Page 83 of Covert Mission
I reach behind my head and grab my T-shirt. “Do you want me to take a shower? If so, you’ll stay right here.”
She turns her back and crosses her arms. “This is blackmail.”
“You’re not wrong.” I toss my grubby, blood-stained shirt on the floor and pop the button on my cargos.
When I tug the zipper down, it echoes all around in the ridiculously small bathroom.
She makes a choking sound and starts fanning her face. “Um…”
“You shouldn’t be all bashful now.”
The air heats by ten degrees around her as she shifts uncomfortably. Pressing her legs together. “Beast…”
“Babe, are you thinking about how it felt to have my fingers in that hot little pussy of yours?”
This time, when she jolts, she squeaks my name. “Beast!”
“Lucas,” I remind her.
She shivers and fists the back of her hair, lifting it off of her neck. “Lucas,” she says tartly.
It’s my turn to shudder. Only, it’s more of a bone-rattling clenching of the muscles from my head to my toes. I’ve never wanted a woman more in my life.
I draw a deep breath in an effort to squelch the raging torrent inside of me.
“For the best, anyway. I don’t have any condoms.”
She cranes her neck and looks at me over her shoulder. “You don’t?”
Was that a disappointed sound she made?
“I’m not into casual fucking.”
I grab her arm and gently push her toward the closed toilet. “Sit. You can close your eyes if you’re scared to see me naked.”
With a mutter, she covers her eyes with her hands. “I’m not scared,Lu-cas.” She drags my name out for effect. “I’m just… I don’t know what I am. You blew my circuits earlier. Now I don’t know what’s going on in my body.”
From the way she’s rubbing her thighs together, I have a damned good idea what’s happening to her.
“Guess that’s a compliment.”
I shuck off my pants and briefs and reach for the shower spigot. The water comes on with a hiss. Surprisingly, the pressure is decent.
As I adjust the water, she says, “Oh it’s a compliment, I just…”
Behind me, there’s a sudden and very sharp intake of air. “You should have warned me you’re naked-naked.”
“I’m getting in the shower, of course I’m naked.”
I step under the cool stream of water, with her stare burning my back. My eyes are closed when she touches me. Just barely a brush of her fingertips on my stomach.
“My god, Lucas are these…”
I should have braced myself for her questions. I’ve heard them before.
“Gunshot scars.”
“And these?” Her fingers glide over my wet skin, across a few short, deep scars below my ribs.