She supposed that was only fair, but he was torturing her, and she had the feeling he was way better at it than she was. She forced her body to be still. The moment his hand came back, she closed her eyes and drifted on that tide, allowing the sensuality of his touch to take her higher.

“Oh, God, honey,” she gasped. “I need more.”

He didn’t reply right away, at least not verbally. He sank a finger into her tight heat, and the air rushed from her lungs. He pushed deep and it took everything she had not to push back.

“Just so you know, baby, a man like me never forgets protection. Never forgets to wear a glove. You’re the only woman in my life who managed to make me forget everything but losing myself in your body.”

He pushed a second finger into her, stretching her tight muscles. At the same time he leaned into her and bit down gently on her left cheek. The shock of pain mingled with pleasure bursting through her so that her head swam, brain short-circuiting instantly.

“Not only did I not wear a condom, I forgot all about the fucking hit man I knew had to be making his approach. I was so far gone in you, Siena, both of us could have been killed. You know damn well all that shit I said to you was just plain bull, because it was.”

The fingers withdrew and then pushed deep again. She heard her breath come in a ragged sob. His mouth moved over her buttocks, tasting the silk of her skin, moving down the curve so his tongue could trace along the crease between her thigh and then back to that firm swell of her butt.

She could barely think when his teeth bit down a second time while his fingers continued to plunge in and out of her. She gasped. Pushed back. Ground down desperately on his fingers, a sob of need escaping.

Just like that his fingers were gone. “Don’t move, baby,” he hissed. “You stay still and let me play. I’m going to leave my brand on you.”

Heat scored through her. The blood rushed hot through her veins. She loved his voice, loved the way his hand smoothed over her skin, and his mouth went to the inside of her thigh and the stubble of the shadow along his jaw rasped over the inside of her legs. Then he was sucking. High. Close to her sex. She knew she’d have a strawberry there. It felt sexy and hot. Very hot. She could barely breathe, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

“Elijah.” His name came out a plea.

“Have we erased the major fuckup of the century, or do we need to do some more work to make you put that shit to bed permanently?”