Page 60 of Covert Mission
He kisses my cheek, then my neck.
Every touch makes me shiver.
“Can you lay back and relax? Because that’s all I need you to do.”
“I…yes?”
He chuckles as his finger traces along my collarbone. With the slightest pressure, he slides his hand down the center of my chest, and dips under the hem of my shirt.
I’m breathless. A wave of tiny fireworks goes off under my skin everywhere he touches.
The sensation makes me wiggle uncontrollably.
His gaze comes back to mine. “Babe…”
Electricity crackles between us so wildly, I wonder if the whole damnedcabinais glowing like a beacon in the night.
“You want this?” he asks in a husky, low tone.
“There are so many reasons why I shouldn’t… but I do.”
His hand spreads across my stomach, the heat of his palm against my bare skin beneath my shirt. “You talk a lot, sometimes.”
He’s teasing. The tone he just used is one I’ve never heard.
“You don’t talk enough, sometimes.”
“Fair enough. Yin and Yang.” As he shifts and grinds his hips against me, he licks his lips. “Soft and hard.”
A breathy chuckle vibrates in my throat.
When he lowers his mouth to my ear, he hotly whispers, “Right now all you need to do is let me in. I’m going to fuck you mindless, beautiful.”
An embarrassing reply bursts out of me. “Oh my god.Okay.”
I close my eyes and burn with horror. Why can’t I control anything about myself tonight?
“Look at me.”
How can I not obey that husky demand? I peel an eye open.
“Both eyes,” he commands. “I want you to watch me as I see you for the first time.”
Gulp.
His hands wrap around my upper arms, and he hauls himself up and takes me with him. My brain feels like a whirly-gig in a gust of wind.
We’re now sitting on the narrow mattress facing each other. My heart is still racing, my toes are now tingling too.
He growls deep in his chest, rips my shirt over my head, and throws it down on the floor like he’s furious at it for covering me.
His gaze locks on my breasts. “Now that’s better.”
I have on the least sexy bra in the world.
But that’s too impossible to think about because his irises are molten chocolate. His lids are low and tight. And he utters a single word.
“Perfection.”