Page 117 of Dangerous Mission
I can’t wait.
Spread open like scissors for him, pinned to the bed, open and vulnerable, I’ve never felt more safe. More able to let go.
I plant my hands on his chest and meet his hot gaze head on. “Memphis…” It’s a low, groaned version of his name that wrecks his control. Because after that he’s pure animal.
Deep, hard thrusts, rough breathing, sweat slicking his skin below my palms.
He takes everything.
My mind shatters, my heart swells, and I come like I’ve never come in my life. It’s a rolling wave of heat, a tidal wave of pleasure. The emotional release that will leave me changed forever.
This time, Scout follows me. Eyes wide open.
I press the tips of my fingers into his thighs. “I love you. I love you. I’m here for you.”
He shouts—a harsh guttural sound—then collapses onto me, fusing our mouths together. I don’t need to hear words. His heart screams at me.
Scout holds me for a long time. His silent tears dampen my hair, run down my cheek, trace over my neck, fusing our heated skin together. I take a deep breath and realize that I feel utterly safe.
How long has it been since I’ve felt this?
Pressing my body closer to his, I let his powerful body cocoon me, and I realize that I’ve never felt this.
This completion.
The insatiable need to help this man know love. To hold him. Heal him. Walk by his side.
Squeezing my eyes closed, I soak in the sensation of his emotional surrender. Today is the first day of forever.
I’m lazily stretching two hours later when Scout presses a kiss to my temple and unravels his long legs from mine.
Darkness has fallen outside, and the little house feels like a tiny, safe escape from the world. It’s only temporary. We need to work. His teammates and my brother need to be dealt with. But for one more moment, I want this more than I want anything else.
“Starving. Are you?” His voice has a sexy rasp I’ve never heard before.
I reach my arms overhead and for the first time in a year, the scars don’t tug tightly on my skin. “Twinkies?”
He chuckles softly. “I’m fine with never eating out of another vending machine again.”
I roll onto my side and enjoy the view of him stretching as he stands next to the bed. Completely naked.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he says in a husky tone.
“I was just thinking the same thing. My heavens, how did you get all that muscle?”
He shrugs casually and swipes his pants off of the floor. “Hard work.”
As he strolls out of the bedroom, I slide from the bed and walk to the bathroom, a silly grin on my face.
When the reflection in the mirror catches my eye, I see a new Aria. Cheeks tinted pink, hair in sex-tangles, nipples peaked.
Scout appears behind me, wrapping an arm around my waist. He feeds a slice of orange into my mouth.
The bright, sweet flavor bursts on my tongue and I close my eyes and moan. “So good. Way better than Oreos.”
He kisses my neck, then takes a slice for himself.
We take turns until the sweetest orange I’ve ever tasted is gone, then he flicks on the shower and drags me inside.
