Page 35 of Rogue Mission
The walls go up inside me to keep me from fracturing.
I thought I was strong. Tough. Big, badass SEAL. But not anymore.
Rosalie fundamentally changed me. And I don’t know if I’ll ever be the same again.
“It’s my job and my pleasure,” I reply, unable to drag my eyes away from her.
She’s sweet and perfect, with the big luminous eyes, the cute bow to her lips, and the little furrow between her brows.
Licking her thumb clean of icing, a faint blush creeps across the gentle slope of her cheeks as she offers me more.
Say no.
Fucking shake your head. Let her down easy. Back away.
Rosalie probably thinks this thing between us is normal. But it’s not. I’m not.
My feelings for her are reckless.
Selfish. Almost uncontrollable.
“Okay, give me some of that thing,” I say wishing I’d accepted it the first time, because she’s just trying to take care of me.
Me.
Rosalie tears off another corner of her sugar bomb and lifts it to my mouth. Her gaze lingers on my lips as I take it in, slowly chewing.
The air around us hums with tension. That one act is so innocent, and anything but.
Her watching mewrecksme.
Heat erupts across my chest, coils up my throat.
I’ve never trusted myself to fall in love—not after the way I let my family down.
And now… I’ve let her down too.
“Do you like it?” she asks cautiously, her pale eyes tracking my movement and emotions with analytical precision.
“I like you.”
My honesty shocks me.
She smiles. It’s a soft expression with more power than a two-ton wrecking ball.
Without thinking, my hand finds her thigh, possessively gripping that soft, forbidden land.
Something is building inside me, a roar that needs to escape.
I need to hold her. Skin to skin. Need to be inside her.
But God help me, I might destroy everything in the process.
Yet Rosalie is persistent.
Slowly, she feeds me another bite.
Tension ripples through the air, the intimacy of that simple act unleashing a current between us.
