Page 75 of Rogue Mission

TWENTY-NINE

An hour later

There is zero chance the steering wheel is going to slip from my grip. I’m not sure if my hands will come unglued after this drive. I’ll have to raid Westerly’s building with it as a weapon.

God.I’m so jacked.

Every mile drives another spike into the tight coil in my stomach.

It’s another moment to think of all the things that could go wrong when I take Rosalie with me to capture an employee of Allison’s father’s company, and try to recover the missing soil sample.

Worst idea ever.

But leaving her behind was NOT a choice. Not when there’s someone out there trying to eliminate her. Not when we need all hands on deck.

I’m going to be a madman when this is done. There won’t be a sane brain cell inside my skull when this night is over. Go ahead and plan to have me committed.

As long as it includes locking me in with her.

For a year.

“Yeah, that’s what I want,” I mutter before I can stop myself.

See, already losing my mind.

“Hmm? Did you say something?”

“Talking to myself.”

Annnnnd trying to keep my eyes on the road. Failing miserably apparently, because one wheel dips off the pavement, shooting gravel against the underside of the company SUV.

Her hand shoots out, grabbing the ‘oh-shit’ bar. “Whew, that was exciting.”

Fucking hell. Her voice is all breathless too.

Heat crawls upward from the base of my spine.

Don’tlook. Keep your eyes on the road!

Do not think about how she looks like a gorgeous, breath-stealing contradiction. Worrying at her fingernail one moment, but all decked out in the tactical gear the girls kitted her up with.

Shifting in my seat, I press my palm against my dick.

Down, you bastard.

You’ve already caused enough trouble.

Getting balls deep in Rosalie without a condom. I mean for real? Bastard made me forgot all about protection.

Dragging a hand over my open mouth, I grunt something unintelligible, that’s surely the sound every dangerously aroused male has made.

That tiny, tight pussy…

My ruin.

More like my obsession.

“What are you wearing under those cargo pants?” I grate out, the vein in my temple starting to throb.