Survival Mission - Chapter 13
As long as he lived, Trevor would never forget this moment. Valerie’s gaze cleared and the worry lines between her brows disappeared. A simple, seductive smile curved her lips—those luscious peachy lips—upward, revealing dimples that had been invisible when he’d kissed her in the dark of night.
“You’re a cop?” She tilted her head, eyeing him as if he was an unexpected bug she’d come upon. “Really?”
“Think about it. If I was with the bad guys, would I have had to use a weapon against Ziggy? Would I have apprehended him?”
“You didn’t read him his rights.” Her grave tone belied the color that flooded her cheeks, the rapid rise and fall of her chest. Her desire inflamed him, rushing blood to his groin and making his usually loose-fitting cargos snug.
“My backup team will take care of that.” His fingers itched to touch her, but this had to be her choice. He had to know she totally trusted him. Believed him.
Valerie sighed, raised her brows. “I don’t know, Trevor. I mean, this seems possible. But even if you are a good guy, and even if we could…” Her boldness ceased and she looked away.
“If we could…pick up where last night’s kiss left off?” To hell with waiting. He reached for her but to his surprise she was ahead of him, leaping into his arms, wrapping both legs around his waist—
And toppling them both onto the ground.
“Oomph.” His grunt was not the sexy words he wanted to utter in her ears. Valerie was lithe but not a lightweight with her athletic build and he was knocked breathless. Staring up at her, he watched as she giggled and leaned in. Closed her eyes. Teased his lips with her tongue.
“You’re damn lucky you’re one of the good guys, Trevor.”
Done with talking, he sucked in a deep breath and pulled her the rest of the way to him.
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Valerie’s skin was on fire and it had nothing to do with the poison sumac native to the Cascades, or from her minimal sun exposure this morning. The insatiable heat was from the way Trevor was kissing her, stroking her, gasping and laughing with her as they took turns being on top, on bottom, sideways. Both still clothed, their murmurs turned to groans and she pushed him off her, where he allowed her to roll him onto his back as she straddled his very prominent erection.
“Do you have protection, Trevor?” She couldn’t wait anymore, but— “Hang on a minute. What about Ziggy? And you said you have agents coming in to arrest him? What about the other mules?” Her words were punctuated with gasps. Trying to maintain personal security while being the most turned on she’d ever been in her life was not a skill she’d ever worried about. As passion pulsed between her legs, demanding release, it was tempting to ignore any consequences. To make love to Trevor here and now.