Page 66 of Covert Vengeance

The urge to grab something and throw it at him was almost overwhelming. “God, this issounattractive.”

He shoved everything into a duffel and turned toward her, looking straight past her as he headed for the doorway.

She didn’t budge, blocking his way.

He stopped in front of her. “Excuse me.”

His voice was cold. So cold that the anxiety she’d been battling erupted like a geyser inside her, making her heart pound and her guts clench. “No.” She held her ground.Look at me, dammit. Talk to me. I can’t have you mad at me when I’m about to do an op.

He tried to push past her but she blocked him again. He stopped, let out a frustrated sigh and met her gaze.

The seething resentment in his eyes made her stomach drop. He was way beyond sulky or pissed. He was furious. Angrier than she’d ever seen him, and they’d been through a lot in their time together.

She forced the quivering insecurity aside and made a scoffing sound. “This is stupid.” No, it was bullshit. And while she might not be a genius at making a relationship work, she didn’t deserve the cold shoulder from him.

She reached out a hand, intending to place it on his chest, to forge some kind of connection and break through the wall of his anger.

He edged back. “Don’t,” he warned, his eyes drilling into hers.

All her anger subsided, his rejection and withdrawal slicing deep. She pulled herself together and lifted her chin, going for reason to melt his icy restraint. “You need to get a grip. Because this is happening, and I need you to be on board.”

He stared at her for a long moment, his expression so hard it could have been chiseled out of stone. Then he looked past her and turned sideways to walk out of the closet.

A flare of panic lit up her chest. She grabbed his shoulder to stop him. “Tyler—”

He whipped around to face her so fast that she jerked her hand back. The raw fury in his eyes slammed all the air out of her lungs. “I said don’t.”

What the hell? She understood he didn’t like the plan, or that she was putting herself at risk, but it was too late to change things now. Everything was already in motion and they would be leaving soon.

As good at compartmentalizing as she was, she was incapable of pretending this didn’t bother her. It would throw her off her game when she needed to be sharpest tonight. “Youdon’t,” she fired back. “It’s not fair for you to shut me out just because you don’t like what’s happening. You knew what to expect when we got together. You knew I was still going to operate—that I wasn’t going to quit that part of my life for you. And in case you’ve forgotten, I can handle myself—”

His low growl was her only warning.

He dropped the bag, grabbed the back of her head with one hand and brought his mouth down on hers.

She stiffened in shock for a moment. Her palms automatically went to his chest to push him back, but he locked his free arm around her waist, hoisted her off her feet and walked her backward toward their bed.

Arousal and relief punched through her in a dizzying rush.

She barely had time to wind her legs around his hips, his voracious, desperate kiss turning her heart inside out. They hit the bed, him on top of her. He blanketed her with his heavy weight, pinning her beneath him as his tongue plunged into her mouth. Her body responded immediately, a heady rush of endorphins and need rocketing through her.

It was frantic and wild, so different from anything she’d ever experienced with him before. He shoved her clothes out of the way, his mouth voracious as it moved over her body. His hands pushed her thighs apart, a low, guttural growl sounding in his throat as he buried his face between them.

Megan gasped and sank a hand into his hair, a shaky moan leaving her as she gripped the bedding with her free hand to anchor herself. It felt like she was about to fly apart, her heart hammering, lungs heaving. Just when she was getting close, he shoved his jeans down his legs and moved upward, grabbing her knees and locking them over his tightly bunched shoulders.

Both her hands shot to the center of his chest and she tensed, bracing for him to slam into her. She didn’t want to stop this. She wanted to ease him. Soothe him. She wasn’t sorry she was taking the lead on the op, but she was sorry to hurt or upset him.

Tyler stilled, staring down at her. His eyes glittered with desire, his face taut with it. He was breathing hard, his lips glistening from going down on her. But then he cupped the back of her head and sealed his mouth to hers in a dominant, somehow still tender kiss as he entered her, their position putting her completely at his mercy.

She loved every second of it.

She whimpered into his mouth, their position pinning her, making him seem twice as big as he buried his length inside her. He shuddered, a low moan rolling out of him, his tongue twining with hers.

She lifted into him, starting the rhythm, the delicious pressure coiling tighter low in her belly with each stroke. His free hand delved between their bodies to find her clit, each glide of his fingers making the pleasure burn sweeter, hotter.

In seconds, she was teetering on the brink. He didn’t stop, didn’t slow or whisper sensual or romantic things in her ear. He took her mouth as he took her body, with the single-minded determination of a man bent on her surrender.

Megan didn’t even try to resist. She softened, opened herself to the pleasure and to him, calling out his name as ecstasy spiraled through her. He nipped at her jaw, his stubble scraping along her skin, then he lifted his head to stare down at her.

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