Renegade (Elite Ops 5) (39 page)

going to a damned bar or a home office with you to meet with the boyfriend of one of my clients."

Her lips were set, her gaze piercing, as she glared back at Nik now.

"Kefler isn't someone I want you associated with."

Her brows shot up. "Since when is that your choice?"

"Since I became your lover, that's when."

Control went flying out the damned window as he faced the defiance pouring

from her. What the hell was it about this one tiny woman that made him fucking insane?

"Since you became my lover?" The question sounded torn from her.

Mikayla was ready to strangle on the anger pouring through her now if the fire in

her eyes was any indication. "Since when does being my lover give you the right to order me around in any way? Trust me, Nik, you have no more rights now than you had the day you walked into town."

She didn't scream at him. Mikayla didn't scream. She didn't pout. She tried really hard not to cry when she was hurt or angry. But she did nothing to hide the pure disgust she felt at his autocratic decision that she simply wasn't going with him.

She could get him in to meet Martin Kefler, and it wasn't as though she weren't

already associated with him in a slight way. There was no additional danger in her being with Nik.

"You don't want to understand this." His voice tightened, a sure sign that he was becoming furious himself, and she really didn't give a damn.

"It seems to me, I'm in more danger away from you, but you go right ahead and go meet Kefler by yourself. Maybe we'll get lucky and the next time someone tries to shoot at me they'll miss then, too."

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His eyes were pure white-hot blue flames. Mikayla watched the transformation as

though mesmerized the second it hit his eyes.

Her focus on that so visible fury distracted her, giving her less time to react when he stepped across the room and jerked her to him.

"Do you think I wouldn't leave you protected?"

"Babysat," she charged back at him, her head lifting, her gaze staying locked on his. "You would have me babysat rather than having me with you. Thanks, Nik, for showing me how little the time we spend together means to you. I guess I truly am no more than just a ready fuck for you. Shame on me for believing differently."

Shock entered his gaze, as though he couldn't believe the word "fuck" had left her mouth. Well, she knew how to use four-letter words, too; she just preferred not to.

The reaction she received wasn't one she expected, though. Nik jerked her to him,

pulling her body close and up until the hard proof of his erection pressed against her lower stomach. The anger churning within her suddenly morphed into arousal as she

glimpsed the need suddenly flaming in his eyes.

"This is all you want, isn't it, Nik?" she whispered, wondering at the desperation she saw in his gaze now.

"There can't be anything else, damn you." Naked, furious need burned in his eyes.

It wasn't just lust. It wasn't hunger. It was a need, a burning, intense desperation that made little or no sense.

Her hands slapped against his chest before gripping the edges of his shirt. "Why?

Tell me why! I don't want your promises, Nik, I don't want a commitment you can't give, but by God I want to know why."

It was exploding inside her, her chest, her head, striking through her soul with a pain she had no idea how to control. He didn't trust her; he wouldn't open up to her. The only thing he was willing to share was his body.

It should have been enough. She had promised him it would be enough.

"I can't." The words sounded torn from him, but the hunger that filled his gaze told her otherwise. "I can't give you that."

He wouldn't give it to her. He didn't want to give it to her.

All he had to give her was his body.

Her hands jerked apart, ripping open the buttons that held his shirt together to

expose the hard, broad contours of his chest. The soft ping of buttons against the bare floor was little more than a knowledge of where the buttons were falling. Not that Mikayla really cared.

"Then give me what I can have," she cried painfully. "Stop taking all of you away from me, Nik."

All of him. She thought he was taking something from her. She had no idea how

much he had already given her. How much he gave her each time he touched her, kissed her, possessed her.

Lowering his head, he ground his lips against hers, taking the parted curves and

tasting her with his tongue. Stroking it against hers, he groaned into the kiss as he fought to pull back just a little bit, just enough to catch his breath, to hold on to his senses.

There was no holding on to his senses around Mikayla, though. Hell, he could

barely remember his name as her hands locked in his hair. As she held him to her, her lips nipped at his first as she fought to take control of the kiss. It was a move that sent pure 189

electric pleasure screaming across his nerve endings.

She was becoming a challenge he couldn't walk away from. Just when he thought

he had a handle on her, just when he thought he could control her, she turned the tables on him.

She kept him on his toes, and that was the most dangerous thing she could do. It

was the most effective way to steal her way into his heart.

It was that defiance in the face of all odds. Odds that said she was going to get her way. The challenge, the feminine determination to be a part of him, to hold him to her.

To lock his soul to her own. And despite every defense he'd ever built against having a woman in his life, she was doing it.

Holding her kiss, he lifted her until her ass met the table. His fingers moved to the band of her silken slacks, released them hurriedly, then undid the zipper before stripping them and her panties from her.

The light shirt was easy to remove from her. She'd torn his shirt; he ripped hers

from her back and gloried in the strangled cry of excitement that fell from her lips.

This hunger raged higher, hotter, than ever before. He couldn't hold himself back; he couldn't grasp the self-control he had managed to lose his grip on because of her.

She was a live fire in his arms, tempting him, drawing him into a web of such

hunger and need that it ripped past his defenses, tearing through a part of his soul he'd believed was forever gone.

That part of him was raging how. It was burning out of control. It was tearing

aside the veil of self-protection that was far thinner than he'd ever believed.

Naked now, her neck arching back as his lips traveled down along her jaw, her

neck, to the pert, hard nipples reaching for his lips.

Or were his lips reaching for her nipples?

They were candied pink and so fucking sweet he wanted to drown in the taste of

them. He wanted to intoxicate himself with her. He wanted to taste her until his senses were so sated with her that she would never torment him again. So sated that once he had to walk away, he would have her with him forever.

Drawing one of the tight pink tips into his mouth, he sucked it inside, flicking his tongue over it, laving it, loving it with every taste of her. He moaned with a hunger that went clear to his soul.

