SIX
The moment he stepped back into the city, he saw Elizabeth standing on the balcony alcove. She smiled at him, looking radiant as ever…maybe even glowing a little. "Nice to see you, Colonel." She nodded to Cadman and Maddog. "Thank you, ladies."
"Ma'am." The soldiers nodded in return.
"We need to talk," he told Elizabeth firmly. He dropped his vest and relinquished his weapons.
Elizabeth's brows creased as she studied him. "Come to my office."
John rushed up the stairs and followed her inside. He willed the windows to darken and the door to lock as he entered. The city instantly obeyed his command. Elizabeth faced him, her eyes darting around at the sudden privacy.
The lights went out as he ordered so they wouldn't toss shadows. They could still see each other because the city lights passed through the privacy glass, though anyone on the outside would only see their own reflection.
"What's wrong?" She gripped his forearm. "Did they hurt you? I was assured--"
"Hurt me! Hurt me?" He grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her. "How could you do that…let that happen?"
"John…I…"
Then he kissed her, hard, bruising, pulling her against him and wrapping his arms around her. One hand grasped the back of her head as he pressed the other against the small of her back. He spun them around and pushed her against the glass wall…the one he smashed before. Elizabeth broke from his lips, gasping. "John!"
He attacked her neck, finding a soft spot to lick and nibble. She trembled in his grasp, whimpering as he trailed his mouth down her throat.
"What…are…you…doing?" She gasped. Her fingers threaded into his hair pulling him closer.
He couldn't believe she gave herself to some stranger…to save him! Or that she wasn't at least upset to find out it had been for nothing. For a lie. But she didn't seem broken up about it, that's for sure. She smelled wonderful, looked beautiful.
She enjoyed it.
Damn it!
John covered her mouth with his again, taking her breath as he reached inside her jacket and cupped her breasts. She whimpered more but didn't struggle to break from him. She didn't push him away. In fact, her arms went around his neck, holding him tight. She kissed him back urgently, hungrily. Her tongue tickled his bottom lip and he opened instantly to her, bathing her tongue with his. She sighed into him and melted against his body.
Desperate to make her forget Treyhil, remove any trace of pleasure that man gave her with his own brand, make it the best she's ever had, John vowed to take his time. So that no matter what, she'd never leave him, never return to that man and never negotiate with anyone like that but him. She did belong to him and he was going to make sure she knew it.
He found the hem of her shirt and eased his hands under it. His fingers danced over her belly and up to her bra. He brushed his thumbs over her nipples, feeling them tighten beneath the lacey fabric.
God, she was making him so hard. Her moans, the way she shuddered at his touch. The way she tasted. Smelled! It was going to take all his strength not to ravish her.
Elizabeth seemed to have other plans though. She attacked his belt, unzipped his pants and shoved her hand inside, grasping his growing mass with firm but tender fingers. John groaned into her mouth and she smiled against his. She caressed him through his boxers, goading him into action.
He spun her around and push-walked her backwards to her desk. He lifted her up onto the edge as she shrugged out of her jacket. He snatched her shirt over her head and tossed it aside as she released her bra and dropped it away. John's breath caught as he stared at her lovely, erect peaks. His head spun as blood drained from it and he dove in to taste her. Her hands grabbed the back of his head as she arched against him with a breathy: "God John!"
He pressed her down onto the desk until she lay under him and he attacked the other milky white mound with the same desire. He could hear her heart beating, hear her rasping breath, feel her tremble at his touch. He wanted her to tremble, wanted her to shiver with pleasure. Hell, he just wanted her period. He's wanted her since they first met.
Trailing his tongue down to her belly elicited soft whimpers which only drove him further. He planted kisses along her waistband as his fingers eagerly worked releasing her zipper. John slipped her boots off and tugged her pants down, leaving her naked before him. He devoured her with his eyes, then his hands as he smoothed them up and down her body, taking in every inch of her pliable, responsive flesh.
She reached up and pulled him on top of her, kissing him again. John's constricting clothing made him groan as his pants became tighter. He was afraid he wouldn't last long, leaving her wanting…begging for Treyhil.
Abandoning her lips, John kissed his way down her throat, sucking at the pulsing artery in her neck. Her hands drove under his shirt, pushing it up as she explored his chest with her touch. "I want to see you," she murmured huskily.
John let out his own whimper at the request. He certainly couldn't deny her such a thing… pulling away from her, he stripped quickly, with ease. Elizabeth rose onto her elbows to watch him. She smiled slyly as he stood there exposed.
"Is that for me?" she asked with a grin.
John lunged for her, grabbing her face in his hands. "Not yet." Then he kissed her hard and long, rubbing himself against her leg. She moaned as he broke the kiss and once again returned to his travels down her body. He knelt between her legs, kissing her inner thighs lightly. Her head dropped back with another moan.
"I have even tasted her sweet nector," Treyhil had said and John had been ready to kill the man for it. For knowing her so completely.
John wanted her to forget every man that had touched her before. Especially Treyhil. He wanted to ruin her for any one else. She was his, now and forever.
