Page 40 of Secret Mission

I give him a tight shake of my head. “It’s okay, never mind.”

“Ally, look at my cock.”

Of course, my eyes obey his command and zoom right to his zipper. The man is veryhuge. The ridge in his pants is as big as my forearm.

When he steps closer,itfills my vision.

Still clouded with confusion, I feel the joy of my orgasm fading.

“Beautiful Ally.” His thumb brushes over my lip before he leans down and kisses me. When he’s done, he murmurs, “You think I don’t want you?”

I hold perfectly still, a fight between who I want to be and who I always have been is raging below my heated skin.

“I don’t know.”

“Did I just eat you like a starving man?”

A flush starts on my neck, climbing upward. “Yes.”

Lord, he is good with his tongue. The sensual drag and thrusting motion combined with the taste of me clinging on him is deadly.

I’m already clenching inside again, even if I don’t understand why he pulled away.

Solemn, he looks down at me from his imposing height, the color of his irises darker, stormier than ever.

I give up. Toss in the towel. Whatever he’s trying to say to me with that look is far beyond my sexual IQ.

“Don’t you want to let me pleasure you?”

That calloused thumb draws over my lower lip again. His eyes following the path, the depth of his breathing going shallow. “More than you can imagine.”

I reach up to touch his wrist, but he catches my hand. “Don’t touch me right now.”

Confusion slices me into ribbons.

“It’s not you,” he rumbles, “I can barely keep myself from wrecking you right now. But I’ve got a lot of issues to work through before we go there,ifI decide to go there.”

But wait. He was just talking about protecting me. Wanting me. Craving me.

The shredded pieces of me deflate. Over the years of dealing with my father’s hurtful ways, I’ve learned to brace for disappointment. But this hurts in a way I couldn’t have been prepared for.

My usual techniques for stopping the tears before they give me away are useless. A storm hits the back of my throat.

I’m too raw and vulnerable to fight it down.

Tugging my hand free, I force the shirt back into place and nod stiffly.

He shakes his head, tension bracketing his lips. “Don’t pull away.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t have done that, then, because I thought you were into us.”

Us.

I said it.

The word cleaves the air.

Something flashes across his expression, and he moves faster than I can anticipate, he climbs on top of me, flattening me back into the bed using a gigantic palm on my sternum.