Into the Mist by Maya Banks Page A

bathroom and get one. In case you didn’t notice, these highfalutin hotels come stocked with all the necessities.”
    She eased off of him and sat on the edge of the bed as he got up. He strode naked to the bathroom, giving her a prime view of his ass. His very nice ass.
    Tyana groaned and closed her eyes. Since when did she go around eyeballing a man’s ass? And why this man? Why was there such a powerful attraction? He irritated her, even as she wanted to bite him, lick him and explore all those nice sexual feelings he inspired.
    She was determined not to analyze this. Just go with it. Enjoy it. The closer she got to him, the more she could learn about his stability and if there was a way to help D.
    Satisfied with her reasoning, she reclined on the bed to await Eli’s return. Not that she needed a reason to have sex. She could enjoy it just like the other billion people on the planet.
    â€œShut up,” she muttered.
    She looked up when she heard Eli. For a moment, she second-guessed her decision to indulge in sex with this man. Was it the end of the world? No. But she’d feel better if she just beat him to a pulp and pried what information she needed from him.
    â€œNow where were we?” Eli said as he lowered his body onto the bed next to her.
    She shoved him onto his back and resumed her position astride his hips. “I believe we were here.”
    He held his hand out, the condom package between his fingers. “By all means.”
    She tossed the condom onto the bed beside them, in no hurry this time. If she was going to indulge, then she was going to opt for more than a quick tumble. She wanted to touch, explore, experience what she’d been missing out on.
    She scooted down his legs but kept her knees on either side. She placed her palms on his thighs and slowly moved them up his body, enjoying the roughness of his skin and the slight scratch of hair.
    When her hands reached his firm stomach, she leaned down and gently blew over the head of his cock. He sucked in his breath—in anticipation? Her tongue darted out, and she tasted him. No condom interfered this time.
    She ran her tongue around the blunt head and then down the length of his shaft. His hands balled into fists at his sides as he moaned.
    Addicted to the feel of him against her lips and loving the sounds of appreciation he made, she became bolder and took him into her mouth.
    She sucked deep and smiled as he arched into her. He filled her, and she wanted more. Her tongue stroked up and down as she continued to tease and taunt him.
    His hands, no longer content at his sides, tangled in her hair, pulling her down to meet his impatient thrusts. She gripped his hip with one hand and curled her other hand around his cock. She squeezed and worked her fingers up and down, following the motion of her mouth.
    â€œJesus Christ, you have to stop.”
    The statement sounded ragged. Like it had been ripped from him under duress. She stopped her upward motion and held the tip in her mouth as she looked at him. He stared down at her, his fingers gripping her hair. His eyes glittered with need and had an almost pained quality to them.
    â€œAm I doing it wrong?” she asked huskily as she let him fall from her lips.
    â€œGod no. If you do it any better, I won’t be able to stay conscious.”
    She smiled. “Well then, why did you want me to stop?”
    He rose up and grabbed her by the shoulders, rolling until she fell under him. “Because, you little wench, it was about to be all over before it began.”
    She hooked her leg over his and shoved, rotating them back over until she was on top. “That would be a great shame, since I plan to enjoy you for quite a while.”
    He arched a brow and reached out to her breast. “I do believe I like the sound of that,” he murmured as he rolled a thumb over her nipple.
    She shuddered and arched into his caress.
    â€œLike that?”
    â€œMmm