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

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.
    Deciding he hadn’t heard anything, he rolled over and snaked his arms tighter around her thin frame. She worked too hard. He wanted to talk to Evan and Jordan about the girls hiring more help so they didn’t have to work so much. There were a couple of people who worked with them, but they needed more. Misty needed time off to rest some.
    Thoughts of relaxation with Misty took over. Laid-back evenings with a movie and popcorn on the sofa, lazy mornings in bed. Of course, they needed their own place. They couldn’t live with Crash.
    “Motherfucker,” Crash’s voice sounded from the doorway. Ah… So Chris had heard something. And Crash looked pissed.
    “Andrew?” Misty’s sleepy voice rose from under the covers next to him.
    Crash advanced on Chris, tense and ready to fight. Chris held his hands up in a gesture of defeat, unwilling to fight his buddy.
    “Hey, man. It’s not—” Chris started to explain, but Misty’s brother was having none of it.
    Crash grabbed his hand and yanked him bodily from the