Page 70 of Secret Mission

He makes this sound so simple.

I guess when you break it down to that, it really is. “I don’t understand how this is happening so fast, but I feel the same thing.”

“Good,” he rasps with a conclusive ring.

Like that’s it. Life is as simple as this.

He kisses my neck.

Maybe it is this simple.

He masterfully pulls my T-shirt completely off and starts to work on my sports bra. “I hate these fucking things.”

“So do I.”

We grin at each other until he presses his lips against my breastbone. Right over the pounding drum in there. “I’m wrapping this pretty little present up in some silk lingerie when we get back to the States.”

A little thrill races through me.

Something so simple as buying me lingerie feels like the man is giving me the world.

His mouth moves left, and when his tongue dances over the peak of my nipple, I sigh raggedly. “Okay.”

Okay because I’m totally onboard with his tongue doing that crazy good feeling thing he’s doing. And because I’ve never owned any silk lingerie and the idea of someone buying it for me makes me stupidly giddy. So light, I could float up into the clouds.

A loud creak startles me. The cot protests again and we’re not even moving.

Truck laughs against my neck as he nips me there. “Gonna break the fuck out of this thing.”

“Maybe we should move to the stretcher.”

Whoa, girl.

I can’t believe I said that. Even more, I can’t believe I’m about to have risqué sex in a hospital room with his friend standing guard outside the door.

Who am I right now?

But I don’t have time to espouse this because Truck picks me up like I’m a paper doll, strides across the room, and compresses the breath out of me when he climbs on the stretcher and lowers his body to mine.

“Icouldget some work done here.”

Oh my.

I’m surprised the sheets don’t catch on fire from the embarrassment at the thought of getting caught on the hospital bed.

But the minute he hooks a finger under the button of my work pants, I forget. All my brain is capable of is craving. The ache so strong it’s pulsing inside of me. A living thing that I have no control over.

He licks his lips, eyes scraping over me, causing a shiver to tighten my skin.

Something happens, though. A flash of something in his stormy ocean eyes, and he shakes his head.

“Fuck. What am I doing?”

I’m too shocked to move, so I just stare up at him as a play of emotions cross his face.

“The first time I’m going to be inside of you is not going to be in a fucking hospital bed. I want to take my time with you,tumble you in soft sheets, doze off afterwards in lazy afternoon sunlight. Not this.”

Oh.

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