Assassin's Promise, The Red Team Series, Book 5 by Elaine Levine Read Free Book Online

what she feared would be intense and fast and too soon over. Why couldn’t a night last a thousand years?  
    She felt safe with Greer, safe as she’d never been since she was twelve. No. Safe as she’d never been—period. And that scared the living bejesus out of her.
    Sex. This was only sex. Not forever. Not anything more.
    Her eyes watered. God, she wanted so much more. More than she would ever allow herself.
    Greer blinked as if speared by her thoughts. A muscle knotted the square corners of his jaw. He reached a hand up to her face. His nostrils flared. His eyes darkened. His gaze dropped to her mouth as his lips took hers. His mouth opened. She pushed up, against him, into the kiss. Her arms went around his bare chest, wide, strong. Her fingers spread over his shoulder blades. His body was layered with muscle upon muscle. Incredibly male.  
    Her breasts were pressed between their bodies. Something about him made something in her feel feminine. Whole. That she excited him as much as he excited her was powerful. She tilted her head so that they could deepen their kiss. She liked the way his tongue moved in her mouth, stroking hers, tempting hers into his mouth. He gave and he took and he gave. She never wanted it to end.
    His other hand came up to grip the side of her face. He broke the kiss and started it again, kissing her upper lip. The corner of her mouth. Remi’s breath was coming in fast puffs.   He leaned his forehead against hers.
    “I should go, really. But, Christ, if I do, I think I’ll fucking die. Remi, please, let me see your body.” He looked down into her eyes, checking her response. Words had left her. She wanted him around her, in her. He reached for her jean’s zipper. His big fingers dropped that short fastener. She noticed the vein on his thumb and ran her thumb over it.  
    He pushed her jeans down her hips, knelt in front of her to kiss her ribs, her bellybutton, one of her hips as he lowered them down to her ankles. She stepped out of them. He pushed them away, then brought his hands around her thighs. When he palmed the back of her thighs, a shiver whispered over her skin. His face pressed against the soft skin of her belly. She looked down at him, bowed before her. Her hands dug into his hair as she watched the play of muscles over his shoulders and arms as his hands stroked her ass.  
    She didn’t even care that her pink panties didn’t match her white bra. It certainly didn’t seem to bother him. His fingers slipped under the edge of her lacy boyshorts. She sucked in a breath as his fingers went from outer thigh to inner thigh. He looked up at her, watching her reaction as his fingers slipped the whole way to the back.  
    She was getting wet. If he touched her, he would know how much she wanted him. He smiled up at her. She wanted the ride he was offering, curious to see where it took them. It wasn’t like her to be so passive, but she liked how he was making her feel. She bit her lip as she looked down at him.
    He touched her thighs. “You have goosebumps.”
    She didn’t answer. She couldn’t.  
    He straightened and unfastened his belt as he walked over to the sofa. He disarmed his gun, set it on the coffee table, then sat down to remove his boots and socks. Standing, he shucked his cargo pants. He was commando. Her gaze dropped to his stiff erection which stood rigid and at a slight angle from a nest of dark hair. If she had any doubt he was ready for her, it was gone before she thought it.  
    He closed the distance between them and handed her the condom. “Cover me.”
    Her fingers tingled as she opened the packet and rolled it over him. It was a tight fit. She looked up at him. He smiled. Her heart jumped. He took her hand and led her over to the stairs. He sat on the second step and brought her up to the first step. Looking up at her, he tugged her panties down her thighs. When they were at her ankles, she stepped free of them. His gaze moved over her body as he had