Page 117 of Stealth Mission

I’ll buy a thousand dresses to get to watch that again.

From his expression, I know it’s only made him more dangerous.

“I’ve been dreaming about this.” His tone is husky.

Finding my nipple with his thumb and finger, he leans down, positioning his heavy pelvis in the cradle of my legs.

“This.”

The hotly whispered word dances over my ear as he flexes his body and pushes against my pussy.

I breathe wildly as he nudges, stretching me around his head.

Oh god.I love the heat. The pressure.

“Fuck.” He tenses above me and lets out a low growl. “Mari, don’t move. Fucking hell. I didn’t cover up. My wallet is at the jail. I don’t have any latex.”

“What!?” I fist the bedding below me. My mind is flying a million miles an hour.

Do I have any condoms?

No, fool!

“I don’t have any condoms. I haven’t even ever had sex in Vandemora. Only when I was in college.” I grab his arms. “You can’t leave me hanging like this.”

I want to scream. All of this build up and…

He lifts up just enough to look down at me. The expression on his face isn’t tortured like I expected. It’s concerned. “Hey, beautiful.”

My tongue darts across my lips as I tremble below him, adrenaline pumping through my body. “Yeah.”

He lays his palm against my face, stroking his thumb over my cheek. “I’ve been tested for everything. It’s standard protocol for the kind of work I did in the Navy.”

A tiny ray of hope blooms inside my tummy.

Still trying to catch my breath, I rush out a reply. “I had a women’s health physical, and I haven’t had sex in…”

I close my eyes and cringe. “Three years before the truck incident with you.”

When my lids flutter open, the tension lines around his mouth soften. He ducks down and kisses my brow. “You call what we did an incident, huh?”

“I don’t like to think about the explosion. Would you prefer I say the time when you made me a believer in the power of your cock?”

The dark gray in his eyes turns to diamond silver as he laughs. “You’re a funny girl. I never know what you are going to say. Or do, for that matter, little jail breaker.”

Hooking my ankles around his thighs, I say not so teasingly, “I’m a desperate girl right now, and the only kind of trouble I want to cause is right here in this bed with you.”

His voice goes husky. “What do you say…”

I reach for him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. “I want you.”

“I love hearing that, but I want you to say you want me bare.”

Instant heat engulfs my face. Just the idea of Evan being deep inside of me, filling me with his cum is enough to make my blood burn like lava.

“Evan, I want you bare. I want to feel you and nothing but you.”

He drops his significant weight on me, making a relieved sound as he does. Then he takes my face in his hands and kisses me slowly with the head of his cock seated in my entrance.

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