Ella kept her eyes on his hand now stroking his cock as she circled the pad of her thumb over her clit. “I don’t want you touching me. I—I can’t handle that. I’m still mad at you, but I need to come.”
“What do you need from me?” He did his best to keep his voice even as she met his gaze, though he was anything but.
“Just watch me. Stay right there and watch me.”
He let go of a heavy breath, his balls tightening to the point of pain at her request.
“You sure?” he asked, uncertain if he’d be able to just stand there and watch her come without finding relief, but if it was what she needed . . .
Ella nodded and slid those two fingers deeper inside her tight channel. “This doesn’t change—”
“I know,” he finished for her, doing his best not to scoop her into his arms and ravish her.
Her hand went still for a moment as she tipped her chin like a directive. “Actually, what I want is to watch you getting off from watching me touch myself.”
She’s trying to kill me.
But who was he to deny her request?
He kept the front of his legs pressed against the foot of the bed as he lowered the waistband of his boxers beneath his balls, wanting to be as close as possible without losing the beautiful view, and a little gasp fell from her lips as he worked his hand over his cock.
“Tell me about this angry sex.” He refused to use the word hate when it came to making love to this woman. She’d admitted she didn’t hate him so much as not trust him at the wedding, but deep in his gut, he knew it was most likely both.
“Well, um.”
He continued to fist his cock, waiting for her to reveal her dirty thoughts, ones he knew would live in his head forever, just like this moment between them.
“We’d be arguing like we always do, and then the next thing I know, you’d be tearing my clothes from my body. You’d press me against the glass door in your bedroom and pin my arms overhead and take me hard. So fucking hard,” she said around a whimper as if on the verge of coming.
“I need my mouth on you, Ella,” he rasped, his tone downright dark. “I want you coming on my tongue instead of your hand.” He stared deep into her eyes, praying to God she changed her mind and gave in to his request. “Say yes. Give me the fucking word. Please.”
A small nod followed her deep exhalation, and that was all he needed to release his hard length and go to her.
He leaned over the bed and grabbed hold of her thighs, swiftly pulling her to the edge of the bed, and a squeak of surprise escaped her.
Falling to his knees, he peeled her panties all the way off, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and brought his mouth over her sex, breathing in her delicious scent.
Jesse’s stomach muscles banded tight in anticipation as he tried to slow himself down, wanting to live in this moment for as long as possible. He slowly trailed his lips over the smooth skin between her legs, rolling his tongue over her sensitive clit.
“Ohhh,” she cried out, and that single word snapped the last threads of his control. He plunged two fingers inside her pussy, and her back arched off the bed in pleasure. The sound of his name falling from her lips again and again had his dick leaking even more, and he let out a groan.
At the feel of her hands in his hair, clawing at his head with her short nails as he licked and sucked, he added more pressure to her clit, sensing she not only could handle it, but she wanted it.
“Oh my God,” she said, beginning to ramble. “I—I can’t . . . this is . . . oh my God.”
He wanted to slide his other hand up to palm her breast, but he was too consumed worshipping her sex to do much else.
“Don’t stop. Don’t stop,” she pleaded far too soon because he didn’t want to be done with her yet.
But at her request, he added a third finger, thrusting in and out in time with the movement of his tongue. Her breathing became ragged, and he flicked his gaze up for a moment to see the rise and fall of her breasts. She was close, he could tell, and when she began clenching around him, he couldn’t help but rumble out, “Come for me, Ella.”
Her hand flew to her mouth to stifle a moan, and her entire body convulsed as she came. She was so fucking beautiful as she rode out her orgasm that he couldn’t get himself to back away. So sexy. So everything.
So . . . mine.
“Jesse, I—I can’t take anymore. Please. It’s so good it hurts.” Ella gently shoved at his shoulders, and he finally relented, lifting his head in surrender.
His gaze fell to the pink flesh between her thighs, also slightly red from his facial hair that’d scraped her skin. He wanted to set the crown of his cock inside her and stare at their two bodies connected.
“You should also . . . you know.”
Now you’re shy?
Her cheeks flushed as she pulled her legs from his shoulders to sit upright. Once on his feet, she waved a hand in the air as if there was any question as to what she meant.
“And you should leave,” he growled out. “Because I want you, Ella Mae. More than you can possibly know.” He was certain she understood his confession went beyond sex. “And I won’t have our next time be on this plane with everyone out there.”
“Our next time?” There was a slight challenge to her tone as if the intense desire of the past few minutes was waning, and she started remembering her anger. Back to anger, bye-bye, lust.
He was about to tuck his length back into his pants to go take care of himself in the bathroom, but she caught him off guard by shaking her head.
“Touch yourself,” she murmured, her eyes lifting to his face. “I want to watch.” A small swallow followed. “I need to see you come undone for me.”
Well, damn.
“But you’re right. If we . . . again . . . it shouldn’t be here.”
Jesse slowly nodded, standing at the end of the bed, surprised by the fact Ella shifted the skirt of her dress to provide him that incredible view while he began to glide his hand up and down.
Oh, she’d see him come undone, but he bit back the burning desire to come on her tits and mark her as his.
Next time, maybe.
If.
This wasn’t fiction. He wasn’t some character in Savanna’s romance novels—this was real life.
But that didn’t mean Savanna wasn’t right, and if he could get his head on straight, maybe he’d find a way to win back Ella’s trust or die trying.
Chapter Fifteen
Paris, France
Jesse steadied his focus out the small window on the plane, the “city of love” in the distance as they neared Charles de Gaulle Airport at zero seven hundred hours local time.
The last twenty-four hours or so hadn’t exactly been a blur, but he’d swear he’d blinked, and now they were about to land in France, the operation in Albania a quick and distant memory.
If only every op in Jesse’s lifetime had gone as butter-smooth as the one in Tirana. His sister’s genius plan had been executed flawlessly by Sydney. She’d snuck in and out without detection, and it was another reminder to Jesse that both his sister and Sydney were badasses.
Hopefully, now that they had the listening devices and cameras planted, the team would gather new intelligence to learn more about what in the hell was really going on, and with any luck, get a lead on Zoran’s whereabouts.