Page 92 of Dangerous Mission
Then I know.
He didn’t just want my orgasm.
That isn’t what he meant at all.
He just demanded my heart.
And I handed it over in a scream with fire tearing through me. Shredding the woman I was.
His expression flashes pleasure, then pain. He swallows roughly as I convulse on his massive cock, his muscled body glistening above me, inside me.
Then he locks still, buried deep in my core. Gritting his teeth, he inhales through his nose. The first pulse of his cock makes me jolt with pleasure. The second drags me over the edge again.
I fall so deep this time, I know there’s no coming back.
No surviving Scout, or walking away from this job with any semblance of sanity.
And when he wraps his arm around me, and buries his nose against my ear, he grates out the words that seal my fate. “You’re mine now, beautiful. I’ll keep you safe. I’ll protect your heart and fight your battles.”
I lie blissfully in his arms catching my breath withmy body tingling, until he shifts off of me and props himself on his elbow.
His voice is husky. “Tell me everything.”
Okay. That was not what I was expecting.
Feeling suddenly prickly, I roll my head until I’m facing him. “You can’t just demand that I do that.”
He blinks at me once. “If we’re going to do this then we have to be totally open with each other.”
I sit up abruptly.
This wasn’t part of the agreement.
I don’t say this to him, because I realize he’s just shared the most painful thing in the world with me—his vulnerability about his scars.
“Scout. This isn’t going to go well.”
I know how men like him react to things like what I’m holding back. It’s the reason Griffon Kane will never know.
He sits up and cages me in with his legs. I’m sitting tailor style, and he’s wrapped around the outside of my legs. We’re face to face.
“Look down.”
I drag my gaze away from the intensity of his eyes and look at his thighs. It’s bad. Webs of mottled skin. My heart contracts painfully for him.
For a long beat, I don’t know what to say.
Finally, I find my way. “I don’t see the scars, I see the pain you endured.”
He’s so still, I’m not sure what to do.
Then he curses and reaches for me. His hand finds my neck, my favorite place for him to touch me. Okay, maybe there are a few favorite places, but something about him cradling my neck in his big, strong hand melts a place inside me that I didn’t know could melt.
Sensing he wants to tell me something, I ask, “What happened?”
“Long story short, I ran through a fire.”
My heart is so broken for this man. “In the SEAL Teams?”