Page 174 of Covert Mission

My word.The man can kiss. And I didn’t think those kisses could get even more passionate, but the connection between us feels vastly deeper now.

He searches my face when he pulls back. “How would you feel about me finding you a nice gig with a boss that’s not an asshole?”

“You don’t like him? I thought?—”

“I respect him as a warrior, but I hate the way he talks to you. And because of that, I’d just as soon never talk to him again. Especially talk to him about you.”

I scrunch my nose. “Nighthawkisa pain.”

“He’s more than a pain, and I want you close…”

I slide my hands up and over his shoulders, my attention drifting to the wet butterfly bandages on his arm. Beneath them is the wound from the fight. My heart twinges.

He could have been killed.

My voice comes out rough. “How close do you want me?”

When he lifts me with his incredibly strong arms, I wrap my legs around him.

He nips at my neck and buries his nose against my ear as I cling to his massive shoulders. “So close that I can do this every morning.”

I laugh. My arousal is very clear in the throaty sound. “It’s afternoon.”

“That too.”

His warm, strong hands mold to my breasts as he presses me against the shower wall.

I’m arching into his touch when he speaks against my ear. “You can travel with our team.”

I pull back and gape at him. “What?”

“You want to do covert work. You want to use that education. Marshall needs someone like you.Ineed someone like you.”

He nibbles my ear, sending a wave of heat through me.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure, sweetheart. Agile has several husband-and-wife pairs on their teams.”

I melt into him. “But you understand I want a job, I want to…”

He tips my chin up. Holds my gaze with his. “I know what it’s like to feel that need.”

When he kisses me this time, it’s full of understanding.

Lucas gets me.

I get him.

For the first time in my life, I feel like I belong.

He looks down at me with incredible intensity in his warm brown eyes. “We won’t work forever. But I need to do this for a while longer. Then we’ll be free. You can keep working if you want. The choice is yours. You can quit tomorrow, or when we settle down somewhere in the mountains. But I’ll give us a home, and a place to bury our demons once and for all.”

My throat tightens, my mouth is achingly dry. But my heart is flooded with a river of love for this man. “Okay.”

He frowns. “Okay? No argument?”

“Nope. Now please give me your cock and after that, feed me tamales. I’ll be the happiest I’ve ever been.”