Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
“That’s funny because I was thinking that there was no place I would rather be.” She stepped in closer, tilting her head slightly up. “You took your time, Ben. You’re not good at reading signals because I’ve been sending them out forever.”
He let his hands sink into her hair, the sense of anticipation flooding his system. Yes, this was the way he would spend the last moments of his life. With her. Warm and happy with her. “Your signals suck, baby. All you ever had to do was this.”
He lowered his head and brushed his lips over hers. So long. He’d waited forever to feel those velvet-soft lips under his. He moved slowly despite the fact that there was a bomb ticking down the time. It didn’t matter anymore. That clock could move on and he would stay here, doing this, kissing her and exploring her like he’d wanted to from the first moment. Oddly enough, now that he was here, time seemed to slow and the destination wasn’t half as important as the journey. If the world blew up, at least their bodies would mingle. No one would be able to tell the difference between them. In that moment, he was all right. It was a better fate than any other he’d been offered.
She moved with him, her mouth flowering open at the mere hint of his tongue. She welcomed him inside, her hands going to his hips. He felt her sigh as he deepened the kiss. Their bodies brushed each other and then she moved against him, bringing her breasts to his chest as she wrapped her arms around him.
Had they been anywhere else, he wouldn’t have trusted the moment. He would have been on his guard, thinking she was trying to distract him. She was, but he wanted this distraction.
No. It wasn’t the distraction he wanted, and he hoped she wasn’t using sex simply to get her mind off the fact that they were going to die.
“Maggie, I’m crazy about you. I’ve wanted to touch you since the moment I saw you. Well, most of the time,” he whispered against her mouth. He dragged his tongue across her lower lip, loving the way she shuddered in his arms. “Sometimes it’s like you’re a different person.”
She shook her head. “Don’t think about that. That was all work. This is different, Ben. I want you so badly sometimes I can’t stand it. My friends know it, too. They know you’re the reason I haven’t had a damn boyfriend in a year.”
He kissed her again, drugged by her softness, the feeling of being able to lose himself in her. He took her mouth over and over again, thanking Huisman for being so slavishly devoted to his own comfort that he would have a bedroom built for sex even on this remote mountain.
He let his hands roam over her back and down to that perfect ass he thought about all the time. Maggie was fit and strong, but she had curves in all the right places. Her backside fit into the palms of his hands like it’d been made for him. He pulled her close, letting her feel what she did to him. “Do you have any idea how hard it is to work with you? I get this any time you’re around.”
She frowned at him. “Even when I’m busting your balls?”
“Okay, so there are times when you seem more pissed off than others.” Sometimes she seemed deeply dismissive of him, as though she didn’t remember or care about the times when they’d talked and worked together in harmony. Those tended to be the times he had to watch because he ended up shot or kicked in the balls. “I often wonder who hurt you.”
Her hands moved up his chest. “One day I’ll explain everything, but for now, please kiss me again, Ben.”
One day would have to be had in Heaven or Hell, or wherever operatives went after they got their asses blown to bits, but he wasn’t about to argue with her now. He gave in and kissed her again, their tongues sliding against each other.
He moved from her mouth to her cheek and down toward her neck. He wanted to kiss her everywhere, but that damn jumpsuit she wore covered her well, and he couldn’t find the zipper. “Baby, I want to see you. I want to touch you. I know we don’t have much time, but I want to spend every single second we have left getting inside you. It’s all I want now.”
He wanted her more than breathing. If the door opened at this point, he would ignore it. He wouldn’t waste his time trying to flee. He would spend it wrapping himself up in her.
She stepped back, the sweetest smile on her face. He loved seeing her like this. This was the Maggie who haunted his dreams. Not that she wasn’t competent in the field, but this side of the woman seemed devoted to working with him instead of showing him what a dumbass he was.