knew search and rescue was looking for them, but that granted no peace. With every creak and moan of the rubble above them, she knew a painful end crept closer.
At least she wasnât alone. Granted, Umar slept, but she was always at her best when someone needed her.
Her independent mother had never needed her daughter. At least, that was what Dad had said, a tiny voice inside her head nagged.
Shit.
Su rested her head on her bent knees. That was the problem with facing death: there was no way to avoid the hard questions.
Their makeshift shelter shifted. Chunks of brick fell between the gap of the desk and the bookshelf. One heavy, jagged hunk of concrete landed on Suâs shoulder, digging into her exhausted muscles and ripping her shirt. Hurt radiated down her chest toward her heart.
âFfffffffffuck,â she hissed between her teeth. One-handed, she flipped on the flashlight. At least the cement hadnât punctured her skin. She banged her elbow on the desk leg as she twisted to rub the sore spot.
âThatâs going to leave a bruise,â Umar said.
Su jumped. When the hell had he woken up?
âUh, yeah. How are you?â
He pulled his garment around his body, covering that tasty, tasty honey-colored skin. âHow long have I been asleep?â
âTwo hours.â She handed over the water bottle.
As he drank, he studied their enclosure. âIf we pushed the bookshelf to the side, weââ
âWould die instantly.â She pointed the flashlightâs beam at the way the shelves stabilized the girders above. âWeâre completely cut off. I checked.â
As best he could in the awkward space, he stretched. His elbow struck the office chair. Another brick dropped, narrowly missing his head.
âSo weâre trapped.â Umar straightened his shoulders and then relaxed. âDo you know what caused the explosion?â
âFrom the smell and the noise, Iâm pretty sure it was a bomb.â Su licked her bleeding finger. âHave you received any threats?â
âYou have to ask?â Umar rubbed his chin as he considered her analysis. âNothing with bombs.â
His dust-stiffened hair stood on end and his rangy body lay arranged around broken bits that could have killed them. Umar offered a mysterious smile, his eyelids half closed and his lower lip a slight curve.
Su wanted to take a bite.
The smirk on Umarâs mouth said he knew of her attraction. âYou must have been bored, beautiful girl.â His hands stroked his thighs. The thick links of a silver bracelet drew her attention to his long fingers and the dark hair on his arms. He rested his hands at the juncture of his hips, framing and displaying his crotch.
âHowever shall we entertain ourselves?â he asked.
The man had just woken up from a head trauma that would have permanently damaged a mortal. They were in genuine danger of being crushed to death. And he wanted to party.
Su could work with that. A pleasurable heat grew in her nipples. Her thighs relaxed, splaying open.
They were going to die anyway. She would enjoy him to the best of their ability.
She rotated the head of the metal tube, leaving them in darkness again.
âI have been alone for ages.â Like a femme fatale, she lowered her voice to a husky whisper. âI was lonely and cold and in dire need of entertainment.â She leaned back.
âEntertain me, Mr. Mernissi.â In the dark, she rubbed her calf against his knee.
His warmth seeped through her pants, traveled through her skin, and ended in her clitoris. Lovely.
Umar placed his hand on Suâs knee. Her breath had gotten fast and shallow while she had revisited her past. At his touch, she inhaled deeply and froze. Every muscle in her leg quivered. Had he frightened her?
âShall we start with a kiss?â His brown eyes smiled, teasing her like a teenager would with a first crush. The reality of their danger had
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