Page 85 of Covert Mission
As I hold her steady with one hand, I divest her of her shorts and panties. “Take off your shirt.”
Her throaty laugh makes my cock jump. As soon as she has her shirt off, I flick the clasp on her bra.
“There you are, beautiful.”
She shivers and moans into my mouth when I kiss her again. The kiss is wild, with my hands fisted in her wet hair and her clawing at my shoulders. We’re skin-to-skin for the first time.
Ah, god. So good.
The feel of her against me is gasoline to my already raging hormones.
When I pick her up, her legs lift and wrap around my waist. I growl at her through ragged inhales, “I’ve got to get inside you.”
“I’m on board with that.”
“Are you on birth control?”
“Yes.”
I kiss her like a man that’s far beyond unhinged. When I tear my mouth away, she’s gasping for air, her eyes are dreamy, her lips are deep red.
“I’ve been tested.”
“Me too.”
“Last chance, babe. Tell me no right now, and I’ll step away.”
“I’m not telling you no, Lucas.” She fists my hair and drags my head down until our mouths are just a centimeter apart. “I’m telling you yes,” she whispers against my lips.
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With a snarl, I lurch forward, crushing Camile against the blue tiled shower wall.
She cries out when my fingers find her clit. It’s already plump and slick with her desire. An animal sound grates my vocal cords.
I needed this so bad. The whole time I was working with the rescue team, I couldn’t stop thinking about the sweet sounds she makes.
“That’s my girl.” I test the speed and pressure of my touch, until I find the right rhythm to make her whimper. “You’re so ready for me.”
She writhes against me, twisting wildly, sliding her slick, hot skin against mine as she moans roughly against my neck.
Look who’s the talkative one tonight.
She’s all moans, and exhales, and little feminine growls. I can’t stop running my mouth.
She said she wanted it dirty. Well, she’s about to hear it.
I notch the pulsing head of my cock against her core as I take her mouth. She tastes amazing.
I love the way she kisses me back. Desperate. Matching my hunger with the teasing thrusts of her own tongue. It takes every ounce of control not to slam home, bury myself hilt-deep.
My muscles shake as I fight to hold myself back.
She’s breathing hard when I lean back to look down at her.
I take her jaw with one hand and force her to look at me. Her eyes are as wild as my heart feels.
God, she’s perfect.