Page 49 of Dangerous Mission
In the blink of an eye, the connection is gone. The energy around him shifts, turning cool.
All the little lines on his face tense as his eyes narrow. His hand snaps away from my neck, like he’s touched a hot stove burner.
But it’s too late. It’s been done. I’m trembling from it.
He’s going to bolt—I know it in my heart. He’s going to lock down and leave. It’s Scout’s M.O. and I’m beginning to know the plays before they happen.
This time I know the effect of his withdrawal is going to hit me even harder. I brace myself for the wake of stinging cold.
Ten heartbeats pass as I wait.
But when he moves, it’s not to leave. Both of his arms rise up and he cages me in by resting his forearms on the cabinet above the washing machine.
Whoa.Hello curveball.
I don’t know what’s about to happen right now, but my body is one hundred percent onboard with him moving closer. Pressing all of his tall, muscled frame into me.
But he doesn’t. He keeps his distance, except for moving his mouth closer to my ear. And he says nothing. Every one of his exhales stir my hair.
It’s agonizing. Yet I don’t ever want him to move.
The function of my lungs reduces to dizzying pants. Each of my heartbeats makes my knees weaker. My hands curl as I fight to keep from touching him.
I need to feel his skin like I need air.
In a low, rough voice, he slays the silence. “You’re making me fucking crazy, Aria. After we dive today, we’re going to put an end to this bullshit, whatever it is.”
Mouth going instantly dry, I suffer through a seriesof palpitations.
“Okay,” I lamely reply in a choked voice.
Okay?
Okay? Gah! Couldn’t I even ask what he means? Is he promising a good end, or a bad end?
I’m seriously confused right now. Not enough oxygen is getting to my brain. Or maybe my vagina is using it all up.
God knows it’s been getting a workout with all the pulsing going on below my belt.
I’ll be a kegel olympian after this. Not to mention the organ in my chest. Anticipation isn't for the faint of heart.
From somewhere on the other side of his body, in another part of the house, I hear my name being called. “Aria!”
The sound is so surprising and I’m so keyed up, I startle, bumping my head on his arm, thrusting my hips forward, knocking against Scout’s erection.
His hard, monstrosity of an erection, that is so big it has to be a registered weapon.
Gulp.
Scout’s boss continues talking from somewhere in the house. “Aria, your brother’s on the phone and needs to talk to you!”
Oh my god!
I whisper hiss, “I cannot talk right now. I’m not even sure my legs will work.”
The other man bellows, “Aria!”
Before I realize what's happening, Scout’s palm is wrapped around the side of my throat in a firm, but gentle grip. The heat from that hand scorches my skin, making me shiver.