matters to listen to her body.
Avery unwrapped the bar, took a huge bite out of it and couldn’t stifle a groan of pleasure.
Knox laughed, sprawling out across the sand. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone react that way to a meal-replacement bar.”
“Not even in the middle of a shitty mission?”
“Nope, not even then. Food was necessary, something required to fuel our bodies and keep us moving. Nothing more.”
“How...practical.” She watched his own bar disappear in three bites. He crumpled the wrapper and tossed it into their pack.
He sat there, staring into the fire. Relaxed. Why couldn’t she be that way instead of a tightly wound ball of useless energy?
Avery couldn’t take her eyes off his face. The man had a beautiful mouth. She remembered the feel of it against hers. Pleasant. Unhurried.
That was the way he always seemed. He’d be the kind of lover to take his time. Draw out the experience. Nibble and tease.
Or maybe he’d be overwhelmed by passion. She’d seen that harder edge beneath the fun-loving guy he showed the world. Would his mouth crush hers? His tongue swipe against her lips, demanding entrance?
She seriously had to stop thinking about kissing him again. It didn’t matter how he kissed. She didn’t want a repeat performance.
Knox leaned on one elbow, his legs stretched out, ankles crossed as he stared at her over the flames.
He was relaxed. Even in the middle of their predicament, he was relaxed.
Avery envied him that. It was a skill she’d never managed to acquire.
Her ankles were crossed as well, but positioned in front of her, knees drawn to her chest with her arms wrapped tight around them.
Tension filled the space between them, so thick she could practically taste it. There was nothing comfortable about the silence, especially with Knox watching her, his eyes drowsy and yet still somehow intent.
She wanted to look away, but couldn’t.
Night fell quickly, dusk bleeding easily into darkness while they’d eaten. And now they were alone on a tropical island.
In the distance, she could hear the nocturnal creatures beginning to stir. They scurried through the underbrush, rustling limbs and leaves. The shush of the water rubbing rhythmically against the sand was unexpectedly soothing.
A cool breeze blew off the water, carrying the briny scent of salt water mixed with a touch of some sweet tropical flower. She shivered, digging her feet deeper into the sand, searching for the last vestiges of warmth the sun had left before disappearing.
For the first time, Avery wondered why she wasn’t more scared or upset. It wasn’t as if she really knew Knox well. But there was something honorable about him, or maybe she was just projecting values she assumed any former Navy SEAL would have.
Still, she knew Knox wouldn’t let anything happen to her. He’d stepped between her and the business end of a gun today, without thinking twice. Which was crazy, considering how volatile their short relationship had been.
After a few minutes Knox moved, rummaging inside their bag of supplies until his hand emerged, fist tight around the neck of the glass bottle.
The criminals had certainly left them an eclectic selection of supplies. But she guessed they’d simply pulled from their own stash.
She supposed there was no use in contemplating the minds of those who made their living running narcotics. Still, she couldn’t help but wonder why they’d left her and Knox alive, much less provided them with supplies.
The pale liquid sparkled in the firelight.
Avery wasn’t much of a drinker. She’d never been the frat party kind of girl, especially after watching her sister’s struggle with addiction.
However, if there was any situation that called for a little liquid relief, this was it.
Standing, Knox rounded the fire and lowered himself to the ground beside her. His thigh brushed against hers as he stretched across the sand.
“We might as well enjoy this.” Twisting off the
Avery unwrapped the bar, took a huge bite out of it and couldn’t stifle a groan of pleasure.
Knox laughed, sprawling out across the sand. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone react that way to a meal-replacement bar.”
“Not even in the middle of a shitty mission?”
“Nope, not even then. Food was necessary, something required to fuel our bodies and keep us moving. Nothing more.”
“How...practical.” She watched his own bar disappear in three bites. He crumpled the wrapper and tossed it into their pack.
He sat there, staring into the fire. Relaxed. Why couldn’t she be that way instead of a tightly wound ball of useless energy?
Avery couldn’t take her eyes off his face. The man had a beautiful mouth. She remembered the feel of it against hers. Pleasant. Unhurried.
That was the way he always seemed. He’d be the kind of lover to take his time. Draw out the experience. Nibble and tease.
Or maybe he’d be overwhelmed by passion. She’d seen that harder edge beneath the fun-loving guy he showed the world. Would his mouth crush hers? His tongue swipe against her lips, demanding entrance?
She seriously had to stop thinking about kissing him again. It didn’t matter how he kissed. She didn’t want a repeat performance.
Knox leaned on one elbow, his legs stretched out, ankles crossed as he stared at her over the flames.
He was relaxed. Even in the middle of their predicament, he was relaxed.
Avery envied him that. It was a skill she’d never managed to acquire.
Her ankles were crossed as well, but positioned in front of her, knees drawn to her chest with her arms wrapped tight around them.
Tension filled the space between them, so thick she could practically taste it. There was nothing comfortable about the silence, especially with Knox watching her, his eyes drowsy and yet still somehow intent.
She wanted to look away, but couldn’t.
Night fell quickly, dusk bleeding easily into darkness while they’d eaten. And now they were alone on a tropical island.
In the distance, she could hear the nocturnal creatures beginning to stir. They scurried through the underbrush, rustling limbs and leaves. The shush of the water rubbing rhythmically against the sand was unexpectedly soothing.
A cool breeze blew off the water, carrying the briny scent of salt water mixed with a touch of some sweet tropical flower. She shivered, digging her feet deeper into the sand, searching for the last vestiges of warmth the sun had left before disappearing.
For the first time, Avery wondered why she wasn’t more scared or upset. It wasn’t as if she really knew Knox well. But there was something honorable about him, or maybe she was just projecting values she assumed any former Navy SEAL would have.
Still, she knew Knox wouldn’t let anything happen to her. He’d stepped between her and the business end of a gun today, without thinking twice. Which was crazy, considering how volatile their short relationship had been.
After a few minutes Knox moved, rummaging inside their bag of supplies until his hand emerged, fist tight around the neck of the glass bottle.
The criminals had certainly left them an eclectic selection of supplies. But she guessed they’d simply pulled from their own stash.
She supposed there was no use in contemplating the minds of those who made their living running narcotics. Still, she couldn’t help but wonder why they’d left her and Knox alive, much less provided them with supplies.
The pale liquid sparkled in the firelight.
Avery wasn’t much of a drinker. She’d never been the frat party kind of girl, especially after watching her sister’s struggle with addiction.
However, if there was any situation that called for a little liquid relief, this was it.
Standing, Knox rounded the fire and lowered himself to the ground beside her. His thigh brushed against hers as he stretched across the sand.
“We might as well enjoy this.” Twisting off the
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