Page 141 of Dangerous Mission
A little thrill races through me and he studies me as my tongue quickly slips across my lips. “I’d like to do that with you. I’d like to do everything with you and only you.”
“Aria Kane, you never cease to surprise me.”
A heartbeat later, he’s crushing my mouth with hungry, searching lips. When he pulls back, it’s only long enough to whisper, “Fuck, I love you.”
Yes.This.All of this.
My happy meter blows completely apart as the needle pegs so far to the right it’s never going to be the same.
Then he’s delving both hands into my hair, climbing onthe bed, to crouch over me with his thighs on either side of mine.
As he deepens the kiss, my hands seek him out, shaking with the need to touch his skin.
He groans into my mouth when I find the tight muscles of his abs. Heat scorches my fingertips, making my body sing in response.
I’ve never felt that response to touching a man before. He elicits so many first time responses, I’ve lost count. Like the bone deep need to make him mine, to love him, hold him, show him how special he is. Have his back. Take his pain.
These realizations tighten my insides, starving me for air.No, not air.Him.
I need him skin-to-skin on me. Deep inside. Fusing us from head to toe and everywhere in between.
When I drag his shirt up his back, he reaches up and tears it off and over his head in one violent move. Then he’s gloriously naked from the waist up for me to see.
I saw him only hours ago, but I already forgot how much I love his body.
“It’s yours.” His rough reply rumbles in the quiet space between us.
“I love all of this. I love you.”
He trails a finger down my neck, across a sensitive spot on my collarbone, pushing the neckline of the t-shirt down. Every place he touches goosebumps. “I love you in my shirt.”
“Except that first time.” Grinning, I tease as my pulse flies.
“Oh, I loved the way you looked, all warm and sexy as fuck, but I was furious I didn’t remember touching you. And goddamn, I wanted to touch you in the most…” His palm slides under the fabric, stretching the neckline as he finds my throbbing nipple.
Voice low, he finishes, “Dirty ways.”
And my shirt vanishes in some magic trick that involves hot hands all over me.
“On your back.” It’s a grunted command.
“I am on my back.”
He knocks the pillows off both sides of the bed. “No sweetheart, that was not on your back. “This—” he leans down and devours my nipple until his lips are damp and dark red. “Is on your back.”
Then he trails that mind wrecking tongue of his down the centerline of my stomach. When I start to arch, he flattens his hand over my lower tummy, spanning all of me with the width of his palm. “No, this is on your back. My feast. My playground to enjoy.”
“Oh.Scout.” I latch my fingers on the corded muscles of his shoulders as he breathes on my bare skin. No panties under that shirt, the entire time his team was here.
Just bare wet pussy that’s now below his gaze. I’m so aroused I can smell my own scent perfuming the space around us.
For a few seconds he inhales me like I’m fine wine, then he brushes his mouth over one hipbone, then the other. “I want you to have a baby with me.”
Wait! What?
I’m pretty sure I heard something screech to a halt.
I’m stunned speechless, my fingers digging into his shoulders, but apparently he’s not out of words.
