Page 86 of Missile Strike

The soft sound sent a shock of electricity straight to his dick.

The last time he’d touched her like this, it had been desperation. Grief.

This time would be slow. Deliberate.

“You taste good, Bella.” His hand smoothed over her knee to glide up her thigh, beneath the hem of her shorts. “And I haven’t even gotten to the best part.”

“Don’t tease.” Her hips moved, restless, seeking a relief he wasn’t ready to give her yet.

“Not teasing. Tasting.”

His attention shifted to her hair, removing the elastic tie that kept it bound, letting the silken strands fall through his fingers.

The shell of her ear beckoned him next. He traced it with his tongue and was rewarded when Bella trembled.

So sweet and tempting. He wouldn’t rush. If this was the only chance he ever got to touch her again, he intended to imprint on his memory every sigh and every moan. The feel of her skin. The scent of her hair.

The taste of her arousal.

His lips slid down her jaw to the crease at the corner of her mouth. A nip at her lush bottom lip, then a swipe of his tongue.

Cinnamon. Sweet and spicy.

The need to possess her raged in his blood.

Slow. Steady. He clung to the mantra like a man hanging off the edge of a cliff.

He kept his kisses leisurely, coaxing her into twining their tongues together as he explored her mouth.

Tentative at first, Bella grew emboldened, her arms joining around his neck, fingers delving into his hair, nails scoring his scalp as he stoked the fire burning between them. Her touch was a brand, tattooing her name on his skin.

One he had a feeling would never fade.

“Danny,” she moaned, and the sound rushed to his cock, making his hips jerk.

That’s what he wanted. His name on her lips. Breathless. Hungry. He moved to the sensitive skin at her neck and sucked hard, leaving his mark for the world to see.

Mine.

The curve of her breasts beneath her shirt taunted him. He palmed them and squeezed. So soft and full.

“I want to see you.” Deftly, he undid the top button, keeping his gaze fixed on hers. Then he unfastened another.

Her eyes narrowed. She pushed against his chest and sat up. “Too slow.”

Unbuttoning the rest, she shrugged off the top.

“Someone’s impatient.” Danny’s chuckle got strangled in his throat when Bella reached behind her and unhooked her bra, letting the nude fabric fall down her arms before dropping it over the side of the mattress.

She motioned with her hand. “You, too.”

He furrowed his brows at her words, his brain short-circuiting at the sight of her bare breasts with their tight pink tips.

“The shirt—ditch it.” Her face was flushed, eyes bright with hunger.

The offending garment sailed over his head to land somewhere behind him. He returned his attention to her breasts, marveling at the feel of his callused palms scraping over the soft, satiny mounds, their rosy peaks beckoning his mouth.

Leaning in, he suckled her, reveling in the arch of her back, her quiet moans that ignited his blood and sent need raging through him like a forest fire.