Engineering and forward of the secure compartments containing the COC and the team room. She had to concentrate in order to keep on the path she’d set for herself. He’d left the decision in her hands and she couldn’t bring herself to take that step, even though they both knew that she wanted to be back in his rack.
Chapter Seven
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D aegan was running on too little sleep and he was also damned tired of the past consuming the present. He’d spent yesterday battling memories that shouldn’t have resurfaced. The facts were just that—these circumstances were dealt to him and he needed to keep his shit together until this mission was accomplished and they returned to their homeport. Ferrin had nothing to do with his past, regardless that she had like qualities that brought back emotions he’d rather forget. She was a different woman and one who he could make new living memories with, even if it was only for the short time this operation was in process.
The mission and only the mission would be his whole world once they transitioned in country. Similar to the zone he’d entered when his target was in his scope, only the environment and its effects on the round traveling down range existed when he became one with his weapon. His one God given talent—he could always shoot. It was time to try his hand at something more of a gamble.
He stood in front of Ferrin’s cabin and rapped on the hatch a couple of times, knowing she’d have just returned from the workout room if she’d stuck to her routine. He almost growled when Ferrin finally answered, fresh from her shower. She looked good enough to eat. Her hair hung down in damp waves, leaving wet spots on the front of her white T-shirt and showed him exactly what he’d come here to see. He held up a white paper bag that contained some still warm donuts and a tray of freshly filled paper coffee cups. He had all the fixings for an intimate midmorning moment between two mutually attractive shipmates.
“I thought you could use something to eat after burning all those calories,” Daegan said, searching Ferrin’s gaze for that tiny opening he needed to figure out what she might be thinking. She was so damn beautiful and yet so cautious it made him want her even more. She’d been a sight to behold when she had come undone in his arms and abandoned herself to their basic needs. He wanted to feel and hear that again. He needed to feel alive again and not stuck in the damned past. “Hungry?”
“Is that a double entendre?” Ferrin tilted her head to the side, her grey eyes becoming darker. Daegan didn’t take that as an affirmative answer to his question as of yet, but at least she hadn’t slammed the hatch on him at first sight. He did like this feisty side of her though and was grateful that she hadn’t kicked the hatch shut in his face. “I’ll definitely take whatever sugar coated treat you have in the bag, but you can leave if you think you’re getting anything in return for it.”
“I’ll take nothing less than a moment’s kiss for payment, but I think I’ll save it for when you have a little more sugar on those lips.” Daegan widened his smile when she stepped back with a smirk, allowing him entrance. He was already feeling better by just being allowed in her presence. “By the way, the coffee with the white lid is decaf. I wouldn’t want to be the cause of keeping you from your beauty sleep.”
The flush was light, but the rouge that touched her cheeks let him know that he wasn’t the only one affected by this attraction between them. That one weekend wasn’t nearly enough to get her out of his system. He set the bag down on what was obviously her desk in the small cabin divided into thirds, since the upper rack was made with precision and there wasn’t a piece of paper out of alignment on the desk’s surface. Her roommate wasn’t as obsessive with keeping her part of the room clean, for one could hardly miss the Hello Kitty comforter on
Chapter Seven
‡
D aegan was running on too little sleep and he was also damned tired of the past consuming the present. He’d spent yesterday battling memories that shouldn’t have resurfaced. The facts were just that—these circumstances were dealt to him and he needed to keep his shit together until this mission was accomplished and they returned to their homeport. Ferrin had nothing to do with his past, regardless that she had like qualities that brought back emotions he’d rather forget. She was a different woman and one who he could make new living memories with, even if it was only for the short time this operation was in process.
The mission and only the mission would be his whole world once they transitioned in country. Similar to the zone he’d entered when his target was in his scope, only the environment and its effects on the round traveling down range existed when he became one with his weapon. His one God given talent—he could always shoot. It was time to try his hand at something more of a gamble.
He stood in front of Ferrin’s cabin and rapped on the hatch a couple of times, knowing she’d have just returned from the workout room if she’d stuck to her routine. He almost growled when Ferrin finally answered, fresh from her shower. She looked good enough to eat. Her hair hung down in damp waves, leaving wet spots on the front of her white T-shirt and showed him exactly what he’d come here to see. He held up a white paper bag that contained some still warm donuts and a tray of freshly filled paper coffee cups. He had all the fixings for an intimate midmorning moment between two mutually attractive shipmates.
“I thought you could use something to eat after burning all those calories,” Daegan said, searching Ferrin’s gaze for that tiny opening he needed to figure out what she might be thinking. She was so damn beautiful and yet so cautious it made him want her even more. She’d been a sight to behold when she had come undone in his arms and abandoned herself to their basic needs. He wanted to feel and hear that again. He needed to feel alive again and not stuck in the damned past. “Hungry?”
“Is that a double entendre?” Ferrin tilted her head to the side, her grey eyes becoming darker. Daegan didn’t take that as an affirmative answer to his question as of yet, but at least she hadn’t slammed the hatch on him at first sight. He did like this feisty side of her though and was grateful that she hadn’t kicked the hatch shut in his face. “I’ll definitely take whatever sugar coated treat you have in the bag, but you can leave if you think you’re getting anything in return for it.”
“I’ll take nothing less than a moment’s kiss for payment, but I think I’ll save it for when you have a little more sugar on those lips.” Daegan widened his smile when she stepped back with a smirk, allowing him entrance. He was already feeling better by just being allowed in her presence. “By the way, the coffee with the white lid is decaf. I wouldn’t want to be the cause of keeping you from your beauty sleep.”
The flush was light, but the rouge that touched her cheeks let him know that he wasn’t the only one affected by this attraction between them. That one weekend wasn’t nearly enough to get her out of his system. He set the bag down on what was obviously her desk in the small cabin divided into thirds, since the upper rack was made with precision and there wasn’t a piece of paper out of alignment on the desk’s surface. Her roommate wasn’t as obsessive with keeping her part of the room clean, for one could hardly miss the Hello Kitty comforter on
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