Page 23 of Stealth Mission

Velvety low, dripping with that accent of his, his words invade all my senses. The light changes in his eyes, making my laugh disappear on a quick exhale.

Not a threat?Bahahaha.

This man is the ultimate threat.

Any woman with functioning ovaries is at risk for disaster.

I am not safe. By a long shot.

Which is why I should push him out of the car like he’s on fire.

I turn to face him, ready to ask him to leave, but my breath lurches inside my lungs when I see that his tie is off now—it’s a dark coil of silk lying in his lap.

Crazy how that small strip of fabric snaps my eyes to it like a magnet.

Or maybe it’s the thick hunk of man below that’s making a huge bulge in his pants.

Hot prickles unfurl under my skin, first my arms, then my chest, up my neck. I clear my throat and drag my gaze up—only to get another eyeful.

The collar of his shirt is also unbuttoned.

Wheeze.

There’s a dusting of short chest hair visible, along with a peek of tan skin over strong collarbones. Then there’s the muscular column of his neck.

My mouth goes dry and my tongue chooses to stick to the roof of my mouth.

He was wearing a T-shirt earlier, but this is a thousand times sexier.

Or maybe I’m just tuned in to his masculinity now like a radio receiver.

Walt shifts in his seat, chuckling.

“What?” I ask, confused.

“I thought you were going to clock Sylvester the Pussycat with your little purse.”

I snort, almost grateful for the distraction. “You didn’t just call him a cartoon feline.”

“I can’t say that name without thinking of the show. By the way, what’s with all the light blue silk he was wearing? Was there a big Easter sale at Macy’s?”

My belly tickles with a laugh.

This is trouble.

Walt is not only handsome. He’s funny. Sexy as hell. And protective.

I sigh, this time almost happily. “Sylvester is ridiculous. Baby blue is his favorite color. It is so weird because the man is pure evil, if you ask me.”

When I lean back and sigh again, he looks at me like he’s waiting for me to continue.

I wave a hand in front of my face trying to slough off some of the heat. “I can’t see you in baby blue, ever. And I just have to say…Walt, you are a nice surprise in the monotony of weirdness that makes up my life these days.”

He goes very still except his gaze shifts my way. It’s pulsing with energy. “You, too, babe.”

I fight to swallow.

This man steals my breath, over and over.

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