Page 112 of Rogue Mission
“Want me to lower you out the window?”
“Can you?” She perks up, looking at me hopefully.
God. My damned heart cannot take this woman.
I tuck her close. Pulling the blanket off the floor over us where we’re lying on the mattress. Which is now on the floor.
It took some work, but I managed it without getting off the bed. Kind of like riding a raft behind a boat.
Rosalie was laughing, covering her face the whole time.
“You’re not right,” she finally chuckles into my neck.
I slide my fingers into her hair. Just soaking in her warmth. “I warned you.”
She’s quiet for a beat, then she sighs. “Thank you.”
“What for, babe?”
“Just being so…dominant. I needed to let go.”
There’s a burr in my throat. I felt bad about taking her so rough, but…
“I needed that too,” I admit.
She wiggles closer, slipping her leg between mine. “I feel so safe with you. I didn’t realize how unsafe I felt before you.”
For a long beat I stare at the ceiling.
“Thank you,” I whisper, words coarse with emotions as I glide fingers sliding up and down her back.
God, if you’re out there. I need backup.
“I’m so sleepy now,” she says, finishing with a tiny yawn.
“Drift off, honey. I’ve got you.”
Sometime later I drift off too. Not sure how, when all I could do as I stared at the ceiling was think about an assassin plying his trade.
Circling. For my woman.
When I wake up, I’m disoriented, cold sweat beaded on my face. Where am I?
Fuck.
“Rosalie?”
The door’s open.
I grab my gun, taking the stairs by storm.
FORTY
I didn’t want to wake Justice, but I HAD to go to the bathroom.
And since the cabin is small, there are two options. The hallway bathroom downstairs, or possibly one in Walton’s bedroom.
Pulling on my borrowed clothes, I had tiptoed out, hoping Justice would know I was safe.
