of her cheekbone.  “As if you were some ghost who came to forever haunt my heart.  You made a promise to me with that kiss, Wren.  Do you know what it was?”

“To be your lover,” she said, startling herself with her own candor.  “That’s why you came after me, Tashiro.  For the sex, not love.”

“I want to make love to you, Wren,” he admitted.  “I have thought of little else since that kiss.  But if that is not your desire as well, then I will wait until it is.”

Suddenly she wanted to slap him.  “And if I leave right now, and you never see me again, will you keep waiting anyway?  Waiting for a woman you’ve known, what, six hours total?”

“It could be six minutes, or six seconds.  It would not matter.  I knew the moment we touched.”  He brought her hand to his chest and pressed it over his heart.  “And yes, I would wait for you.  I would wait until my last breath.” 

She swallowed against the lump in her throat.  “That’s crazy.  Crazy and stupid and reckless.  I could be anyone.  Strike that.  I
am
anyone.”

“I know who you are, Wren Calhoun.”  Eliot set her on her feet, and then stood and bowed to her.  “And you know me just as well.  You are free to go, little bird.  Or stay.”  He kissed her brow, and then retreated into the master bedroom.

Wren stood staring after him.  She had an op to finish, and a human trafficking ring to smash.  Yet she also knew that when she finished in Paris she would go to her next assignment, and then the next, and so on.  Field operatives like her worked until they were too old, too crippled, or someone killed them.

She almost made it to the door before she spun on her heel and marched into the bedroom. 

“You can’t say all that stuff to me and expect me to go, Tashiro.”  Wren stopped short and watched his back.  He stood at the window looking down at the city.  In a softer tone, she added, “Not when I’ve wanted you just as much, unless . . . have you changed your mind already?”

“Come here.”  He held out his hand.

When she went to him Eliot turned and brought her hand down between them to lightly brush her knuckles against the bulge at the front of his trousers. 

“I’ve been like this all night, little bird.”  He left her hand there and slipped his under the boyish T-shirt she wore, his long fingers gliding around to stroke the taut muscles of her back.  “But then, so have you.”

“Not for long.”  Wren grimaced as she unbuttoned her trousers, and reached into the boxers she wore beneath.  A minute later she pulled out the prosthesis and tossed it into a nearby trash bin.  “I’m officially a girl again.  Well, except for breasts.”

Eliot glanced down at the flat front of her T-shirt.  “You are slightly built.”

“No, Tashiro, I’m almost completely flat-chested.”  She pulled her shirt up over her head to show him her tiny breasts.  “I don’t have body hair, either.  As females go, you’re getting the no-frills model here.”

“You don’t need frills.”  He trailed his fingers over her slight curves.

Wren expected Eliot to kiss her again, or fondle her, but instead he scooped her up in his arms.  Linking her hands around his neck, she giggled as he carried her back to the suite’s enormous master bedroom, where he lowered her as carefully as if she were made of glass.

“Despite my shortcomings in the sexual characteristics department I am a grown-up.  You can do anything to me that you like.”  She watched him unbutton his shirt and remove it before he sat down beside her.  “I won’t break.”

“I might.”  He encircled her neck with one hand, and then stroked it down over her chest.  “May I remove the rest of our clothes?”

“That will probably make this easier.”  Wren felt her small, flat nipples pucker under his caress.  “I thought you would be in Berlin this week, overseeing the construction of that children’s hospital.” 

“I am doing that by Skype.”  He took off her trousers and boxers, and then removed his own.  Tashiro had a long, lean body that decades of studying kendo had honed to a gracefully lethal perfection.  He stood beside the bed looking down at her for so long she squirmed a little.

“It’s not a very sexy body, Tashiro,” she admitted.  “But it works fine.”

Eliot bent to silence her with a kiss.  A moment later he lay atop her, his weight pinning her to the mattress as he took her mouth like a marauder.  The taste of him made her head spin.  When he shifted down to tenderly suckle her nipples, she arched under him and cried out.

“Shhhh.”  Eliot reached down to fist the thick shaft of his erect penis, and guide it between her thighs.  “I can’t wait another second either.  No more emptiness for either of us.”  He hesitated.  “We need protection.”

“I’m clean, and safe.”  Wren stared up into his enigmatic eyes, almost afraid he would change his mind now.  A heartbeat later she felt the broad head of his shaft press in, and her softness went liquid.  Once he breached her all of her senses went into overdrive.  “Tashiro.”

He kissed her brow.  “I am here, little bird.  I have you now.”

Wren gave herself over to the merging.  The stretching sensation of her wet sex enveloping him as he pushed into her sent new, dark streaks of excitement through her belly.

Eliot’s jaw tightened as he went deeper.  Once he’d filled her completely, he released a low, heartfelt sigh.  “You fit me so well, my lovely one.  I knew you would.”  Carefully he drew out of her, and then forged back inside, the slick friction making her gasp.  “Oh, yes, there, now you feel it, don’t you?  Did you think it would be like this?”

