Free Special Forces: Operation Alpha: Redemption for Misty (Kindle Worlds Novella) (Pierce Securities Book 5) by Anne Conley Page A

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