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sure how she felt about his interest, his questions, she couldn’t not answer. “Well, Benning and Bragg, of course. And then I had a few tours overseas.”
“Where?”
She sent him a hard look. “Over. Seas.”
He blew out a breath. “Hookay… So how did you end up working for GAPS?”
“I was recruited.” She waggled the meatloaf MRE she’d found. “You hungry?”
“Why don’t you want to answer any questions?”
“Because it’s boring.”
“It’s not.” His eyes glinted as he stared at her through the shadows.
“It’s boring to me,” she snipped. “I already know all the answers.”
Chapter Seven
Goddamn, she was a fascinating woman. Out here, like this, sweaty and smudged with dirt, infused with the earthy scent of exercise. He shouldn’t have been aroused. He shouldn’t have been intrigued…but he was.
It annoyed the crap out of him that she seemed disinclined to open up about her past—as though she was hiding something, some deep dark secret she couldn’t bear for him to discover.
Or maybe she just didn’t want to talk.
Maybe she didn’t like him.
He flicked a look at her and their gazes tangled. He remembered the feel of her, the taste…her response when he’d kissed her. Naw. She liked him. Or wanted him at the very least.
It was crazy to think about kissing her again right now, on the run, holed up in a stony cave, but he couldn’t get it out of his mind. When this mission was over, they’d never see each other again. This could be his only chance.
But if she rebuffed him, how much would that suck?
Would she?
There was only one way to find out.
“Would you really do it?” He asked the question that was hovering in his brain before he talked himself out of it.
She blinked. “Do what?”
“Whack off my dick if I kissed you again?”
“What?”
“You did threaten to. Would you?”
Her throat worked as she studied him. Her body had gone preternaturally still. “Are you considering it?”
“Every second.”
Her expression glazed over a little—which was heartening—but then her usual acerbity reemerged. “You’re a brave man.”
“Have you ever Bobbitted a man who kissed you?”
Her brow wrinkled until she caught the reference, and then she laughed. “Only the ones with bad breath.”
He breathed into his palm.
Crap.
His breath was a cross between toxic waste dump and the inside of an old shoe.
“Got a mint?” he asked. It was a joke, so he was stunned when she scrounged around in her pack and found one of the rolls that came with the rations. She tossed it to him, but he was too bemused to catch it; it bounced off his chest. “Seriously?” he asked.
She only smiled. But damn, what a smile.
She shouldn’t have encouraged him.
She should never have thrown him those mints.
But damn, she wanted at least one more taste of him.
She wanted more, but would take what she could get. It was only a kiss after all. It wasn’t as though they would do anything more. They were dirty and sweaty and covered with grunge.
She could dare one kiss.
Surely she could.
She forgot to account for the adrenaline. Though it had been hours since that battle with Cooper, the thrill of it was still thrumming through her veins. Her blood was high.
So, apparently, was his. She saw it in his eyes, in the tightness of his features, the clench of his muscles.
He approached her like a jungle cat, on his hands and knees on the soft dirt of the cavern floor, kicking up little puffs of it with each move. Though it excited her, he excited her, she sat still, waiting for him to pounce.
But he didn’t pounce. He came just close enough to touch her lips, and then did. Just barely. It was soft and slow and a torment, because he didn’t deepen the kiss and—by God—she wasn’t going to. He made little nuzzling movements, as though he were tasting her, savoring her. Their lips clung. Her mind spun as his scent surrounded her, his heat bathed her.
Hunger
“Where?”
She sent him a hard look. “Over. Seas.”
He blew out a breath. “Hookay… So how did you end up working for GAPS?”
“I was recruited.” She waggled the meatloaf MRE she’d found. “You hungry?”
“Why don’t you want to answer any questions?”
“Because it’s boring.”
“It’s not.” His eyes glinted as he stared at her through the shadows.
“It’s boring to me,” she snipped. “I already know all the answers.”
Chapter Seven
Goddamn, she was a fascinating woman. Out here, like this, sweaty and smudged with dirt, infused with the earthy scent of exercise. He shouldn’t have been aroused. He shouldn’t have been intrigued…but he was.
It annoyed the crap out of him that she seemed disinclined to open up about her past—as though she was hiding something, some deep dark secret she couldn’t bear for him to discover.
Or maybe she just didn’t want to talk.
Maybe she didn’t like him.
He flicked a look at her and their gazes tangled. He remembered the feel of her, the taste…her response when he’d kissed her. Naw. She liked him. Or wanted him at the very least.
It was crazy to think about kissing her again right now, on the run, holed up in a stony cave, but he couldn’t get it out of his mind. When this mission was over, they’d never see each other again. This could be his only chance.
But if she rebuffed him, how much would that suck?
Would she?
There was only one way to find out.
“Would you really do it?” He asked the question that was hovering in his brain before he talked himself out of it.
She blinked. “Do what?”
“Whack off my dick if I kissed you again?”
“What?”
“You did threaten to. Would you?”
Her throat worked as she studied him. Her body had gone preternaturally still. “Are you considering it?”
“Every second.”
Her expression glazed over a little—which was heartening—but then her usual acerbity reemerged. “You’re a brave man.”
“Have you ever Bobbitted a man who kissed you?”
Her brow wrinkled until she caught the reference, and then she laughed. “Only the ones with bad breath.”
He breathed into his palm.
Crap.
His breath was a cross between toxic waste dump and the inside of an old shoe.
“Got a mint?” he asked. It was a joke, so he was stunned when she scrounged around in her pack and found one of the rolls that came with the rations. She tossed it to him, but he was too bemused to catch it; it bounced off his chest. “Seriously?” he asked.
She only smiled. But damn, what a smile.
She shouldn’t have encouraged him.
She should never have thrown him those mints.
But damn, she wanted at least one more taste of him.
She wanted more, but would take what she could get. It was only a kiss after all. It wasn’t as though they would do anything more. They were dirty and sweaty and covered with grunge.
She could dare one kiss.
Surely she could.
She forgot to account for the adrenaline. Though it had been hours since that battle with Cooper, the thrill of it was still thrumming through her veins. Her blood was high.
So, apparently, was his. She saw it in his eyes, in the tightness of his features, the clench of his muscles.
He approached her like a jungle cat, on his hands and knees on the soft dirt of the cavern floor, kicking up little puffs of it with each move. Though it excited her, he excited her, she sat still, waiting for him to pounce.
But he didn’t pounce. He came just close enough to touch her lips, and then did. Just barely. It was soft and slow and a torment, because he didn’t deepen the kiss and—by God—she wasn’t going to. He made little nuzzling movements, as though he were tasting her, savoring her. Their lips clung. Her mind spun as his scent surrounded her, his heat bathed her.
Hunger
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