“You talk too much.”  Wren suddenly couldn’t catch her breath.  “Please, Tashiro, I have to – oh, like that, yes.”

Eliot never looked away from her face as he fucked her, his deep, hard shafting fueling the desperate ache inside her.  Wren curled her hands into fists and planted them against his chest.  She felt the climax building inside her, but it seemed so large and strong that she resisted it.  She couldn’t fall apart like this, not with him, not with anyone . . . but if she didn’t, she’d never know.

“More.”  She arched her back as his thrusts grew harder and faster.  “Yes, like that.” 

“Take what you need from me, Wren.”  Eliot bent his dark head to cover one small nipple with his lips.  He lifted his head only to do the same to her other little mound.

The feel of his tongue on her pushed her almost to the brink.  “Eliot.”

He moved off her, shifting back and dragging her hips to the very edge of the bed.  Once he moved between her slim thighs and joined their slick sexes again he smiled down at her.  “Now we finish this dance.”

Eliot’s thrusts into her body grew harder and deeper, and soon it felt as if his hard, thick penis had become a piston driving the engine of her pleasure out of control.  Wren curled her fingers into the bed cover as she spiraled even higher, her body so taut now she thought the coming delight might just snap some of her thin bones.

It was at that moment that Eliot drove deep and clamped her nipples between his fingers, pinching them gently as he said, “Let go, little bird.  You can trust me.  I will always catch you.”

Rather than the violent shattering Wren expected, a waterfall of pleasure poured through her.  It cascaded over all her fears and doubts, sweeping away everything but the delight of dancing with Eliot again.  Dimly she heard him groan, and felt the delicious jet of his seed bathing her from within, warm and silky.  She cried out as his climax pushed her through her own orgasm and into another. 

Wren wrapped her arms around him, holding him as tightly as her softness contracted around his shaft.  She felt his penis hardening again inside her, and Eliot make a strange sound.

A soft moan of bliss left her lips as she felt him spurt inside her a second time.

After that Eliot kissed her and held her for what seemed like hours as their bodies cooled and sanity restored itself.  When she finally tilted her head back she saw in his dark eyes the same glow of dazed wonder she felt.

“I really like the way you dance,” she mentioned, running her hand down the length of his arm.  “And that . . . was pretty amazing.”

“Now you see why I came to Paris.”  He looked all over her face before he gave her a soft, lingering kiss. 

He shifted to nuzzle the side of her neck while she combed her fingers through his thick black hair.  “You can’t expect that to happen every time, you know.”

“I expect nothing.”  Eliot rose from the bed and covered her, shaking his head when she tried to sit up. 

She blinked drowsily at him.  “But I want to sleep with you.”

“You will.”  He trailed his fingers along her shoulder, and then gave her an odd look.  “I will never leave you, little bird.”

Since she couldn’t make the same promise, she turned her head and kissed his fingers.

Eliot walked out only to shut off the lights in the front of the suite before returning and climbing back into bed with her.  Wren sighed with pleasure as she cuddled against him, and let the sound of his breathing lull her to sleep.

Chapter Four

Sometime in the night Wren woke to the feel of Eliot’s hands gently stroking her little breasts.  His erect, hard penis nestled in the cleft of her buttocks, but he seemed to be content with simply touching her.

She wriggled her bottom a little, and then rolled her shoulders back with a sigh, pushing her hard nipples against his caressing fingers.

“I didn’t mean to wake you.”  Eliot kissed the little curl of her ear before he urged her over onto her back. 

“Yes, you did.”  She smiled up at him.  “Turn on the light.  I want to see you.”

As he switched on the lamp on the night table Wren pushed back the covers so she could properly ogle his hard, muscular body.  She’d never been with such a beautiful man, as precisely proportioned and well-built as the buildings he designed.

“I’m glad I please you,” he told her.  “It seems only fair, since you have given me so much.”

The way he looked at her made her feel mischievous.  “I didn’t give you anything, Tashiro.  You bought and paid for me.”

He arched one dark brow.  “You consider me your owner?”

“My master.”  As she corrected him, Wren’s throat tightened.  At the same time a strange flush of excitement flooded her breasts.  “Tonight you are.  What do you want me to do?”

Eliot took her hand and brought it down to her sex.  “Show me how you touch yourself when you’re alone.  I want to see how you like best to be stroked.”

Wren liked how matter-of-fact he was about sex.  Without hesitation she parted her folds and touched her clit.  “Like this.”

“Yes.  Please, continue.  I want to watch.”  He shifted over her, settling between her thighs so that his face hovered just above her hand.  “You are so lovely here.  Like a pretty, fragile butterfly.”

“I’m not fragile, Tashiro.”  The touch of his breath only added to the sensations spreading through her sex.  “I can bench press three times my own bodyweight.”

“I did not mean to imply that you are weak.”  Eliot touched his lips to a spot just below her navel.  “You are anything but that.  But there is a quality about you – something that drives you from lover to lover, as if they are flowers.”  He met her gaze.  “Am I to be just another rose in your garden, little bird?”

