Page 67 of Secret Mission

She yawns as she chuckles. “That’s so yummy.”

That little yawn, her soft, throaty chuckle—cute as fuck.

And I wish we weren’t on a skinny-ass cot in the middle of a hospital because I need to feel her naked against me.

Her fingers trail a lazy path along the cord of my neck, and I almost purr too.

Damn. Whipped boy. I’m gonna be so damned whipped.

After a beat, she whispers, “What are you thinking?”

That my dick is getting bigger by the heartbeat. I withhold that fact.

“That you have too many clothes on.”

In a flurry, she’s pushing against me. “Don’t you even go getting horny, we’re in a public building.”

This makes me chuckle. The sound feels good, like it’s kicking away some of the awful of the past twenty-four hours. “You’re not into risqué sex?”

“Nooooo!”

When I wrap my fingers around her jaw and tilt her face up, those green-silk eyes soften, and all the rough edges inside of me sigh.

“I’m falling hard for you, Ally.”

Nipping at the corner of her lip, her gaze bounces between my eyes. “You make it hard not to fall for you.”

Definitely having a big moment here.

A really big one.

I kiss her forehead.

I don’t care where we are or how we got here. I don’t want to leave. But life is going to barge in. Maybe not in the room, thanks to Justice giving us the time we need, but the clock is ticking.

“I’m sorry you had to be caught up in the battle between me and my brother.”

Her hand moves to cover my heart, the heat from that caress spreads across my bare skin. “I’m sorry that you’ve been hurting.”

Some of the old pain slides out of me when I exhale.

The truth tastes bitter in my mouth. “I was drowning in it.”

Ally wiggles up and gives me the most tender kiss I’ve ever had in my life. Like a lightning strike, I get a flash of knowing.

The moment of clarity is so pure it sounds like a crystal glass being struck inside my head.

But I’m going to have to wait ‘til we run out of oxygen to tell her. Because she feels too right, tastes like the sweetest gift ever, and I need to feel the connection with her right fucking now.

“Mack Reese,” she whispers my real name against my lips.

Her arms slide around my neck, lifting herself higher along my body.

When her leg hitches over my hip, a groan rolls through me.

“God, Ally. I want to lose myself so deep in you this very minute. I need to feel you.”

“Could we be quiet enough?”

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