Page 25 of Stealth Mission

There’s humor in his voice. “Sweetheart, you’re blushing hard right now. Bet I can make you even hotter. Want to hear how?”

A desperate laugh bubbles out of me.

“No! I can’t take anything else. Please turn down the volume on your sexuality right now. My poor brain already got cooked today.”

He reaches for me, wrapping his hand around my wrist. A gentle stroke of his thumb almost shatters me into a bazillion bright pieces.

“Glad to see you laughing. That’s much better than before.”

We sit together, him touching my arm for a minute as heat pulses off of my face. But a warm glow sets up shop in my chest.

I get so comfy, my mouth opens and out comes an embarrassing confession. “I don’t remember the last time I was reallyhappy.”

Walt’s hand releases my arm. I flinch when his knuckles brush against my bare shoulder. “That’s a crying shame, sugar. I think we need to fix that.”

Chapter Eleven

Her skin is like silk. The newest reason that I’m totally screwed.

Mission control we have a problem. I am way out of bounds for so many reasons. Clearly, Marianna is running in a rich crowd. I make damn good money, but I’m never going to have gold-gilded anything.

On top of that, I’m in the middle of a mission. My head needs to be in the game, our client’s missing daughter deserves that from me.

But hell if I can resist touching the most alluring woman I’ve ever met.

My fingertips are buzzing as Marianna watches me touch her.

Slowly, I let my hand glide up her shoulder, across the thin strap of her dress, to the warmth of her neck.

“I’ve wanted to touch you here all day.”

Her exhale is the softest whisper.

I unfurl my fingers along her nape. The heavy weight of her hair presses against the back of my hand. “Fuck, sweetheart, I love your hair. And this pretty neck is begging for my teeth.”

A tiny moan parts her lips as her eyes drift closed. The tremor that runs through her almost makes me groan. I lean in and press my nose against her temple, inhaling that sweet warm scent I’ve been thinking about since this morning.

“I can’t stop myself from kissing you right now.”

Her hand is suddenly on my thigh. The tips of her fingers contracting against the fabric of my trousers.

When I tip her face toward me by grasping her chin, her lips part.

I’m a goner.

A wild recklessness pulses through me. I’m hard as a rock when our mouths come together in a searing crash.

Her hand flexes on my thigh, as she opens her mouth to me, inviting me in with a throaty sound.

Fuck. Yes.Sweet, hot. Perfect.

Every slide of my tongue makes her lean into me harder. Causes her fingers to bite more. The air around us is heavy and pulsing with our need.

She’s panting, her gaze wild, when she pulls back. For a long beat she stares at me, until she speaks in a throaty whisper. “What are we doing?”

I lick my lips, and hold her face in my palms. There’s a heavy drum beat inside my chest and my trousers are cutting off my damned circulation. “Steaming up the windows.”

She laughs, but doesn’t move to get away from me. Instead, she plants her palms against my chest and fists my shirt. “Why are you stopping?”

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