Imprisoned Match [Ménage.com 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Peyton Elizabeth Page B

was sucking her in emotionally, as well as Mitch, and it was turning her life upside down. Needing his touch to erase the outside world for just a little while longer, Anna opened her mouth and gave him access.
    Without losing their connection, Elliott started to walk her backward, to where the tiny bathroom was located. It wasn’t much, with just a toilet and a stand-up shower. In fact, Anna wasn’t so sure they would fit in the small enclosure. Elliott pushed her against the wall while he fiddled with the handle. She heard the spray of water against the plastic shell.
    “I’m not good for you.” The words came out before she had a chance to stop them. She opened her eyes. Looking up, she saw him studying her and weighing her comment. “I’m not, Elliott. I’ve done some bad things.”
    “Tell me.”
    Anna shook her head, not wanting his desire of her to fade. Once he heard some of the things she’d had to do in order to bring justice for her family, Elliott would never again want to touch her. She’d shot people, she’d witnessed innocent people get hurt without being able to stop it, she’d stolen, she’d lied, and she’d cheated bad people out of money and weapons. It didn’t matter that she’d turned those things in to the ATF without them being aware of who was supplying them with evidence. She’d still gotten her hands dirty.
    “We will find out, Anna. It’s just a matter of time. But right now, I want another hour with you before we face reality.”
    Elliott pushed her into the stall and up against the wall, yanking the curtain closed behind them. The hot water ran down them, its beads racing to see which one could hit the drain first. As steam rose up between them, Elliott closed the distance and used his tongue to chase one of the droplets running down her neck. He went lower and she arched her back, presenting him with her breasts. They ached with need for him to touch and squeeze. Instead of giving her what she wanted, Elliott pulled back and reached for the soap.
    “I want to get to know your body,” Elliott said, lathering the white bar between his hands until bubbles surrounded his skin. “Where you like to be touched, what awakens your senses, what makes you want more. I want to find things that no other man has. Will you let me?”
    The endearing question took her by surprise, and all she could do was nod her head. “Yes,” Anna whispered.
    He placed the bar of soap back on the tiny shelf in the corner. Elliott then slowly lifted his hands, starting at her neck. The pads of his fingers were slick with bubbles and soap. As he washed and caressed her skin, Elliott kept his eyes on her face. It was disconcerting but also very tantalizing. When he reached her collarbone, Anna gasped in surprise at the sensitivity. Elliott’s lips curled up in a half smile.
    “One.”
    He was counting the places that aroused her? Should she tell him that excited her as well? Both of his hands traveled over her shoulders and down the backs of her arms. She jolted just a bit, the skin there feeling as if it were on fire.
    “Two.”
    Oh boy. She wasn’t sure she’d survive this exploration of his. Elliott ran his palms around each elbow, roaming further until he reached the insides of her wrists. Her lips parted.
    “Three.”
    Anna had been concentrating on his hands, but his word count brought her gaze up to his face. He was still watching her. The heat her body was producing had nothing to do with the hot water raining down on them. The movement of his thumbs switched her attention back to his search. Watching as he lathered each finger, she was astounded that each digit felt different when he traced it.
    “Thirteen.”
    Releasing her hands, Elliott reached for the bar of soap and lathered some more suds. He was really intent on his search. His eyes roamed over the rest of her body, as if he were guessing which stroke would garner another response. She’d never been with a man who took his time