Special Forces: Operation Alpha: Redemption for Misty (Kindle Worlds Novella) (Pierce Securities Book 5) (8 page)

“Misty won’t be eligible, either. I’m sorry.” Chris’s grip on her elbow tightened as he steered her away from the man whose mouth suddenly gaped open. “What a stupid question to ask you. Does he not know anything about you? And you’re here with
me.
What a fucking baboon.” Chris was seething. His teeth ground together, and as Misty smiled up at him, she saw the tick in his temple.

“You’re cute when you’re angry.” The thin line of his lips curved up slightly but not much.

“So are you. How many cards do you have left?”

“I gave my last one to that couple who thought the Delta Forces had mics hidden under the tables.”

“Right. Then let’s get the hell out of here.” His voice was impatient, yet held an edge of anticipation, quaking her to the core.

Her nerves jumped into overdrive. Misty had managed to quell them while she’d been so distracted with the people here, but the vague butterflies morphed into bats in her tummy. She now felt like she was housing the Congress Avenue Bridge in her belly, where all the tourists came at sunset to watch the bats take flight for the evening. Yup. All two million bats were now residing in her stomach.

She felt like she might throw up.

“We need to go eat,” Chris mumbled as he led the way to his car. “I’m starved.”

Misty assented, even though she didn’t think she could eat a bite. Not sure exactly why she was so nervous, she followed his lead. She didn’t mind waiting a little while longer.

***

Chris took her to a pizza by the slice place. It wasn’t anything fancy, but it was on the way home, and it was fast. And the pizza wasn’t bad, either. But Misty only picked at the toppings on her slice and didn’t eat much.

“Not hungry?” He finished off his crust before starting his second slice. They were huge; he didn’t think he could eat more than two.

She shrugged. “Not really.” Her voice was funny, and he noticed yet another side of her he hadn’t seen before. The many sides of Misty Walker fascinated him.

“Look at me, Misty,” he put a bossy note in his voice, and her eyes rose.

“Tonight will be special, but we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” She smiled at him, but it wasn’t her normal full-on smile. Her bottom lip was turning white, trapped between worrying teeth. She was scared and he didn’t know why. Trying to allay her fears, he took another bite of his pizza and chewed, trying to decide which tactic to use.

“I used to look at your picture. A lot. When Crash wasn’t looking, I’d stare at it. He kept it near his bed. I’ve always thought you were gorgeous.” He took another bite, but the texture of the pizza was more like greasy sawdust between his teeth, so he pushed the rest of it back as he chewed. “Staying with you this month has been amazing, and I can’t lie, I want you. Bad. But I don’t want anything you don’t want. So the ball is firmly in your court, Misty. I swear this isn’t just a casual fuck for me. Far from it.”

Not at all. In fact, as far as Chris was concerned, Misty was the last woman he wanted in his bed for a while. Maybe even forever. Yeah… Forever had a nice ring to it.

As he watched her, Misty pulled an olive off her pizza and chewed it thoughtfully. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

She nodded and gave him a stronger smile than the one she had before. “Okay.”

He sort of wanted something a little more affirmative, but honestly, he would take what he could get. “Then shall we?” He rose and offered her his elbow. She nodded and took it as Chris’s heart soared.

***

The ride home was made in awkward silence. Misty’s tension was palpable, and it was compounded by the fact she’d never been this way about sex before. Yes, she was nervous with Chris. Based on what she knew about him, he’d been with a lot of women, and as much as she didn’t want to think about that, she couldn’t help it. His friends called him Casanova, for crying out loud. Misty didn’t want to be one in a long line of lays. She wanted to be special.

But his words before had told her she was special. And that put an entirely different spin on things, didn’t it? With all the women in his past, what if she couldn’t live up to whatever expectations he had?

She sighed without realizing it, and Chris chuckled in the seat next to her before reaching out for her hand and entwining her fingers with his, wordlessly. The gesture soothed her, calming her nerves a bit.

