Page 59 of Rogue Mission
My hands tingling from choking the man.
Right now it feels too risky to touch her.
“I saw through the glass,” I say hoarsely, dragging in air through my nose. “When I realized what he was doing, I nearly tore the damn wall down.”
“Thank heavens you’re safe,” she whispers. “I knew you’d come for me if you could.”
“I came as soon as I could.”
With a jagged sob, Rosalie. launches at me. She hits my chest full-force. “I thought you’d been taken or worse.”
“No, but Beast is missing.” It rips a hole in me to say that.
She hugs me tighter. “We’ll find him.”
Her words steal my last ounce of resistance. My fierce, fragile, beautiful girl.
“My Rosalie,” I half-growl, half-whisper into her hair, trying to get the monster inside of me back into its cage.
“Justice,” she counters as she sniffs.
There’s a shake to my voice, when I tease her. “You sure know how to get in trouble.”
She nods against my chest, laughing weakly, and for a second I let myself breathe her in until my heart slows enough to remember her ribs.
“Damn it.” I ease my arms, skimming my palms up her arms, checking for damage. “Your ribs were hurting. I forgot.”
“I’m fine,” she says, voice husky and shaky as mine. “Kind of forgot about them with all the drama. When I found out you were missing, I nearly went crazy.”
I cradle her face between my hands, thumbs brushing her damp cheeks. My throat feels raw, my body is twitchy. “I’m sorry, I’m here now.”
God, I want to be worthy.
Never believed I’d trust myself to be that for someone though.
But here we are.
Inches apart. Her breath tangles with mine. She’s soft where I’m hard, warm where I’m ice. And I’m done pretending.
“I need to kiss you,” I whisper with my throat stinging, my fingers cradle around her cheek. “Right. Now.”
“Thank god, because I don’t think I can stand it if you don’t.”
Her answer is a rush of air and fast words, and a beat later, I’m closing the gap between us.
All the emotions of rescuing her from the industrial complex come back with a rush.
She holds onto my tactical vest, and I let my fingers curl around her neck. When my thumb finds her pulse, lightning shoots through every nerve I’ve got left.
I need Rosalie. Need to possess her in every way a man can.
She whimpers when I tilt her head back into my palm and it takes a force of extreme willpower to pull my mouth away when all I want to do is bite my way down her neck.
A rumbled groan comes from my throat. “I need to talk to you. Not here.”
She shivers, whispers something back, but I’m already lost. Taking her delicious mouth again, tasting her desire.
When I pull back, again, I hold her tightly to my chest. “So sorry, this happened to you, baby.”
