Page 90 of Dangerous Mission
In my heart, I know the scars aren’t from cutting, but somehow that seems less terrible than what I suspect.
Aria rocks back and presses her delicate hands over her face.
Sighing roughly, I drop my head. “You don’t have to tell me. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you. I promise, I will never get rough with you or tie you up again.”
She stops me by putting a hand on my shoulder. “This is my fault. I got carried away. I was so… just really caught up in the moment.”
“We were both carried away.”
When she looks at me this time, there’s a hint of the woman I saw earlier in her eyes. “I can’t explain this pull between us.”
So I’m not the only one. Huffing, I look at the ceiling. “Well, you’re not alone in that.”
I put my hand on her bare thigh, circling my thumb. “I’ve never wanted a woman like I want you.”
She pulls her hand back and squeezes her fist closed. “I’m so sorry. I can’t stop myself from touching you.”
“I don’t mind it so much.”
Her lashes flutter as she blinks. “It’s hard to remember not to touch you because I just want to… I want to feel all of you.”
I swallow my growl. “I haven’t wanted a woman to touch me in forever. But…”
She nods. “I get it. We’re both a lot broken.”
When I stand her eyes follow me. “I want to show you something.”
I reach for the towel around my waist. “First, I need you to know that it’s not pretty.”
“You were burned,” she says in the softest, most crushing voice ever.
“I was. My thighs are the worst.”
“You don’t have to…”
“I want to. I need you to know why I am the way I am.”
When I open the towel, I let it fall to the floor and hang my head.
I’m a SEAL. I’ve been to war. I’ve done crazy, unthinkable things. But I have never felt more exposed in my life.
The sound of shifting fabric pierces the painful fog inside my head.
Then a warm breath dances over my chest. “Permission to touch you?”
A groan rattles in my chest. “Yeah.”
Aria’s warm fingers, as gentle as butterfly wings touch my collarbone, then slide along my neck, up higher, until the edges of her small nails brush against my scalp.
Keeping her body away from mine, she gently pulls me down until my mouth is in reach. Then she kisses me so softly that something inside of me collapses.
I growl into her mouth. When I reach for her, she leaps up, wrapping her legs around my bare waist. God, she feels good. The weight of her in my arms is perfect. The heat of her wrapping around me feels better than anything I’ve ever felt.
She kisses and kisses me until I take over and devour her.
“Bed…” she whispers against my lips.
I carry her forward and take us down to the cool sheet.