Page 82 of Dangerous Mission

Then she wrecks me with a whispered confession.

“I haven’t wanted anyone to touch me in a long while. But I want you to put those big hands on me. I want you to show me.”

Chapter Forty

The air around us turns volatile. A lightning storm in the Midwest would be calmer. Any second I expect to see bright flashes from the simmering heat between us.

Scout makes a rough sound behind me. His hand wraps around my left wrist, banding my forearm in a tight hold. “I’m not a good man, Aria.”

“You’re also a liar.”

He makes a deeper, animalistic sound against my neck. “You’re making me crazy.”

“It’s mutual. I won’t touch you if that’s what you need.”

He’s still as stone for a few seconds.

“You won’t be allowed to look at my body. I’ll fuck you without you touching me or looking at me.”

Wait. What?

I swallow convulsively until I can speak. “If that’s what you need.”

“It’s what I demand.”

Ooookay. That’s way hot.

This whole scenario is melting my circuits and making me feel like I’m in some kind of alternate universe. Like a Terminator movie with a lethal dose of romantic tension and a twist of 50 Shades.

Heat pulses inside my chest, scattering out to the ends of my fingers and toes like I’m made of sparklers inside.

Scout makes a rough sound deep in his throat. The tip of his tongue circles the edge of my ear. “You good with that, beautiful?”

God, his voice, so low and rough, is the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard.

“Yes,” I reply with a strained tremble in my voice.

I’m not sure who I am right now. My body is humming with so much need, there’s so much adrenaline, so much hunger coursing through me, I feel possessed.

He brings my arm across my body, locking it tight to my chest. “Are you okay with me binding your arms—tying you up?”

The pounding pulse in my chest screeches to a halt. Cold sweat erupts along my spine and coats my palms. Every breath I take for the next few seconds feels choppy.

Scout wants to tie me up.

Why didn’t I realize that’s what he was getting at?

“Aria?”

A wave of dizziness rocks me. The bones in my melt. “Yes, what?”

“You going to let me tie you up and fuck you?”

Oh god. How can I be so terrified and so turned on at the sametime?

I truly am going mad.

But I promised him the truth.