Page 93 of Dangerous Mission

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Page 93 of Dangerous Mission

“Yeah.”

His voice is rough now.

All I can think to say sounds so lame. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

I look up and let my eyes trace over his chest. All the hard-earned muscles. The dips and valleys, sun line at the base of his neck, the smooth texture blanched by the hard lines. “You’re so beautiful.”

His throat works. I lean forward and kiss him on the lips again. This time he reaches for my hand, and my heart flutters when I realize what he’s doing.

He places my palm on his thigh. I don’t move my hand, but I keep kissing him. A few seconds pass then he groans, leans into the kiss, a rough sound in his throat.

When his hands move to my waist, my blood heats. He lifts me onto his lap and my legs go around his waist.

“I’ve never wanted this,” he says in a low rasp.

“Neither have I.”

He kisses the side of my neck, as I move my hand to his cock. “I want to feel you…”

He grunts, making a frustrated sound. “I can’t reach the condoms from here.”

“I’m not ovulating.”

“Explain.” He usesmyword on me.

With my heart thrumming and butterflies in my tummy, I whisper, “It’s my cycle, I wouldn’t be fertile.”

His skin burns hot beneath my legs, as if the fire inside him is being stoked to a roar. “Are yousure?”

“Yes. I’m sure. I want to feel you…”

He doesn’t hesitate, I’m not even finished saying what I was going to say and he’s already lifting his hips, pushing into me.

Then, kissing me slowly, tasting, teasing me with his tongue, he uses his hands to raise and lower me onto his rock-hard length.

It’s agonizingly sexy to be upright, face-to-face with him, my body wrapped around him, and the pleasure of being so close with him deep inside of me is the most glorious feeling I’ve ever experienced.

Something inside of me lets go.

A coiled tension unwinds until I’m liquid light in his arms.

If Scout can let go.

I can let go. I can breathe.

This time he doesn’t demand my orgasm, I give it freely to him. Any remaining fragments of my heart that hadn’t gone before belong to him.

How is it possible to fall in love in a day?

The old saying,what the heart wants, the heart wants,passes through my mind.

Well, what my heart wants—no, demands—is crazy.

I didn’t know what I needed. But now I know.

Now that battered organ inside my ribs wants to fit into the broken place inside another heart and become a whole together.




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