Page 132 of Dangerous Mission
This makes him laugh again and it vibrates all of my cells.
God, I love that sound. So rich, and warm, coming right from the deepest part of him. I’m totally addicted.
With my heart glowing, I look around, feelingallthe love. “You didn’t have to get this hotel room for us. It looks expensive.”
He makes a chuffing sound. “It’s nothing. And you weren’t getting in the shower with your feet.”
“And I definitely needed a shower or a bath, I smelled like swamp.”
“We both did.”
“Is it okay if I wash you?”
His hand pauses on my elbow. “Do you want to?”
“Of course. You’re my man. I want to take care of you too.”
It feels good to my soul to take care of Scout. He’s never had that and I want to give it all to him. Every sweet, gentle gesture I can so I can replace all the bad things with good feelings.
“I’d like that.” He exhales softly against my hair and a shudder vibrates the muscles of his abs against my back. “But you can’t wash my dick.”
I crane my head around to meet his frowning expression. “And why would that be?”
“Because you’re resting tonight and if you touch me there, that won’t be happening.”
A wicked little grin tips up my lips. “We could…you know…between naps.”
“Naps…”
“You know the kind where you wake up to your girlfriend with her mouth on?—”
Blue eyes flaring, He snaps, “Aria!”
Getting back to taking care of me, he mutters something under his breath.
“What’s that big guy?”
“You’re making my cock ache.”
I sigh longingly. “Thank god. Because all I’ve been able to think about is you deep inside me, filling up this empty ache.”
I guess I did it.
Pushed him over the edge, because Scout somehow magically stands up with me in his arms, snags two towels and drips water all the way back into the hotel room. We’re halfway to the bed when a knock on the door stops him dead.
“Room service?” I ask as he growls like a feral beast.
“Not until nineteen-hundred hours. I had specific instructions on the time to deliver.”
That’s so very ‘Scout like’. He likes things orderly. I’ve lived with my brother so I know what I’m getting into, but I also know I’m going to drive him a little bit crazy because I’m not like that.
I barely know what time it is, but the clock on the dresser says five thirty. “Could it be your team?”
He lays me gently on the bed and kisses my forehead. “No fucking way. They know the consequences. Stay here.”
He tucks a towel around me and lashes the other around his waist. He’s looking through the peep-hole with his gun in his hand when he groans loud enough for me to hear it across the room. “We’re going to have a come to Jesus meeting.”
I stiffen and push to my elbows. “Who is it?”
