Page 119 of Stealth Mission

That soft voice in the darkness makes my heart thump wildly. So hard she probably feels it through my bones. “I’m right here.”

“Can you sleep?”

“I’m fine. I’m happy lying here with you.”

The blanket rustles as she shifts. “What woke you?”

I trace my fingers along her jaw, past her ear, and through her long hair. Taking my time to notice the way the fine pieces snag on my callouses. “I don’t know. I’m not sure I ever went to sleep. I’ve got a lot of energy in my body right now.”

“Energy, hmmm?”

I hear a smile in her tone, but it quickly turns husky. “Can you make love to me again?”

A rush of heat throbs in my veins.

I roll her over pulling her back against me, not able to say a fucking word.

Make love.

I’m rock hard a few heartbeats later. I was already more than halfway there. Just laying next to her does crazy things to me even after getting off twice.

She murmurs a soft sound as I use my hand to guide myself between her curves to that hot heaven. We both groan when I push inside.

“I’ll never turn down the opportunity to feel you come undone around me.”

She melts against me as I hold on, fighting the wave of dizziness from inhaling her scent.

It’s crazy.I know.

Love doesn’t happen like this.

Fuck. Love isn’t even in my vocabulary.

But there’s something dangerous happening behind my ribcage, and no training in the world has prepared me for this.

The only sounds this time are her tender moans, and my throaty murmurs as I wrap my arms around her and take us both to the edge of something we might not come back from.

Sometime later, we’re salty, damp, and sated.

There’s a laugh in her tone as she stretches backward, hooking her arm around my neck. “Okay. I’m not going to be able to move tomorrow.”

“Good thing I can cook and bring you breakfast in bed.”

“Man of many talents, aren’t I the lucky girl?”

My hand trails down over her hip, across her stomach, touching the sweet curve that dips down to her pussy. She whimpers softly when I trace a finger through my release and spread the creamy liquid across her inner thigh.

“I love you wearing my mark.”

The change in her breathing is instant along with the tensing of her legs against mine.

“Evan. I need to tell you something.”

A god-awful silence stretches on, thickening the air.

I find her ear in the darkness and brush a kiss over the edge. “I’ve got you. Tell me anything.”

It takes time before she speaks. When she does, her voice is soft and full of pain. “Did you wonder why I didn’t mention being on birth control?”