Special Forces: Operation Alpha: Redemption for Misty (Kindle Worlds Novella) (Pierce Securities Book 5) by Anne Conley Page B
Authors: Anne Conley
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couldn’t wait for more of her. Chris could kiss Misty until he took his dying breath, but the anticipation of more overwhelmed him.
Ghost had been adamant about his warning about Misty’s shop, and Chris wanted to take him seriously. He kept his eyes sharp on the surroundings, but he couldn’t get his mind completely off Misty and that kiss.
Tonight, she would belong to him.
They were riding together now, as it seemed stupid for him to follow her around. Her scent in his car was cool. He saw all the familiarity of his ancient Mustang but with the added benefit of her smell and the occasional ponytail holder she left behind. It just reminded him of her and the fact that tonight was the night. He’d lived with her for nearly a month, impossibly earning her trust, this woman who was stronger than anybody he’d ever known. She actually wanted to be with him.
He would make it worth everything to her. She wouldn’t regret it.
They’d been mostly silent on the way home, and when they pulled into her driveway, Chris shut off the engine, turning to her before she could get out of the car.
“Are you nervous about tonight?”
“A little. There are going to be a lot of big-wigs there to network with, and I’m a little scared I’ll come off as just a barista, not a business owner.” Misty looked at her lap, picking at a hangnail.
Chris grabbed her fingers, squeezing them in his hand, more than a little disappointed she wasn’t thinking about being with him. “You’ll do great. How could anybody think otherwise? Besides, it’ll be a stuffy thing and most people will be nervous.” He brought her fingers to his lips, kissing them then returning them to his lap, where he stroked her palm. Her hands were a little rough from working and washing dishes all day, but they were softer than his, and he relished the feel of them. They were a strong woman’s hands—rough and smooth at the same time. “But I was asking about after the mixer. Are you nervous about being with me? You’re not talking about it much.”
She blushed, a rarity for her. Sure, she flushed red when she was mad. And he’d discovered she did it when she was horny, but this side of her was one Chris hadn’t seen much of.
“Um… Sure I’m nervous. It’s been a while for me, and… I don’t know what to expect. I wasn’t sure you weren’t talking out of the heat of the moment or something. I mean, we don’t have to do anything if you don’t want.”
Chris laughed. He couldn’t help it. She was cute when she was nervous. “That’s my line.” He tucked a stray piece of hair that had come loose from her bun behind her ear. “But yes, to answer your question, I meant every word I said earlier. And I’m looking forward to it.” Chris’s fingers led the way down her neck, touching the smooth column of skin before wrapping themselves around it and pulling her head toward him. He couldn’t kiss her lips, though, or he wouldn’t stop, so he settled for a chaste kiss on her forehead. “Now, let’s go get ready and get this over with.” As she opened her car door, he muttered to himself, “Because I can’t fucking wait.”
***
Misty had been a wreck since the kiss. She was nervous about the Chamber mixer, for the reasons she’d told Chris, but honestly, she hadn’t given it two thoughts since the kiss in the store room. Now, she had sex to worry about, too.
She showered quickly and blew out her hair, trying to tame her unruly locks. She already had an outfit picked out, since she knew she wouldn’t have a lot of time to fret over it after work today, but now with the whole Chris thing, she was second-guessing herself.
She wanted to look nice for him. It had been before Trent since she’d wanted this with a guy. Misty couldn’t lie to herself about that. Her relationship with Trent had been so stale from the start. Misty rarely cared what Trent thought about her appearance. Now there was someone she wanted to please, and a squeal
Ghost had been adamant about his warning about Misty’s shop, and Chris wanted to take him seriously. He kept his eyes sharp on the surroundings, but he couldn’t get his mind completely off Misty and that kiss.
Tonight, she would belong to him.
They were riding together now, as it seemed stupid for him to follow her around. Her scent in his car was cool. He saw all the familiarity of his ancient Mustang but with the added benefit of her smell and the occasional ponytail holder she left behind. It just reminded him of her and the fact that tonight was the night. He’d lived with her for nearly a month, impossibly earning her trust, this woman who was stronger than anybody he’d ever known. She actually wanted to be with him.
He would make it worth everything to her. She wouldn’t regret it.
They’d been mostly silent on the way home, and when they pulled into her driveway, Chris shut off the engine, turning to her before she could get out of the car.
“Are you nervous about tonight?”
“A little. There are going to be a lot of big-wigs there to network with, and I’m a little scared I’ll come off as just a barista, not a business owner.” Misty looked at her lap, picking at a hangnail.
Chris grabbed her fingers, squeezing them in his hand, more than a little disappointed she wasn’t thinking about being with him. “You’ll do great. How could anybody think otherwise? Besides, it’ll be a stuffy thing and most people will be nervous.” He brought her fingers to his lips, kissing them then returning them to his lap, where he stroked her palm. Her hands were a little rough from working and washing dishes all day, but they were softer than his, and he relished the feel of them. They were a strong woman’s hands—rough and smooth at the same time. “But I was asking about after the mixer. Are you nervous about being with me? You’re not talking about it much.”
She blushed, a rarity for her. Sure, she flushed red when she was mad. And he’d discovered she did it when she was horny, but this side of her was one Chris hadn’t seen much of.
“Um… Sure I’m nervous. It’s been a while for me, and… I don’t know what to expect. I wasn’t sure you weren’t talking out of the heat of the moment or something. I mean, we don’t have to do anything if you don’t want.”
Chris laughed. He couldn’t help it. She was cute when she was nervous. “That’s my line.” He tucked a stray piece of hair that had come loose from her bun behind her ear. “But yes, to answer your question, I meant every word I said earlier. And I’m looking forward to it.” Chris’s fingers led the way down her neck, touching the smooth column of skin before wrapping themselves around it and pulling her head toward him. He couldn’t kiss her lips, though, or he wouldn’t stop, so he settled for a chaste kiss on her forehead. “Now, let’s go get ready and get this over with.” As she opened her car door, he muttered to himself, “Because I can’t fucking wait.”
***
Misty had been a wreck since the kiss. She was nervous about the Chamber mixer, for the reasons she’d told Chris, but honestly, she hadn’t given it two thoughts since the kiss in the store room. Now, she had sex to worry about, too.
She showered quickly and blew out her hair, trying to tame her unruly locks. She already had an outfit picked out, since she knew she wouldn’t have a lot of time to fret over it after work today, but now with the whole Chris thing, she was second-guessing herself.
She wanted to look nice for him. It had been before Trent since she’d wanted this with a guy. Misty couldn’t lie to herself about that. Her relationship with Trent had been so stale from the start. Misty rarely cared what Trent thought about her appearance. Now there was someone she wanted to please, and a squeal
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