Page 18 of Secret Mission

Oh.

Definitely coconut and… man?

Spicy. Warm.

Oh,god.

When I swing my head to the right, it all comes back.

I jolt upright so fast my head spins. “Oh!Jesus!”

Dizzy!

My hand flies out to steady myself and lands…

Right on the big stranger’s cock.

At least that’s what I think it is.

But it’s really freaking big. Like a log with a plump rounded head.

“Fuck!” he shouts.

Jolted from a dead sleep, he explodes off the bed in one fluid motion. Muscles flex and coil, his body taut with instinct.

A gasp flies from my mouth, my focus locked on the knife. Glinting silvery light, its razor-edge mere inches from my face. In the hands of a man who holds it like he’s not averse to do mortal combat.

His soldier’s gaze flicks around us. “Goddammit, what’s wrong?”

“N-nothing.” I almost laugh. But nothing about this is funny. This situation is so wrong. “I just… I got dizzy and grabbed… your…I mean, the first thing I could.”

His dick apparently.

His gaze falls to my hand, now clenched into a tight fist against my leg. It’s on fire.

“Fuck’n A, woman,” he mutters, his shoulders dropping as his arm falls to his side, the knife still catching the hazy tropical light.

I’m so stunned I can’t move, and it’s not because he almost filleted me, or because I just had a close encounter with his appendage.

He was sleeping next to me…

Like we…

No.

But I can’t drag my stare away from the corded tendons in his white-knuckled grip—still wrapped around the weapon. A big dangerous-looking field knife, wrapped easily in his oversized palm. Like it was made to go there.

I’m reminded of a wild animal that’s been tamed… only it never really is. We only pretend to have cajoled a beast into submission, but its primal, dangerous nature is right there, coiled. Waiting to reemerge.

A flash of nerves hits me as my mind snatches at a scene from a few hours ago—about how that hand felt on me.

Commanding. The primal animal in him prowling just below the surface as he surely and boldly checked for injuries on the riverbank.

And before that, he touched me protectively when the gunshots were around us.

Stifling a groan of annoyance, I look away.

I shouldn’t like his touch so much.

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