Page 64 of Dangerous Mission
I’ve never been an adrenaline junky like my brother, but I think I might crave whatever this is.
I push my hood back, freeing my burning face, letting the cool air of the cave rush against the back of my neck, beneath my braided hair. “What are you thinking?”
My voice is raspy as all get out.
His eyelids lower a fraction over his pale, ice-blue irises. He exhales slowly and my skin goosebumps from the sound.
“I’m thinking that you’ve got the most kissable mouth I’ve ever seen.”
I reach out for him, but halt my hand mid air. I almost forgot, he doesn’t like to be touched.
But I do think he likes to touch me.
“Can I touch your arm?”
His gaze falls to my hand, but he doesn’t pull back. He also doesn’t say no.
This must mean yes.
Moving slowly, I reach for his wrist, grab the neoprene covered thickness of it and bring his cool fingers to my face.
“Then kiss me,” I whisper as I lean my cheek into his palm.
The sound that comes from his throat is primal, the roughness echoing off the water and cave walls.
He looks me dead in the eyes and lowers his mouth until we’re a centimeter apart. “Fuck, I shouldn’t… but damned if I can stop myself.”
Then he crushes my mouth, plowing the damp contour of his lips against mine with a growl in his throat. With a commanding thrust of his tongue he takes charge.
Diving deep into me with a hot, rough stroke.
I blink once in shock, then close my eyes as I absorb every ounce of pleasure I can grab.
He growls into my throat, a sound that sears a path to the very pit of my body. Tremors of pleasure unleash and race down my extremities.
Sweet lord above.
The taste of him invades my mind, erasing every kiss before this one.
Scout’s flavor—danger laced with something dark and untamed—is exactly what I expected. The bite of dark chocolate with the heat of strong bourbon.
“Aria…” He rasps against my mouth.
But I can’t respond. All I’m capable of is feeling.
But it’s not enough. I’m desperate to feel more. Damn these wetsuits.
The urge to fist his hair and press my hardening nipples against him makes me shake. I want his skin on mine. I want the weight of him pressing me down.
I am out of my head.
I’ve never in my life thought something like that.
Every twist of his tongue with mine is hotter and hotter until it burns up all of the oxygen. I rip my mouth away gasping.
“My-my god,” I wheeze.
After the nightmare a few months ago, I didn’t think I could ever feel alive like this. But heavens above, I’m so charged, I feel like I’ve got nuclear energy in my veins.