Page 47 of Trapped With the Secret Agent

Safe?

Holy flying fuck, what was he doing?

Their eyes locked. Both of them were sucking in deep rattling breaths, as if they’d run a race.

The space above them was quiet. Nor could he hear anything in their immediate surroundings. Sometime during their kiss, the scavengers had left. How long had he been kissing her? Seconds? Minutes? Did it fucking matter?

He’d taken his eyes off the fucking ball.

She lay across his lap, her arms around his neck, and he had her pressed so tight against his chest, an earthquake couldn’t have separated them. Even in the poor light he could tell that her lips were puffy and red, her gaze fuzzy with pleasure.

He should ease back, give them both some space and time to regain their composure, but all he wanted to do was strip her bare and taste every inch of her.

Chapter Ten

Georgia stared up atPeter, her gaze caught on the primitive expression on his face.

His kiss had shocked her. It wasn’t even on her list of things she expected him to do with an unknown number of people rooting around in the shack above their heads. She’d watched as his head lowered, sick to her stomach with worry that they might be found, wondering what other important piece of information he had to whisper to her. It wasn’t until his lips touched hers that she understood that his intention had been to kiss her all along.

At first, he’d been gentle and kind, and so careful she’d wanted to scream. He pulled away after a few seconds of light contact, only to seize her mouth in a full body contact kiss that surprised and satisfied her. For a little while.

“I don’t know about safe,” Peter said as he stared down at her, his expression morphing into a blank mask. “But they’re gone.”

She wanted more now. Wanted all of him, but he was withdrawing, physically and emotionally.

“What’s our next step?” she asked, more to get him talking than for the actual information.

He sighed long and deep. “Stay out of sight.” He eased his hands under her and lifted her off his lap, setting her on the crate she’d abandoned earlier. “Get to the base without getting caught, shot, or blown to bits.”

A chill rolled through her at his stripped down, succinct list.

Well, she had asked. “Ok. Just tell me what I need to do or not do.”

His expression was pensive, but then he met her gaze, and he winced. “I shouldn’t have kissed you.”

Ouch.

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