God help him, he would never be free of her. He would never be free because the

more he tasted her, the more he needed her. The higher the hunger rose.

Trailing his lips from her nipples, along her stomach, Nik pressed her back along

the table, spreading her thighs, lifting her legs, until the sweet, silken curl-shrouded folds of her pussy lifted to his lips.

Soft, delicate dark pink flesh was revealed as those folds parted. The tiny pearl of her clit revealed itself, the snug opening to the fist-tight portal of her pussy.

His dick was so damned hard it felt ready to burst. The need to thrust inside her

was overpowered by only one thing.

The need to taste.

As he lowered his lips, his tongue swiped through the delicate slit, flickered

around her clit, and relished the taste of feminine heat that exploded against it. Sweet, silken. Nik groaned at the exquisite taste of her.

Lifting his lashes, he watched as her eyes opened, held her sensually drowsy gaze

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as he let her watch him lick around her clit.

Fairy eyes. Amethyst and violet shifted in her eyes as she watched, her lips

parting as her breasts rose and fell erratically.

Ah, God.
Her hands were cupping her breasts, her fingers going for her nipples.

Nik curled his tongue around the delicate tissue of her clit before licking over it.

Watching her, wondering how brave she would become, he kissed the little knot

delicately before moving lower.

He wanted to taste the sweet dew easing from her pussy. Slick and hot, like the

richest syrup.

His tongue flicked over the entrance.

Her fingers moved from her nipples, her hands smoothing down her stomach.

Fuck.
She was going to destroy him. He could see it in her eyes. Naked challenge glittered in her eyes as her fingers eased lower, her hips lifting, her pussy growing wetter, hotter, beneath his tongue as her fingers reached her clit.

Delicate, graceful. A single fingertip rubbed against the side of the small knot as her expression began to go slack with sensual delight.

Slim hips rose and fell to his tongue as he pushed it inside the snug depths of her pussy. Silken muscles clenched on his tongue, fluttering like a butterfly's wings against his tongue.

His hands tore at the fastening of his jeans as her delicate feet pressed against his shoulders. Her hips arched fiercely, forcing his tongue deeper as he fucked into it with a muttered growl.

She made him feel like an animal. So hungry, so desperate, that nothing mattered

but taking her, possessing her, marking her.

Fucking her until every part of himself lived within her. It was the only way to

sate the craving crawling through him now.

As her fingers stroked her reddening clit, Nik pulled his tongue from the addictive recess of her feminine heat and lifted his head until he could catch those fingers in his mouth.

Sucking the sweetness from them, he nibbled at the tender tips, licked them, then

lifted her fingers from her flesh.

Rising, Nik gripped her ankles, wrapping them around his hips as he came over

her.

Excitement raged through Mikayla. It was burning through her. The storm of

sensation tearing through her had her heart racing, her pulse beating in her veins as Nik rose over her. His cock pressed against the folds of her pussy, parting her as he

straightened, gripped her hips, and began to sink inside her.

She watched, her breath catching, tiny mewls of pleasure falling from her lips as

she watched the head of his cock stretch her until the pleasure/pain of the entrance began to rage through her.

"Yeah, watch me fuck you, baby. See how that pretty pussy stretches for me."

The words. So explicit. So sensual. A wave of sensation tore through her at the

sound of them, stoking the pleasure higher.

Her curl-shrouded folds parted for his cock, hugged the heavy shaft. She wanted

him inside her. Fully. She wanted all of him. Oh, God, she wanted him inside her and he was going so damned slow.

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Dizziness washed over her as the intensity of the sensations began to rock her. As she lifted her hands, her nails scraped down his abdomen, her knees bending back to take more of him, her eyes locking with his as he tightened before her.

She could barely breathe, the pleasure was so great now.

"What are you waiting for?" she cried out.

"You," he growled. "How fucking hot you make me, Mikayla. So fucking tight and sweet."

She was doing this to him. The pleasure gleamed in his eyes, hot and bright.

"Are you going to talk all night or fuck me now?" she moaned.

His gaze flared, his body tightening further. Drawing back, he pushed in hard,

fast. Mikayla felt the scream that tore from her lips as pleasure began to slam inside her with the same force of the thrusts of his cock working inside her.

She watched him lose control. The cords of his neck tightened, standing out in

stark relief as sweat began to bead on his forehead and shoulders. His hips began to move faster, stronger, his cock stretching her with a fiery burn as he impaled her to the hilt.

She felt his balls pressed against her for only a second. She felt his cock throbbing at her innermost walls for the smallest amount of time.

Pain and pleasure beat inside her, the burn both exhilarating and unbearable.

Striking hard inside her, the flaming sensations began to explode and rupture through her pussy, her clit, her very womb. The orgasm was a detonation that sent a tidal wave of pure white-hot sensation tearing through her.

It destroyed her. It remade her. It flowed through her, wrapped around her, and as she felt Nik bucking hard and heavy inside her, his semen spurting, it swamped her senses and seared each delicate nerve ending in her body.

It was like dying and being reborn.

Collapsing back against her table, Mikayla fought to catch her breath, to find a

semblance of sanity where she was certain no sanity could be found.

As the last of the tremors began to slowly recede inside her, Mikayla lifted her

lashes, staring up as Nik slowly levered himself from her.

"Nik." She stopped him, her hand lifting weakly to her face. "If you do this without me, then whatever we have between us will be damaged."

"And no doubt, it would be best for both of us if it were simply destroyed."

She stared back at him, something crashing inside her chest, restricting her heart as she felt him ease from her, the still-hard length of his cock deserting her, just as the warmth of his body did.

She couldn't speak.

She couldn't hold on to the pain that bloomed inside her with the force of a blow.