“You know the answer to that.”  She took her hand away.  “We should get some sleep.”

“Not just yet.”  He moved her legs, draping them over his shoulders so that his lips caressed the folds of her sex.

Wren stared up at the ceiling, her emotions snarling into a hot, dark tangle of regret and lust.  “Tashiro, I can’t stay with you.” 

“You can do whatever makes you happy, my lovely one.”  Eliot kissed the insides of her thighs.  “Only remember how well I can do that.”

Wren felt his tongue licking slowly along the part of her folds.  When he gave her throbbing clit a slow, wet stroke she caught her breath, and looked down to watch him.  “You don’t know what you’re asking for.  I’m not like other women.”

He parted her and kissed her nub.  “I agree.  No woman has ever aroused me to fill her with my seed twice instead of once.”  He licked her again.  “Do you know that you and I taste delicious when we are blended?  Like some exotic nectar.”

“Stop trying to romance me with pretty words,” she muttered.  “I’m not a butterfly, Tashiro.  I’m a battering ram disguised as one.”

“A sheep?  Never.”  As she chuckled, he nuzzled her sex.  She could smell the sexy musk of their mingled scents now.  “Ah, this is so good.  You must taste us.”

Eliot moved over her, first rubbing his swollen cockhead against her folds, and then straddling her upper torso.  As he pressed the thick, satiny bulb against her lips, she gave him a long, soft lick.

“Very nice.”  She kissed her way along the hard length of him.  “But I might need another taste.”

“Do you want me to take your mouth, Wren?”  When she nodded, he rubbed the swollen head of his penis back and forth along the curve of her lips.  “I would like that very much, too.”

He eased into her mouth, and once she had engulfed the heavy cockhead, he went still and stared down at her.  “Your lips look so pretty on me.”

Wren used her tongue to curl around his glans as she sucked lightly on him.

“Oh, yes.”  Eliot began slowly pressing deeper, invading and then withdrawing inch by inch until he was working half his shaft in and out of her mouth.  “Tell me if it is too much.”

Wren released him long enough to say, “It’ll never be enough,” before she enveloped him again.

“No, I think it will not.”  Eliot grunted as she tugged on him urgently.  “You are going to make me come again like a school boy.  Your mouth is all satin and heat, little bird.  It feels like your lovely pussy does when you come on my cock.”

Wren felt his thighs tense, and stroked them with her hands as he thrust in and out of her mouth, his penis forging deep now. As he swelled even bigger, she dug her fingernails into his strong legs.

Eliot jerked and muttered something dark.  Wren felt his penis pulse as he poured into her.  Happily she swallowed every jet he gave her.  When he gently withdrew, she uttered a soft, satisfied sigh.

Eliot lay down beside her, but rather than falling asleep, he reached down to cup her sex.  “Once more for me, little bird.”  He stroked her with his long fingers, settling the pad of his thumb on her clit.  He rubbed her a few times before pressing two fingers into the sensitive ellipse of her opening.

“I don’t know.”  She smiled sleepily at him.  “I think I’m too tired, but you can try.”

“Look at me, little bird,” he murmured.  “We are back in Tokyo now, and we are dancing under the stars.  I am looking down at you, at your lovely face, and thinking how much I want to kiss you.  I’m going to kiss you, Wren.”

Eliot took her mouth, and the memories and gentle rubbing of his fingers brought her quickly to the edge.  Wren looked into Eliot’s gold-shot dark eyes as she felt the sweet, hot delight cresting inside her.  

“Oops.  I was wrong,” she murmured, and then arched as the pleasure broke over her, sweeping her off like a dark tide.

“That’s what I wanted, my lovely one,” he murmured.  “Give it all to me. Yes, like that.”

Eliot stroked her through the orgasm, and then held her close while she rode the tremors of the aftershocks.  Wren closed her eyes, feeling more drained and yet more satisfied than she ever had in her life.

Wren heard him switch off the lamp, and snuggled close as he closed his arms around her.  She listened to his deep breathing slow as he fell asleep, and turned her face to the pillow.  The tears slipping from her lashes made a dozen damp spots on the pillow cover.

When finally Eliot slept deeply enough for her to ease from his arms, Wren got up.  She watched him as she dressed in silence.  The darkness didn’t allow her to see too much of him, which was good.  If she saw his handsome, beloved face now she might not be able to do this.

Wren quietly left the suite with Eliot’s mobile, which she used to report in. 

“I know I’m late,” she told her handler, “but there were complications.  I had to dump the sound transmitter when we left the club.  Did you get all the boys out?”  As she listened she glanced up at Tashiro’s suite.  “Mine wasn’t a pervert.  He was a do-gooder, trying to rescue me.  Listen, I need to get out of Paris—”

A big hand snatched the mobile from Wren’s grasp and threw it into the bushes.  A matching hand seized her by the throat.

“Not just yet,” the scar-faced Slav told her before he plunged the needle into her neck.