Page 61 of Covert Mission

My entire body flushes with heat from head to toe. I suck in a breath. It feels like I’m inhaling fire.

He flicks my bra open before I know what’s happening and that molten gaze turns wild.

He bites his lip and slowly shakes his head from side-to-side. “Look at those beautiful fucking nipples.”

A moan fills the room. I’m afraid it’s coming from me.

Although, I’m pretty sure I’ve never made a sound like that. I can never remember being so turned on.

And I know without a doubt that I’ve never thought of my nipples as pretty before, but with him looking at me like I’m something to be devoured, I feel damned hot.

A wicked grin tucks the corners of his sexy mouth in. “Looking at you makes me crazy… I could hammer nails with my cock right now.”

Beast proceeds to glide one of his rough palms over one nipple, then the other. He makes a husky sound of approval.

My mouth falls open. I fight to control my breathing.

As his hand drags across my skin, it suddenly occurs to me that I’ve been sweating all day. Not just sweating, I’ve been stress-sweating, and losing water by the buckets. My skin is coarse with my own salt. I feel grimy. I probably reek?—

“Beast…maybe I should?—”

I lose my words when he rises up over me, all of that powerful body hovers above me. He drives his fingers into my hair and tugs my head back in a fast move. His mouth is on my neck a second later. I’m suspended by his massive arm around my mid-back.

It’s a possessive, dominant move.

My core throbs and pulses.

Whoa. I’ve never felt that sensation before.

He inhales as he tastes my skin. “God, you smell good. I’ve had your scent in my nose all day.”

Oooookay.

As he leans closer to me, I suck in little breaths. He’s been sweating too, but all I can smell is his masculinity mixed with clean sweat. It makes lust roar through me until I’m levitating, floating on a soft cloud of pleasure.

When he bites my neck, I squeal.

My god, that feels good.

I gather that he likes to bite. Who knew I’d be so down with that?

He chuckles darkly. “That makes me want to bite you again. I love hearing you let go.”

Let go? Does he mean to die from pleasure?

I’m afraid I wouldn’t be able to do anything but let myself go, even if it’s right to the grave.

He leans over me and murmurs, “You’re the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.”

For real.

I might die.

With one hand locked in my hair, my neck arched back, my nipples pointing up in the air, I feel incredibly vulnerable and sexier than I’ve ever felt in my life.

“Fuck,” he rumbles, and then he kisses me with a ferocity that makes my vision waver behind my closed lids. My fingers bite into his arms as I shift my legs on the bed.

The man devours me as if he’s got one mission—to destroy the memory of any kiss before this one. His secret weapon is his tongue. Or maybe it’s his hands. Or maybe it’s the heat of his lips and the scruff of his beard.

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