Page 161 of Covert Mission
ChapterFifty-Four
When I collapse on the bed, there’s a hot, bright sensation behind my ribcage. It’s unfamiliar, and I like it.
With a happy growl, I tuck Camile into the crook of my shoulder. My hand rings her hip, where I clutch her tightly, loving the feel of her damp, soft skin below my palm.
“Don’t get inside your head, babe.”
“How did you know?”
I curl my leg over hers, tucking her tighter against me. “Your breathing changed.”
She buries her nose against my chest. “From the moment I met you, I’ve been an emotional train wreck.”
“I think that’s a compliment.”
She sighs and tightens her arm around my waist. “Seriously, Lucas. I’ve never felt so… off-kilter. So unsure of myself and what I need to be doing. I’m not sure what’s wrong with me.”
I chuckle and kiss the top of her head. “It’s my incredibly powerful forcefield.”
She bites me. “It’s your incredibly big ego.”
“Any my incredibly big?—”
She pinches the skin over my ribs. “Like I said,ego.”
I rub my hand over her back, and she sighs and melts more into me. Her curves mold perfectly to mine. Made for me.
Now I need to get to the bottom of what was going on earlier. “Are you ready to tell me what set you off earlier?”
She groans. “That’s harsh. I’m enjoying my post-orgasm buzz.”
I fold my arm behind my head. “So, I should wait before I torture the answer out of you?”
“Torture. How?”
I skim my fingertip over her nipple. “I have my ways.”
“I hope it involves orgasms and not ripping out my fingernails.”
I chuckle. “You broke all those off in my arm.”
She inhales swiftly. “Oh, heavens. I can’t believe I did that. Did I hurt you?”
I catch her hand and bring it to my lips. “I fucking loved it. And when you cried out,oh fuck… that made me harder than I’ve ever been.”
Her face heats against my chest. “I’m officially mortified. Not that I made you really, really hard. I liked that. But I can’t believe I was so… slutty.”
“Honey, never be mortified about going crazy when my dick is inside of you. That’s the highest form of compliment.”
“Still… I was like a wild animal.”
I grip her hip. “You were perfect. You weren’t fancy.” I grin, remembering how she said she wasn’t fancy in bed. “You were carnal, free. Just like you should be.”
“Oh…”
I kiss her lips this time, taking a slow taste of her. After that, we lay tangled, just touching each other for a while. Comfortable, sated.
I’m happier than I remember being in… forever.