But she was still nervous. When they got to her house, Chris said, “Hang tight. Let me get the door for you.” He rushed around to her side of the car to open her door, a first for them. The way he moved with quick, furtive movements told Misty he wasn’t accustomed to acting like a gentleman and was making an effort. It was sweet.

She took the hand he held out to her, but when she rose and looked at his face, the intensity in his clear blue eyes took her breath away. His look told her he was all in, and she was suddenly nervous again.

Would she measure up?

Chris stopped her train of thought by gently pushing her against the car and taking her face in his hands. His earnest eyes bore into hers. “Stop thinking so much, Misty.
Feel this.
Feel what we can do together. It’s going to be incredible.” Then his lips touched hers.

His soft warmth invaded her senses, and her knees buckled. Chris held her up, though, pushing his body against hers, the heated metal of his car pressing against her back while his muscled hardness pressed against her front. His knee lodged between her thighs and she helplessly ground into it. She was mindless, needy, and loving every minute.

All the while, his tongue made love to her mouth in ways she’d never experienced. With soft nips of his teeth and gentle suckling motions, his lips and tongue meshed with Misty’s, conspiring to rip her to pieces in the most amazing way possible.

Chris kissed her into a pile of putty in her driveway before breaking the kiss and leaning his forehead against hers, breathing like he’d just finished a marathon. “Let’s take this inside, shall we?”

Misty refused to let her lack of self-confidence rule her thoughts; instead, allowing her hormones to reign supreme. She had no idea if it would really lead to a future between the two of them, but she was going to take tonight.

Chris led her by the hand inside her house, making sure to lock the door behind them, then continued on to her bedroom—no hesitation whatsoever. She took his lead, blind with lust.

Misty was burning, aching with need. She couldn’t stand still, her body humming with anticipation as Chris shut the door, advancing on her, eyes blazing. Chris was a predator, and Misty quaked—firmly in his sights.

His hands reached for her skirt, bunching the chiffon in his massive hands, lifting it slowly. Her knees gave out at the intensity of his stare, and she dropped to the bed. As he pulled the dress over her head and arms, the sudden chill of the room’s A/C hit her heated skin, goose bumps popping on the surface. Chris’s eyes followed the path of the goose bumps, searing them into submission with the heat of his gaze.

His finger trailed lightly around the outline of the tattoo on her ribcage, and she trembled under his touch. Chris’s hands shook, and Misty marveled at the power she held over him. Gently, he guided her to lie on the bed, where he continued watching her hungrily.

Chris clenched his fists at his sides, inhaling deeply and blowing out a long breath through his mouth before he shrugged out of his jacket and began fumbling with his tie. Misty made a move to help, but he stopped her with his firm voice. “No. Just stay there. You’re too damn beautiful. I need to look at you.”

As he unbuttoned his shirt, way too slowly, Misty saw the restraint in his shaking hands. He was trying to build anticipation, draw this out.

Misty trembled, suddenly realizing she was in way over her head. He had way more experience than she did. But she didn’t give a flying fuck.

Leaning back on her elbows, she watched him undress, revealing ridges and bumps no mortal male had a right to possess. When he was stripped to his underwear, she couldn’t stop her tongue from snaking out and wetting her top lip. Chris made a guttural noise in the back of his throat, lowering himself to the bed next to her.

His hand reached for her, and she turned toward him, tangling her fingers in his hair and yanking his head to hers for a kiss.

He complied for a little while, his tongue laving hers while his surprisingly smooth hands roamed her body, eliciting tingles of pleasure everywhere they reached. Chris lowered his head to her neck, dropping kisses along the skin leading to her breasts—suckling, nipping, and grazing with his teeth. Misty arched under him, needing his mouth everywhere, needing his hands all over her.

Again, he complied. His mouth embraced her breast, gentle suckling motions drawing more pleasure from them as his hands gripped her waist, her hips, her thighs. She succumbed to all the sensations, willing them to continue. This was a seduction of the best sort. He was exploring her body with his hands and tongue, worshiping her, cherishing her. And she was flying high on a cloud of sensation she never wanted to leave.

