Page 9 of Covert Mission

Not hating the fact that she’s scared. Maybe she’ll get a damned clue and get out of town.

Once I’m clear of dangerous eyes, I drop her to her feet and uncover her mouth. My palm burns where her lips were pressed.

Gawd almighty.

Once I get a close-up look at those puppies—her full, damp lips—I know why. She could set the world on fire with those beauties.

My visceral reaction to her stunning perfection royally pisses me off.

Hot women equal trouble.

Second, I don’t do difficult.

She checks both boxes.

Immediate disqualification.

Not that I’m looking for any damned thing to do with a female. So, having my damned libido rearing up makes me act like an asshole.

I hate unexpected bullshit. And me getting a boner in the middle of an op is exactly that.

Fucking ridiculous.

She stares at me, her mouth open, the pulse on the side of her neck flying.

“Move it.” I don’t have time to coddle her. No matter how damned scared or angry she is.

Her eyes turn furious, her lips curl, and she has the guts to yell in my face. “Get away from me!”

I blink.

Fucking hell almighty, the woman’s got a set of lungs!

The whole damned village is going to hear her.

But that’s not what unhinges my jaw and makes me tilt my head .

It’s the fighting stance she adopts.

At least the woman got the stance right. Weight on the balls of her feet, hands high and loosely clenched. However, it will be useless against me.

My brows do something weird above my eyes. A disbelieving grin ghosts over my face.

Cute. She thinks she can take me on.

“What are you doing?”

“Get back!” she barks.

A battle cry follows. She launches herself at me like a pinwheel of flying arms and feet. She’s gone from zero to sixty in four seconds flat. It’s all fight-or-flight. None of the moves she throws at me are practiced. If that fighting stance was real, then the rest of it went to shit.

Damn. She acts like I’m not twice her size.

I grab her.

Wish I had some duct tape. But since I don’t, I clamp my hand over her mouth again.

That only makes her go ballistic. The woman’s wild.