Page 37 of Secret Mission

The crackle of heat that chases the sensation makes me grunt. “Sweetie, you keep making noises like that, and you’ll find out just how unhinged I am right now.”

I push her knees wide with the column of my thigh, settling in on the bed on my knees, right where I’ve been dying to be: between her spread legs.

A tremor rocks through me as the T-shirt rides up her thighs, giving me the first peek of the shadowy vee.

My mouth conjures up a dust storm.

For a beat, I just stare.

Breath inching in and out of me.

Disbelief, determination, and something like an awakening makes my heart pound harder by the second.

I need this. I fucking needher.

Like air. Like water.

Like goddamned food for my cells that have been dormant piles of ash.

“Fuck all, look how hot you are. God bless, Ally, this—my shirt—shoved up around your soft thighs.” A growl rumbles deep in my chest as my knuckle skims along the inside of her knee making her goosebump all over. “It should be a crime for you to wear anything else. Ever again.”

She laughs softly. “Now you’re back to sounding kind of scary.”

“That’s honest. Right now, I’m trying to figure out how to keep you naked and aroused for the rest of our natural lives.”

“You’re crazy.” A tiny laugh escapes Ally’s kiss-stained lips, and then her eyes dance. “Are you always like this in bed? I didn’t take SEALs for being so…poetic. I thought it was all military jargon and bro-isms.”

“Well, it was. Right now, I’m on a different kind of mission.”

Something changes in her expression, but I’m no mind reader.

All I know is, the power this woman has over me has cracked open something.

“When it comes to your pussy, honey, I’ve been turned into a blessed romantic. I could tell you about how beautiful your body is all day long.”

When I tugged her wet clothing free and saw the long slope of her legs, the small, pert breasts, and the little pale-mocha landing strip pointing toward heaven, I was done.

I’ve had plenty of women. I was engaged, for Christ’s sake. But there was a deep foreign feeling inside me when I saw Ally.

It stopped me dead.

“That’s how I feel before I’ve eaten you like that juicy ass fruit you were slurping on. And god, don’t even get me started on how blessed tight your little body is going to be on my fat cock.”

“Truck, you’re a lot to take.” Shaking her head, she reaches out to touch me. “But I’m not going to lie to you. My body is going crazy right now.”

She’s not the only one.

Toast. That’s me. The burnt kind. No longer able to lie to myself about how wrong and how right this is.

“Enough talking. More touching,” I rasp.

Letting the pads of my fingers explore the soft, sweet flesh of her left leg, I say a prayer for strength.

My exhale is a ragged sound.

I need control.

She doesn’t have time to react because I take her like a starving man, first, nosing the fabric higher, out of the way, then sucking her pussy in my open mouth.