Page 47 of Legend of Scorpio
“Easy. By smashing into its engine.”
“Will that work? Drones aren’t that big. Won’t it mash it up and chew it out?”
“It will work. It has to, and when it does, we’ll be on the ground waiting for it to emergency land.”
“I guess you’ll be starbeaming to get there in time.”
“Yeah, but not the kind that needs math, thank fuck. There’s a portal near their route. We beam in with the toys, get them in the sky, sabotage the engines, force them to the ground, and bam, the orb is ours again.”
“You make it sound so easy.”
“In theory it should be.”
“You won’t go alone, right?” She couldn’t help but sound worried.
“Nah. I’ll bring a few of the bros with me. Rather have too much firepower than too little.”
“Be careful,” she murmured.
“As if,” he scoffed but then more softly, “Don’t worry about me, Doc. This isn’t the most dangerous thing I’ve done.”
“When do you leave?”
“Soon.” He tapped on his phone. “Just putting a message out to the crew to pack up their gear and be ready to go within the hour. That should give us at least another hour before the plane enters the target zone.”
An hour before he left and, while he appeared confident, she couldn’t help her fear. What if he miscalculated and didn’t come back? What if the last time they’d kissed was because of a nightmare? What if they never got another chance?
Rebecca wasn’t one for brash and bold action.
Until now.
She launched herself from the couch and stood in front of him, staring up. “How much of that hour do you need to get ready?”
“Not much. My gear’s pretty much packed already. Why?”
Rather than reply, she grabbed his head and yanked him down to press her mouth against his, murmuring, “Got ten minutes to spare so we can have a proper goodbye?”
“Ten’s kind of rushing it,” he replied as he kissed her back. “But I think we can make it work.”
His hands spanned her waist and lifted her. He kept his lips locked to hers as he strode for the bedroom.
Her heart raced, anticipation and desire filling her. She could honestly say she’d never desired a man as much as him. Still almost a stranger, and yet he attracted her on a primal level that didn’t require a prerequisite number of dates. Wanted him despite the fact she didn’t even know if they had a future.
Needed him.
And for once in her life, she was going to be bold and throw caution and reason out the window and indulge in pleasure.
Scorpio lay her on the bed, but before he joined her, he stripped, revealing that sexy body of his, the muscles temptingenough her mouth watered. Her lower lips also got slick with anticipation.
He leaned down and undid the button to her khakis then the zipper. She lifted her hips to make it easier for him to tug them from her legs. She yanked at her shirt, pulling it off so she lay there only in a sports bra and panties.
“Damn, Doc,” he said, his voice low and growly.
She’d never felt sexier. A frisson went through her, not of cold but arousal. Blame the smoldering intensity of his gaze.
“I hate we have so little time. I want nothing more than to explore your body. Learn every inch of it. What makes you moan. What makes you wet,” he stated as he slid his hand up her calf.
“Guess you’d better come back in one piece, then,” she quipped, feeling her breath catch as he stroked over the crotch of her panties.