Page 112 of Stealth Mission
“Did you pick it? That’s kind of cocky.”
A warm rumble of laughter shakes his abs. “No. My boss’s wife thought that was funny.”
I trail a circle over his pecs as my nipples stir to life beneath the fabric of my bra. “So, she doesn’t know?”
His hand slides along the inside of my wrist, making my thoughts go loopy.
“Know what, beautiful?”
“That you’re a pussy wrecker.”
A beat of silence. The long calloused fingers resting on my bare arm flex as he nuzzles my neck. “Am I?”
I’m fighting a giggle. “And I can’t blame it on the alcohol for saying that. It hasn’t had time to take effect yet.”
His low, whispered voice is right next to my ear. “So, I wrecked your sweet little cunt?”
Maybe I am feeling the alcohol because I’m suddenly very hot all over.
No one has ever said that word to me.
I never thought it was hot, but in Evan’s low voice it’s maddeningly sexy.
“I don’t think you should put that on your business card. Maybe a heartbreaker warning, though.”
Ugh. I never intended to say that last part out loud.
Hand tightening on my arm, he sighs. “I think you’ve got that backwards, sexy girl. You’re the one that’s going to leave me a broken man.”
“I don’t think a man like you could be broken, Evan.”
He pulls back, just enough to search my face.
The tone of his voice is completely different when he speaks. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
“I hope it’s not all bad…” I reach up, my hand aching to touch the alluring scruff of his beard shadow.
He leans into my palm, closing his eyes.
My promise comes out in a breathy whisper. “I won’t hurt you on purpose.”
He moves closer as my heart skips. I’m definitely breathless now.
A soft brush of his lips against mine makes me whimper.
But it’s his husky confession that peels back my last layer of armor. “I’m not sure if you did, I’d even be able to walk away.”
Chapter Forty
Marianna arches into me. There’s a surrender in the way she kisses me back. Her fingers play over my shirt. One second biting into my skin—the next smoothing away the marks.
It’s a good thing I won’t be needing my brain. She’s wrecking me.
Thankfully, my body knows exactly what it wants to do.
Drive deep.
Taste. Touch.