Free Special Forces: Operation Alpha: Redemption for Misty (Kindle Worlds Novella) (Pierce Securities Book 5) by Anne Conley

the last woman he wanted in his bed for a while. Maybe even forever. Yeah… Forever had a nice ring to it.
    As he watched her, Misty pulled an olive off her pizza and chewed it thoughtfully. “Okay.”
    “Okay?”
    She nodded and gave him a stronger smile than the one she had before. “Okay.”
    He sort of wanted something a little more affirmative, but honestly, he would take what he could get. “Then shall we?” He rose and offered her his elbow. She nodded and took it as Chris’s heart soared.
    ***
    The ride home was made in awkward silence. Misty’s tension was palpable, and it was compounded by the fact she’d never been this way about sex before. Yes, she was nervous with Chris. Based on what she knew about him, he’d been with a lot of women, and as much as she didn’t want to think about that, she couldn’t help it. His friends called him Casanova, for crying out loud. Misty didn’t want to be one in a long line of lays. She wanted to be special.
    But his words before had told her she was special. And that put an entirely different spin on things, didn’t it? With all the women in his past, what if she couldn’t live up to whatever expectations he had?
    She sighed without realizing it, and Chris chuckled in the seat next to her before reaching out for her hand and entwining her fingers with his, wordlessly. The gesture soothed her, calming her nerves a bit.
    But she was still nervous. When they got to her house, Chris said, “Hang tight. Let me get the door for you.” He rushed around to her side of the car to open her door, a first for them. The way he moved with quick, furtive movements told Misty he wasn’t accustomed to acting like a gentleman and was making an effort. It was sweet.
    She took the hand he held out to her, but when she rose and looked at his face, the intensity in his clear blue eyes took her breath away. His look told her he was all in, and she was suddenly nervous again.
    Would she measure up?
    Chris stopped her train of thought by gently pushing her against the car and taking her face in his hands. His earnest eyes bore into hers. “Stop thinking so much, Misty. Feel this. Feel what we can do together. It’s going to be incredible.” Then his lips touched hers.
    His soft warmth invaded her senses, and her knees buckled. Chris held her up, though, pushing his body against hers, the heated metal of his car pressing against her back while his muscled hardness pressed against her front. His knee lodged between her thighs and she helplessly ground into it. She was mindless, needy, and loving every minute.
    All the while, his tongue made love to her mouth in ways she’d never experienced. With soft nips of his teeth and gentle suckling motions, his lips and tongue meshed with Misty’s, conspiring to rip her to pieces in the most amazing way possible.
    Chris kissed her into a pile of putty in her driveway before breaking the kiss and leaning his forehead against hers, breathing like he’d just finished a marathon. “Let’s take this inside, shall we?”
    Misty refused to let her lack of self-confidence rule her thoughts; instead, allowing her hormones to reign supreme. She had no idea if it would really lead to a future between the two of them, but she was going to take tonight.
    Chris led her by the hand inside her house, making sure to lock the door behind them, then continued on to her bedroom—no hesitation whatsoever. She took his lead, blind with lust.
    Misty was burning, aching with need. She couldn’t stand still, her body humming with anticipation as Chris shut the door, advancing on her, eyes blazing. Chris was a predator, and Misty quaked—firmly in his sights.
    His hands reached for her skirt, bunching the chiffon in his massive hands, lifting it slowly. Her knees gave out at the intensity of his stare, and she dropped to the bed. As he pulled the dress over her head and arms, the sudden chill of the room’s A/C hit her heated skin, goose bumps popping on the