Page 144 of Dangerous Mission

Pressing my face to the curve of her neck.

“This body only wants your hands.”

Pulling back, dragging against her g-spot.

“Now give it to me, Aria. Give me that sweet heart and body.”

The delicious sting of her nails in my skin, she keeps her eyes wide as her tongue slicks across her parted lips. “For you. For you and only you, Memphis.”

And when she comes, she pulls me down, drowning me so fucking sweetly in her love.

Chapter Seventy-Two

My voice bounces with every step Scout takes. “Oh my god, you’re really strong.”

He chuckles between my legs, making my very happy pussy tingle. “You said the same thing last night when I held you up against the wall.”

I blush so hard I can’t think of a reply. He’s right. I did compliment him on that. And a lot of other things.

One big thing in particular.

He squeezes my hips and looks over his shoulder at me with a heavy dose of hunger in his crystal blue eyes. “We have to stop talking about this right now.”

I’m grinning as I press my cheek against his back,feeling the cool damp raincoat against my heated skin. “We’ll save that for later.”

We leave it at that as he makes the final descent to the staging area for the Devil’s Belly cave entrance. Ahead of us, there’s already a flurry of activity even though daylight is just starting to break.

Griff spots us first, or maybe he’s the only one that stops what he’s doing and watches Scout carrying me.

After the choking incident last night, Scout’s team gave him so much crap, I think it helped ease some of his disbelief that I was swept off my feet.

Which was one of the reasons I told him how I did. Not that I knew he’d inhale a chunk of tomato.

He studies us as we approach until I feel like crawling out of my skin, but Scout never even tenses. Instead he pokes fun at my brother.

“Morning, Kane, snorted any tomatoes this morning?”

Oh snap.

Griff shakes his head. “Fucker.”

As Scout places me on a chair, and fixes a second chair to elevate my feet, I remind Griff that there are lots of other words he could use. But my brother doesn’t take his eye off what Scout’s doing, as if he’s cataloging every movement.

When my man steps back and crosses his arms with a satisfied look on his face, my heart squeezes. The big brute has been taking care of me since we met. Not always happily on his part, but he’s always been keeping me safe, reassuring me, making me comfy.

Really comfy. Like boneless and hoarse from groaning his name comfy.

A wave of heat hits my face. That my brother also watches. He shakes his head, ruffles my hair and shoves his hands in his pockets.

There’s a thickness to his voice when he says, “When did you grow up on me?”

Oof. A movie plays in my head of my big brother always, always looking out for me and when we lost our parents a few years apart, he became my anchor.

“A while ago. You were on a few deployments.”

He nods and goes silent for a beat.

I grab his arm. “It’s not a bad thing. I’m just saying. I was busy becoming the woman I am today while you were off saving the world. It’s just what it is.”

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