Page 128 of Covert Mission
That makes me furious. Because I’m not just going to throw myself on my back. I freaking just ruined my career thanks to his super-human pheromones.
I give him my best death glare. “Back off, Lucas.”
This does not have the effect I want.
He chuckles darkly. Then his hand falls away from my hair and goes to my ass. He hoists me up off the floor and whirls toward the bed.
Oh no.
No.
Not the bed.
As long as I am upright, I have a fighting chance, but if he gets on top of me on the bed, I won’t be able to resist his delicious weight.
“Put. Me. Down.” I wiggle in his arms.
“Oh, sweetheart, I’m about to.”
His rough tone sends a wave of shivers through me.
“What are you doing, Lucas? Are you going to fuck the answers you want out of me?”
“Pretty much.”
I laugh crazily, sounding a whole lot like I’m coming unhinged. “You can’t do that.”
He jerks my shirt off over my head in one vicious swipe. “I can, and I know you want me to.”
For a beat, my body lights up. The wave of desire that crashes over me is so overwhelming that I can’t inhale. I’ve never been so turned on in my life.
But I’m not doing this. It’s ridiculous. Why would I make the same mistake again? He’s just going to waltz away, and I’ll go back to Virginia and see if I can…
God. I don’t know what I’m going to do.
When I go rigid, he freezes. He stares at me intensely and mutters, “Say it.”
For a flash, I’m not sure if he wants me to say, Lucas, or something else.
But then I remember he said he’s going to fuck the answers he wants out of me. Seemingly, I’m going along with the plan and he hasn’t even gotten inside of me, because I inhale a stabbing breath and tell him my name. “Cameron.”
He stares down at me. Intensely focused. He’s still breathing hard. His body is rigid from his clenched jaw to his thighs where they’re pressing down on me.
My voice shakes when I say my full name. “Cameron Lauren White.”
His eyes drift closed as his chest rumbles with a pleased sound.
I stare at the sharp contours of his beautiful face. His beard has grown in some. The dark color slashes against his skin. He looks so rugged and capable. My palms tingle with the desire to stroke the bristles.
As I fantasize about him scrapping my nipples with his scruff, he inhales massively. Breathes out slowly, his whole body relaxing against me.
“Thank you.”
“How did you find me?”
With his eyes still closed, he breathes, sending washes of warm breath over my aching skin. I can feel his heart pounding, matching the rhythm of my own.
“It wasn’t hard. We just looked for the truck that Evan had seen from the air. I’m just so fucking glad you’re safe.”