When his mouth reached the apex of her thighs, he stilled. A low groan sent cool air across her heated flesh, and she moaned as she arched her hips closer. Gripping her thighs, Chris plunged his tongue inside her folds, raking it across her sensitive skin, nipping her clit with his teeth.

“Oh… Fuck, Chris…” She felt his grin as his tongue went to work, and she sank her fingers into his hair, desperate for something to anchor her to reality. But the sensations were an exquisite madness, and she had to have more.

He lapped at her, flicking his tongue across her bud, hands stroking her thighs. When one of his hands reached up to her breast, squeezing a nipple between his fingers, she thought she would lose her mind.

Her toes were cramped, pressed into the mattress as she arched up into him. Her thighs shook with the tension as she groaned an inhuman noise that reverberated through the dark room. The air was thick with the sounds of their pleasure mingled with the smell of her desire. It was more than desire, though; it was a full-on craving. His mouth on her sex was like a declaration, something she never wanted to stop.

She was heated from the inside out, her skin humming with electricity as his tongue worked its magic. When Chris concentrated all his efforts on her pleasure, circling his tongue over her clit with maddening precision, the heat and electricity meshed together, and Misty exploded with a scream, fingers still tangled in his hair.

Chris grinned at her, his eyes crinkling over his perch between her legs. His hair stuck up wildly where she’d yanked on it, but his smile took what remained of her breath away. It was slightly cocky, as if he could have any idea of what he’d just done to her.

Then the predatory glaze came back, and he prowled up her body, his dangerously talented mouth meshing with hers in a languid kiss that promised so much… more.

She tasted herself on him, and mixed with the heady taste of Chris, it made her lightheaded. Misty wrapped her arms and legs around him, demanding to feel his skin everywhere.

Enveloping her in his embrace, Chris muttered into her neck, “I need you, Misty. This is it. No going back now.” His breath was ragged, and she got the impression he was talking to himself, allowing her to hear. “You’re mine.” At the last word, he plunged his thickness into her with a moan, and suddenly, Misty was stretched full.

“Oh, God…” That was all. Frozen together, as she adjusted to his size, words disappeared. No description could adequately describe what Misty felt right now. They were two halves of a whole, one entity, one life. He kissed her neck, sucking gently—sure to leave a mark—as he eased out of her before thrusting back in with another groan.

“So perfect.”

They found a rhythm together, slow, dreamy, and unhurried. They had all night, and Chris’s restraint was remarkable. His arms were under her shoulders, holding onto her, their bodies pressed fully together. Misty tilted her hips and rocked with him. It was a sweet torture. Where before, his tongue had set her body on fire, now it was a slow burn—one about to consume her and leave nothing behind.

Chris brought his head up, looking into Misty’s eyes, and the connection was palpable. His eyes were the darkest blue she’d ever seen, dark with reverence, yearning, and possession. A thrill went through Misty, and as she felt him move over her, she felt
him
. All of him. He was it.

Yes. After tonight, Misty would be ruined. Utterly, wretchedly, blissfully ruined.

Resting his forehead on hers, Chris looked deep into her soul as he made love to her body. Misty couldn’t stop the climax from coming even if she’d wanted to. As her body responded to his—sweaty skin gliding against skin—she felt the heat rise. The electricity firing just under her skin turned from a tingling hum to a high-voltage thrum. Tossing her head back into the pillow, her quaking body detonated in a rush of pleasure. Chris’s mouth dropped to her neck and he cried out her name, following her over into oblivion.

Chapter twelve

It was still dark when something woke Chris. He listened, allowing the nighttime sounds to drift into his awareness. All was quiet, so it must have been his imagination. But the naked warmth cuddled up next to him was very real.

Misty’s skin was so smooth, unvarnished. She was the realest thing that had ever happened to him. Last night and this morning had been amazing, hands down the most intense experience of his life. Memories of her face while they’d made love would stay with him for the rest of his life, and he hoped to make more of those memories. Lots more.