He kissed her then, the most intimate of kisses and the gasp that escaped her throat encouraged him to deepen it. John tickled her with the tip of his tongue, learning her most guarded secrets. She cooed and pleaded with him, calling his name in that deep, breathless voice. The urge to know her made him insatiable. He plunged his tongue deep inside her and she cried out: "Yes, John, yes…please…yes!" Her hips rose off the desk and she squirmed in his hands as he gripped her ass.
He gazed up at her. "You're mine, Elizabeth. Only mine."
"Yes! Yours…" she heaved.
He kissed her there again and she screamed her release.
Even as she was coming down from her intense orgasm, John positioned himself between her thighs, pulled her hips toward him and push inside her with a satisfied grunt. "Mine," he growled this time as he thrust deep into her. Her body accepted him, surrounding him in a tight, slippery velvet glove. He squeezed her left breast, pinching the nipple, feeling her heartbeat pounding within her chest. His other hand raised her leg at bended knee, holding it against his hip, pulling her open wider so he could plunge all the way inside her. Aside from their mutual grunts and moans the only sounds in the room were the squeak of the desk hinges and the slap of lust-filled flesh against flesh.
Elizabeth sat up, wrapping her legs tight around his waist and her arms around his neck. She kissed him, mirroring his actions with her tongue. John felt himself growing thicker as he moved faster, as she thrust against him, riding him. He broke the kiss and pressed his mouth to her ear. "I want to cum inside you."
She threw her head back, exposing her neck to his mouth. "Yes…do it! Do it!"
He sucked and nipped at her tender neck. "Who am I, Elizabeth?" He asked between kisses.
"John…John!"
"Who else?"
She opened her eyes, clasped his face in both hands and stared at him. "You're mine!"
"Yes!" And he exploded within her. In the aftermath, his legs trembled and suddenly gave out and Elizabeth's added weight sent them both to the floor. John smacked his butt onto the tiles, with Elizabeth straddling him.
"Oops," she giggled.
He dropped flat onto his back, smiling at her. "Not too graceful a finish."
She lay on top of him, crushing her wonderful chest against his, tracing a finger around his stubbled jaw. "Grace smace. It's the climax that counts." Then she kissed him as deeply as before.
When they finally broke free to breathe, John gripped her hair in his hand so she couldn't turn her head from him. "Please say you were thinking of me the whole time." She smiled, licked her lips, igniting a reaction in his groin.
Her hands caressed his sides, his arms. "I'm always thinking about you, John. Seems lately, you're all I think about."
That got her another soul-searing, hungry kiss. He rolled her under him, letting her neck rest on his bent arm. He slid back inside her and she took a deep breath of acceptance. The warmth of her core bathed him with delight, firming him up again in record time.
John swiveled his hips, grinding against her. She closed her eyes as she clenched around him. Still tender, the tightening jarred him. "How did you find out?" she asked.
John winced and she relaxed her muscles. "Treyhil told me. Cadman and Maddog confirmed."
Her nose wrinkled but she grinned. "Those little brats!"
"What?"
She blew air out her nose and rolled her eyes. "They said I should make you jealous."
He looked down at her. "You mean you fucked Treyhil to make me jealous!"
"No, John. I'd never do that. The girls just told me I should. I didn't listen. Though…it seems they weren't beyond testing the theory themselves." Her smile widened. "Suppose it worked too." She watched him. "You were jealous, right?"
He shook his head. "I'm mad…mad that you had to do it…mad that I couldn't stop you…mad that you enjoyed it…enjoyed him."
Her brows creased. "But I didn't."
He could feel the anger rising again. "He said you consented."
"Oh…it was consensual, don't get me wrong. But I didn't consent."
"I don't understand."
"I never left Atlantis, John. I've been here the whole time."
"Huh?"
"Boy you really are single minded. Didn't you see the big-ass grin on Sgt. Fuller's face?" He shook his head. "How 'bout the fact that she wasn't wearing her military garb but a civilian outfit?" He shook his head again. Elizabeth laughed. "Men! So obtuse sometimes. That girl's been seriously laid…and damn happy about it."
John couldn't fight the confusion. "What?"
She chuckled. "We pulled a fake-out. Which happens to be for the best considering I probably would have started a war over Treyhil's ruse to arrest you simply to get into my pants. But Sharon didn't care so much. She really needed to relax."
"Maddog! You sent Maddog in to play you?"
"Yeah. Took a few minutes of coaching, but the woman's a natural leader. And from what I can see…it worked beautifully."
"How…why…how?"
"Trust me…Sharon volunteered…eagerly once Laura came up with the plan."
"This was Cadman's idea?"
"Yeah. Hey why are you so angry?" She traced the outline of his frown. "It all worked out. But no one's supposed to know, okay. Don't want any nasty rumors floating around about Sharon just because she needed some release, right?"
John wrinkled his brow, considering. "Yeah…I suppose. Though I have heard rumors about her and the scientists."
Elizabeth chuckled. "Yeah, she makes those up. Apparently the scientists have no problem backing the stories even if untrue…but they do have a problem making them true."
John was shocked. "Hmm. They wouldn't if they saw the smile on Treyhil's face." He shook his head. "The man's seriously whipped. I suppose I should tell her that he's up for a rematch anytime she's ready."
"Really? Good for her." Elizabeth started her inner massage again, igniting his reaction with earnest. "Tell her later." She kissed him. "I want my rematch first."
