Page 27 of Hidden Attraction

He flashed a grin. “I’ll have to show you another time.”

When they stood at the side of the bed, facing each other, he realized with a jolt how different this encounter with Alyssa was from any others he ever had.

There was no frenzy to get laid, no desperate need to get his dick out. Just the quiet shedding of layers while they watched each other’severymove.

Each inch of skin she bared to him was trust given. When she dropped her bra to the floor, her light honey-colored nipples shriveled to tight buds.

With his mouth watering for a taste of her, he stepped out of his cargo pants but purposely kept his boxer briefs on. If he was going to retain control, he needed that barrier between them.

Reaching out, he cradled one full breast in his palm. Her eyelids drooped.

Watching her close, he swished his thumb over the crest of her beaded nipple, and her eyelids slipped shut, her head falling back on a silent moan.

Watching the pleasure he could give her simply by a simple touch had him achingly hard, his cock surging and leaking precum.

Slowly, he ducked his head to capture her nipple between his lips.

Alyssa bent into him, crying out, her fingers digging into his hair as she crushed him closer to her.

A growl built in his throat. In one swift move, he had her on the bed, anchored beneath him. Using sucking pulls, he explored her nipple, learning how much pressure she enjoyed and how to push her closer to the edge.

When he released her nipple, he raised his head and caught her stare fixed on him, her eyes hazy with lust.

“Nobody’s touched me in a long time,” she whispered.

He took her hand and placed it over his stiff cock threatening to tear a hole in his boxer briefs.

Her eyes flared wider.

“Me neither.”

He dived for her other breast, pressing tender kisses around the tip until she writhed under him. Her hand slipped between them, down the length of his cock, until he thought he’d blow if he didn’t stop her.

He settled a hand on her hip, memorizing the curve that fit his hand so perfectly that he’d never look at her the same way again.

Alyssa explored him with a light, pattering touch, her fingers dancing over a scar that ran across his shoulder blade, a reminder of a bullet he took his first year on Echo. The day he learned never to turn his back on anybody.

“You’ve been through hell,” she rasped out.

He stared down into her eyes. “Still standing.”

“Actually…you’re lying down.”

He huffed out a laugh and settled his lips across hers with a new brand of hunger.

Suddenly, he got it. How Con had fallen for Sophie, and Henner for May. Having a shared goal with Alyssa was intoxicating.

And Denver was right—he did think she was cute. More than cute.

If he was honest, he’d been attracted to Alyssa since the day he saw her walking into a building in Syria, oozing with confidence as she faced an armed gunman to free those hostages.

Fuck.

He couldn’t quit touching her. He kneaded her hip, tracing a line down to her outer thigh.

She arched beneath him, her intoxicating scent filling him with a pounding need he couldn’t stop.

Then she parted her thighs, wrapped them around his waist, and he felt the slick heat of her pussy pressed against his cock.

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