Page 65 of Missile Strike

She lay sprawled over him, their faces only inches apart.

“Good job.” His body hardened beneath her.

Her gaze fell to his lips.

Danny’s voice dropped to the guttural rasp she was fast learning meant he was aroused. “If you want me to kiss you, you have to ask.”

With a subtle shift, he widened his legs, bringing her feminine center into direct contact with his hard length.

Her breath deserted her in a rush. She wanted his mouth on her, his hands roaming her skin.

Wanted his body filling hers.

“Ask me, Bella.” Low. Sensual. Blue eyes darkened to midnight, intent and unmistakably hungry.

“Kiss me,” she breathed.

The world spun, and her back hit the mat.

He took her mouth as if he owned it, his tongue sliding past her parted lips to stroke the flames licking her bloodstream and igniting her cells.

She speared her fingers through his hair, liberating the golden strands from the elastic tie that held them, and pulled him closer. Lifting her hips, she ground against him, the thin material of their shorts doing nothing to mute the explosion of pleasure tightening her inner muscles.

Danny broke the kiss on a moan, head thrown back, eyes closed as his hands gripped her waist. “Fuck, honey, we need to slow down or it’s going to be over before we even get started.”

His eyes opened slowly. The look he gave her stole the breath from her lungs.

“Let me look at you.” His fingers slid up her rib cage, taking the cotton material of her shirt with them as he lifted it over her head. With an ease she didn’t want to think about, he deftly unhooked the back of her sports bra and eased the straps down her arms.

He lowered his head. His tongue swept across her nipple before he bit down gently and drew it into his mouth.

“Danny.” Electricity shot to Isabella’s womb. Her back arched from the sensation, her brain struggling to make sense of the pleasure-pain.

Shifting his attention to her other breast, he teased the sensitive peak with his teeth before soothing the sting with his tongue.

His hair brushed over her skin in a velvet caress, following the line of his mouth as he kissed his way down her stomach to the hem of her shorts. Wedging his broad shoulders between her spread knees, he stared up at her with eyes the color of blue lava.

Hot and predatory.

“I want to taste you, sweet Bella.”

Her insides clenched. “Oh, God.”

He gave her a wicked grin. “It’s not God’s name you’ll be screaming.”

“Tommy, slow down.” A woman’s voice came from outside as the sound of running footsteps slapped the sidewalk.

“Fuck.”

Danny leaped to his feet and hit the garage door button while she stayed glued to the mat, her hand flailing around for her bra and T-shirt.

The door hummed shut.

When it stopped, the silence was deafening.

“No one saw us.” Danny had his back to her, head down, shoulders tight. “That was careless.” His muttered words were directed at himself rather than at her.

She fastened her bra and tugged on her shirt, her body shifting from heat to ice.