Page 32 of Booker's Mission

“Booker, for the love of god, either send me over or thrust inside. Because if you keep me hanging here, one more second…”

She’d do some crazy DEA ninja move. Maybe shoot him in the ass with his Sig. That’s what the furrowed brows and piercing stare suggested.

Booker leaned forward, wedging her thighs farther apart as he brushed his mouth over hers. Drank in her next gasping breath. “Now, we’ve reached the right level of desperate. Hold on, sweetheart, this ride’s about to get bumpy.”

CHAPTER10

Now,she was desperate enough? When she’d been practically begging him for the past thirty minutes. Or had it been an hour? She wasn’t sure. Didn’t have the strength to check because…

He’d been relentless. Drowning in her arousal as he’d continuously taken her to the edge without ever pushing her over. Giving her just enough time to ground herself before repeating everything. Taking her to the brink, again.

Callie couldn’t wait, any longer. Not when her voice was already hoarse from saying his name. Her fingers cramped from clenching his hair. And if he kept her thighs wrapped around his massive shoulders for one more minute, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to move them.

Booker seemed completely oblivious to how far gone she was. That, or he was enjoying it, the sexy bastard. And she swore she’d get her revenge. Tease him for twice as long after she’d recovered from this session. Once he’d finally eased the fire burning beneath her skin.

Having him pick her up was unexpected. Had her gasping in a quick breath before he was twisting — laying down on the floor with her straddled over him. Which only confirmed her suspicions that the guy was nuts. If he thought she had the energy to actually ride him…

He smoothed his hands up her thighs, drawing lazy circles across her skin, looking so damn gorgeous she had to fight back tears. He was so much more than she’d bargained for, and she knew she’d never be able to go back to how it had been before this mission. Nothing but work. Forever living a lie. She wanted more.

She wanted him.

Booker paused, hands cupping her hips, gaze centered on her before he sighed, pushing up until she was trapped between his thighs and his chest. “Do I want to know what you’re thinking? Because you seem a hundred miles away, which doesn’t speak much to my ability to go beyond mind-blowing.”

She snorted, leaning into him. Loving the way his breath mixed with hers. “You’ve already gone beyond mind-blowing. And I was just thinking that you’re crazy if you think I have any strength left to do all the work.”

He studied her, and she knew he was somehow reading beyond the obvious. That he suspected she was hiding something. “I’ll help. I just didn’t want your back on the floor.”

“Baby, I’ll take my back on the floor, against the wall, or balanced on that stupid crate and not feel anything but what you’re doing to me. You can pick slivers out of my skin for the next week. But beyond that… I just really need you above me. Holding me. Nothing but your gaze locked with mine.”

Frozen. That’s what he looked like. As if time had stopped, and she was the only one still moving. Hurtling forward. She was just about to snap her fingers in front of his face — see if he really was frozen — when he closed his eyes and rested his forehead against hers.

This had to be love. The two of them in that crappy shack, oblivious to the wind rattling the walls, blowing rain and bits of leaves through the cracks in the boarded window. Nothing really registering but the beating of their hearts. How their chests pressed against each other in perfect sync.

That frozen time she’d just been thinking about.

Booker didn’t move, didn’t speak, just held her, each exhalation sounding forced. As if he was pushing the air around some kind of lump in his throat. Much like her, only she knew exactly what the lump was. Those three words trying to claw their way free.

Had she actually said them out loud? Groaned? Whispered his name? Because he went from holding her tight, to spinning on his ass, grabbing his shirt, then placing her on top of it. It was still damp, the fabric cold against her back, but she didn’t care because he was exactly how she wanted him. His weight braced on his elbows. Every inch of their bodies touching as he stared down at her, his hair teasing his eyes. That perfect mouth lifted into a smile.

She traced her finger along his jaw, grinning at the firm brush of stubble. “Is this going to hurt your elbows?”

“What elbows?”

Definitely love.

He leaned down, kissing her softly, as if she might fly apart if he used more force. “Before we finally do this right, you need to know that I don’t have any condoms.”

She lifted her head enough to nip at his bottom lip. “Unless this is your way of telling me you have something you shouldn’t be sharing…”

“Of course, not.”

“Then, carry on, soldier. I’m on birth control, so…”

A strangled groan sounded around them, his head falling to her forehead, again. “Christ. You really are determined to kill me.”

“Thinking, if we’re gonna die…”

“Agreed. But not today.”