They Call 'it' Committment

Eliana's eyes twinkled as she watched him work his literal magic. For now, she was silent. Rare, yes. Hell, she was so fascinated by this show she didn't even bother touching him. She was pretty sure he might have lost the concentration needed for such a feat if she had done that.

Eliana led him to the back of the house, where there was a small alleyway street, which was where the dark silver truck was. Nothing weird about it was just a truck. It wasn't Eliana's but, whatever, not like he knew that.

Damn kids and their grand thief auto habits.

"Maybe we'll skip dinner and go straight for dessert."

Eliana had slept with plenty of women since she had returned to Manta Carlos, but she had yet to spend the night with a man. She would have taken Mal back to her place, but not only would that suspicious. She really super really, wanted to screw in the bed of the people she was stealing from. That was the real reason she didn't want to take him to dinner. By then, they might be home.

Eliana was wholly aware that when they went upstairs if he had any observation skills at all he would notice the house was not hers. The upstairs had too many pictures of the lovely, smiling couple.

"No, I don't think you would," Eliana grinned wickedly, stripping off her jacket and letting it fall right there. She still wore her black T-shirt, but by her expression alone, it was obvious she wouldn't stop there.

She reached out to take him by the shirt so she could pull him in closer and give him a quick kiss.

"Shirt off," she told him. "Take it off here and just drop it." She was curious to see if he'd do it. How far could she push this boy? Oh, the fun.


As she said this, she pulled back, just out of his reach and stripped her t-shirt off, swaying to the beat of music only she could hear. She slipped the fabric off teasingly slow. When she was free of it, she whirled it in the air and tossed it. She didn't even know where it landed. Big woop.

"I'm sugar and spice baby; I have it all. Your move."

"There's plenty of fun in that," Eliana corrected with a roguish smile.

She didn't move (yet) when he closed the distance between them. She so much as leaned into his touch, as if she were completely taken with him.

In a low, sultry whisper, she said, "you're gonna get way more than a taste, Luv. How else could I repay you for helping me out." She lifted one of her hands to his chest, the tips of her fingers barely grazing the skin there.

Her breath was sweet and her touch soft and warm. She smelled faintly of jasmine and honey.

"While I'd love for you to take me right here, the bedroom is much lovelier." Also, it had pictures of the couple who actually owned this house, and Eliana was very much aware of that fact.

Eliana inhaled his scent with absolutely no subtly whatsoever. She wasn't opposed to appearing caught up in the moment. She had no shame, okay?

She was still leaning into the kiss and the soft touches when Mal pulled back. She caught herself. Her eyes opened, but just barely. She bit her lower lip, savoring the feeling of his touch.

Her grin was easy when she gave it. The grin of someone drunk on a moment.

Challenge accepted, Eliana thought. She loved the frisky ones. She loved the shy ones. She loved them all.

Eliana couldn't remember all the people she had spent her nights with, but she remembered all the different smells, the different sounds, and how each touch felt. She drunk them all in like the finest wine, slipping effortlessly into any sexual role that complimented her partner.

"Lead the way," she purred softly, following closely on his heels. Close enough that he could feel her, and close enough that she could borrow his warmth.

The bedroom of the home had been left untouched. It was a very typical room, with no personality. Eliana would never have lived in a place like that.

As promised, the room contained, at least, four pictures of the couple who owned the house. One such picture was on the bedside table.m