Page 60 of Rogue Mission
“It’s okay. Now that you’re here everything is okay.”
Jesus.Now I can’t give the team guys shit.
I’ve been hit in the face by the love brick.
My right hand finds her hip and squeezes hard, possessively claiming what’s mine.
She moans, twists her fingers into my shirt, and I swear I’m seconds from losing every shred of discipline I’ve got left.
She pulls back just enough to plant a hand on my chest plate and push me. “Stop. You have to stop.”
As I drag my thumb across her damp bottom lip, I breathe roughly. “I’m glad one of us has some sense, because I don’t. Not when it comes to you.”
Her eyes go wide. She glances at the one-way mirror, whispers something about tearing my clothes off, and I bite back a groan, sliding my open mouth along her neck.
Tone husky, I say, “We need to get somewhere alone. Fast.”
“Did you pay my bail?” she asks, grinning. “Or is this a conjugal visit?”
Lord. This girl.A conjugal visit?Only she would think of that.
“The charges have been dropped. Courtesy of Agile.” I squeeze her hips, forcing my voice steady when I’m an earthquake inside. “Breaking and entering charge is bogus. We’ve got the videos to clear you.”
“What about the m-murder charge?” she stumbles over the word.
Casting a glance toward the one-way glass, I say, “Let’s talk about this when we’re alone. Don’t worry your pretty head.”
“Oh my god, I love you.”
The way her eyes widen as the words slip out of her, tell me she made a mistake.
But god, how that mistake set up in my marrow. It’s a hot, electric sensation that energizes me.
TWENTY-THREE
Justice pushes open the door of the police station guiding me out, while I choke on the lump in my throat.
I said,I love you.
And he didn’t say it back. Not that I expect him to. I kind of slipped up, got all in my feels and it just popped out.
Talk about ways to make things awkward.
“We’re over here,” he says, motioning me toward the nearby parking lot.
I’m so in my head, my toe catches on the curb. “Oooh!” I screech, stumbling toward the pavement. At the last second before impact I’m grabbed up.
“Easy. You okay?”
“Oh yeah, I’m just tired.”
Annnnnnd freaking out about what I just said.
“It’s been days since I’ve slept in a real bed,” I add as a yawn hits me.
Justice’s concerned gaze slides to me as he opens the SUV door for me. “You’ve been through a lot.”
“We’ve been through a lot,” I remind him, feeling like this is some kind of little found family I’ve joined. This realization makes me tear up.
