Page 37 of Rogue Mission

My goooodnesss.

I knew he was muscular. But wow.

“You’re incredible,” I whisper, tracing my fingers over the dips and hollows of his strength. Letting the heat sink into my palms.

He sits forward, an arm wrapping around my back, pulling me close.

“Rosalie…” His voice breaks low in his throat, raw and unsteady. “I want to be inside you so bad I can barely see straight.”

His thumb brushes back and forth over my hip, featherlight.

“But your ribs—” He swallows hard, his jaw clenched. “I can’t risk hurting you more. Even if it kills me.”

I reach for his button. “I’m not afraid. As a matter of fact, I’ll be in much more pain if you don’t.”

He growls a curse before his tongue spears back into my mouth, delivering a promise of what’s to come.

Something in him snaps. Growls rippling through him as his left hand grips my butt, giving him the perfect hold to grind me against him.

Oh—God—yes!

I’m suddenly smiling like a fool and have to break for air.

This is me?! About to have sex in a car? What?

My only sexual partner was a bedroom-missionary-no-talking type. He might have liked to collect sharp knives, but his bedroom skills were dull as my butter knives.

Now I’m in the arms of a man who is growling and grinding me all over his gigantic erection?!

I don’t know whether to laugh, cry, or just fall apart.

“You good?” Just rasps as he drags his mouth down my neck, biting the strap of the dress and pulling it aside.

“I am so good right now.”

“I’ve got protection if you want to take this farther.”

Oh my God. I was so caught up, I hadn’t even thought about that.

“I want.”

But the gentleman in him hesitates. I can feel it in the tremor of his hands, in the tight coil of restraint holding him back.

“If you’re sure.”

My reply is to bite his ear.

He digs into his cargo pocket, brow knotted until he pulls something out. The foil packet glints between his fingers as bright as a candy wrapper.

Red and pink, and blue.

For some reason, that makes me laugh.

It seems so whimsical considering what we’re about to do.

His gaze snaps to mine at the sound, and for the first time since we met, I see him truly soften.

“You think this is funny?” he asks, low, rough, a sexy smile ghosting over his mouth.