Page 35 of Covert Mission
“You can let go now.” She tries to tug her hand loose. I keep it gripped in mine. Just because I like the feel of her delicate bones and soft skin.
Lord. Listen to me!
I narrow my eyes. “Think you can help us look out for three people?”
Her gaze drops to my hand which is latched around her wrist. She swallows hard. “Depends.”
“On what?”
“How much you annoy me.”
I laugh, making a low sound as I bring her arm up. I must be possessed because I murmur, “You mean like this?”
And for some damned reason, I bite her arm.
She lets out a little gasp and goes perfectly still.
Her skin is salty and tender under my mouth.
The taste makes my heart clunk. Blood rushes to my cock. I’d like to be biting her in other places.
When I drop her hand, she jerks it behind her back. Her words come out breathy, and she blinks furiously. “I’m going back to work.”
God, I love seeing her flustered. It’s stupid how much that thrills me.
I grin down at her. “I know where to find you.”
Her mouth presses into a hard line. She stands taller. “You can talk to Belle. She’ll deal with you.”
With a flick of her hand, she whirls and stalks away.
“Hey, Camile. Remember that you’re camping out with me tonight.”
She freezes, pivots around, and her whole body goes rigid as a guitar string. For a second, I wonder if she’s going to pounce on me.
I’d welcome the attack. A vision of her latching those long legs around my waist as she unleashes her fury almost makes me groan.
There are daggers shooting from her eyes like AK-47 fire.
She bites out, “I’ve got accommodations.”
“Yes, you do.”
In my bed.
Fuck. I should punch myself in the face. Or the dick. Yeah. That would help.
A voice calls, “Hey, boss.”
Notnow.
I swing my eyes away and find Justice sauntering over. He’s carrying a notepad in one hand. His naturally tan skin is glistening. His tight T-shirt is stretched across his guns. The man is jacked like a fitness model. He’s also grinning at Camile.
She gives him a little wave. “Hey, Justice.”
I clench my jaw so hard I nearly snap it in half.
She arches a brow and gives me a sassy little head wiggle. There’s no cute, friendly smile for me. It’s all vinegar between her and me.