Page 129 of Covert Mission
He flinches when I slide my hand along the strong cord of his neck.
“I’m fine. My life is a mess, but I’m fine… especially now. Thanks to you rescuing me.”
How is it possible I missed him so much?
Deep end, here I come.
Lucas covers my hand with his, pressing it tighter against his skin. His eyes open and his gaze changes. It’s blazing with need.
My tummy flutters and my lungs hitch. But it’s what happens between my stomach and my throat that feels most alarming.
Can your heart glow?
I expect him to say something, maybe a smart-ass reply, but he just leans down and devours me with throbbing intensity. It’s a possessive kiss and verges on being dark.
There’s so much unsaid between us, like a dangerous crevasse, waiting for one wrong step.
But I can’t think about any of the risks right now. Not with his powerful body rocking against mine as he kisses me, rubbing his cock over my needy clit through his pants.
Fan-girling has gone to a new level inside me.
This riot of sensation goes on until he leaves me gasping for air. Then he trails his scruff along my cheek, and over to my ear, where he whispers to me in the roughest, rawest voice, “Cameron, I’m going to fuck you now, and it won’t be gentle.”
One of his oversized hands fastens around my hip bone, and he squeezes hard enough to make my core ignite with pleasure. “I’ve got to get this dangerous energy out of me. But most of all, I need tofeelyou are here. With me. Safe.”
This must be very okay with my body because I grind against him. The lusty roll of my hips feels downright slutty, but I have no control over what’s happening below my neck.
He’s hijacked my hormones.
He flips me over on my stomach so fast, I squeak, and my pussy floods with my excitement.
Guess I’m not just jumping into the deep end. I’m going off the high dive.
ChapterForty-Two
There are very few rational parts of my brain operating at this stage. Fuck, I don’t even think I locked the door.
“Don’t move.”
Damn.
I jump off the bed, lock the door handle, and climb back on the bed, straddling her legs in less than two seconds.
I grab her ass, kneading with both hands. “God, I love these sexy curves. You’re made for my hands.”
Cami…Cameron, whimpers, pressing her cheek into the bedspread. Her tongue dances across her lips when the sound of my zipper echoes across the small hotel room.
With one hand, I jerk her shorts and panties down to her knees, with the other, I rip my engorged cock out of my briefs.
I drop a hand next to her head, propping myself above her as I drag the head of my cock between her perfect ass cheeks. The heat there makes me shudder.
The tip brushes her slit.
Her pussy is hot and slippery. A siren’s call for a man that’s ready to crash on the rocks regardless of the consequences.
“God, yeah, gonna fuck every answer I want out of you,” I rasp.
“Lucas…” It’s a ragged whisper, half groan that makes me want to howl.