Page 57 of Covert Mission
For the same reason I touched her. Held her.
“Don’t apologize. It feels amazing.”
She turns sad as she carefully explores a scar on my temple. “I can’t imagine how you got this.”
“It’s better not to think about it.”
She shifts, exhales quietly, and then both hands dive into my hair again.
My eyes drop closed as I’m consumed with the urge to climb on top of her, shove those delicate legs wide, and fall into that soft sweet place that will make me forget the things I can’t face tonight.
I lock up every muscle in my body.
She picks this very unfortunate moment of weakness to ask a dangerous question. “Would it be so wrong to kiss?”
“If I kiss you, I’m taking you.”
Her brows crinkle in the most adorable way. “Take me where?”
I groan. My eyes slam closed, and this time I squeeze them until my brain protests. “Tell me you’re not that innocent.”
Her fingers go stiff around my face. When I open my eyes, she’s back to firing daggers at me.
It takes work to inhale and speak. “God, you’re fucking beautiful. I love trying to figure you out.”
She gives me a fleeting, rueful smile that’s quickly replaced with an edgy frown. “I gave up on figuring you out.”
I chuckle, but she doesn't. Her eyes are burning me to ash.
“Take me where, Beast?”
Instead of replying, I rasp out a dangerous request. “Say my name.”
I crave it from her mouth like water in the desert. I am Beast, yes, but for some reason, for her, I want to be me. The me I was meant to always be. The man behind the beast.
“I don’t know your name,” she fires back.
“Lucas.”
There’s an instant transformation to her face. It causes me to freeze as her smile flashes brightly. “That’s a beautiful name.”
“Say it.”
Always riled by my orders, she lifts a brow at me. “And if I don’t?”
I pull back, lifting away from her, and move to sit on the edge of the bed.
What am I doing here?
Fucking up.
Making a bed of nails.
Jeopardizing my first mission leading a team for Agile.
About to take a woman who deserves more than I have to give.
I scrub both hands over my face, but before I can get up, Camile is shuffling around, scrambling after me. Climbs her pretty little self up on my lap and settles her knees on either side of my thighs.