Page 84 of Dangerous Mission
My core clenches hard.
Empty. Hungry.
Uh. Uh. “You can’t bite my neck and expect me to have rational words.”
“Can you remember colors?”
“I can’t remember my name with your cock pulsing against my ass.”
He pushes me a step forward into the bedroom using his big body like a plow. “Sweet girl, you need to be careful using that word.”
“C-cock?”
He exhales the word, “Ass,” against my neck.
I blink at the bed. Oh, lord. This is about to get real. I’ve never had sex with a dominant man like Scout and I don’t know whether to be terrified or overcome with joy. “Tell me about safe words.”
He clenches me harder against his chest as he wedges his cock more tightly between my cheeks. “Green. Yellow. Red. Just like the traffic light. Yellow is if you’re uncomfortable or want to slow down. Red is stop. No matter what, I stop. You might be tied up, but you are one hundred percent in control of when this stops.”
“Okay,” I breathe as sweat starts to form on my brow and between my breasts.
Oh god.Glancing down at myself, I frown. I have on a sports bra under my fishing-style shirt. On the bottom I have on hiking pants and panties that I dove in.
Sonotsexy.
I haven’t had a shower since only god remembers how long.
I’ve been in a plane crash, I’ve fought for my life, and I’ve been working.
Breathing down at me in a slow, agonizingly sexy way, with every bit of his six foot five inch body sealed against mine, he asks, “Permission to take over?”
That question is so utterly Scout in every way.
I take a slow breath, say goodbye to my sanity, and jump in with both feet. “Permission granted.”
Oh, but I’m a dirty mess. “Should we shower?”
“After.”
After I die from adrenaline overdose?
Chapter Forty-One
Before I come to my senses, I walk Aria forward, pushing her with my bulk. Moving one hand to her hair, I fist her braid and turn her mouth toward me.
God, she tasted so good earlier, I can’t wait to get my tongue inside her mouth again.
She submits instantly as I bite her lip, melting against me, opening for my thrusting tongue.
As I take what I need, I drop her wrist and move my hand down to cup her pussy. The heat of her is coming through her clothing. A dangerous invitation.
She moans into my mouth as I press the heel of my hand against her clit. “Fuck, baby. You’re built so sweet. Perfect for my hands. Unbutton your shirt.”
Her fingers fly to her buttons and start quickly working.
Such a good girl. I rip the snap on her pants open, shoving my hand inside the band of her panties. A shudderbolts through me when I find her already slippery. So wet and hot.
Yes.