Covert Assignment by Missy Marciassa

Author:Missy Marciassa [Marciassa, Missy]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2016-02-27T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 16

It was like slipping into an alternate reality. Elle couldn’t get enough of Preston: his lips and his hands stroking up and down her back and around her waist were about to drive her crazy. She wanted- no, needed- more. Now. He didn’t waste any time paying the bill, driving her across the street to The Manor, and handing the keys to the valet before hustling her inside. Elle had been inside this hotel when Marni’s and Tina’s parents came to visit, so she knew it was opulent, but the idea that she was now entering to have a… a tryst added an extra thrill. Once she and Adam nearly spent a romantic evening at a B&B in town but decided to save the money at the last minute. No- she would not let herself even think about him.

Preston kept her enfolded in his arm, tight against him, as they waited for the elevator. It was empty, so as soon as the doors closed, he pulled her close for another kiss as his hands slid down her back to squeeze her bottom, pressing her up against his pelvis. She could feel him, hard in his pants.

“This trying something new: I need to do it more often,” she heard herself say. Did she seriously just say that?

Preston cradled her cheek with one hand. “Absolutely,” he told her before kissing her senseless again.

The ding of the elevator door opening barely registered as Preston pulled her out and down the hall. How did he manage to walk, pull her along, and still have his hands and lips everywhere? He was really doing this. He knew what he was doing. And she… did not. Not really. She’d only slept with one other guy- whose name she wouldn’t allow herself to even think right now- and the groping and stuff they’d done was no match for this. Forget being thrown into the deep end of a pool to learn how to swim: this was like being flung into the ocean.

As soon as they stepped into his room, Preston had her up against the door, unzipping her coat and pulling it off. Then his hands were up under her sweater, pulling the t-shirt up out of the waistband of her jeans so he could caress her bare skin. She couldn’t believe how fast this was moving. Before she knew it, her sweater and shirt were off and then her bra was loose and his hands were cupping her breasts. He clearly had no difficulty unfastening bras. Did they teach that at the CIA?

“I, uh, I just want you to know… I don’t really have a model for this,” she managed to say.

He paused to look at her. The puzzled and inquisitive look would have been comical but they were both breathing too hard to laugh.

“I don’t… I don’t know…” She didn’t know why she was still talking, but she felt like she needed to at least warn him.

Preston froze in terms of his hands and his eyes, but he kept her pressed up against the door.

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