bit a man.
He needed to redirect his thoughts. What other home projects needed addressing when he got back to the apartment? Wasn’t there a small leak under the kitchen sink that needed attending to when he’d been called away last-minute for duty?
He was sure there were about a dozen other projects around the house that needed fixing, as well. And yet, his thoughts kept wandering back to how good Sadie felt in his arms. How he’d remember the scent of her—citrus and cleanliness—that was all hers long after this assignment was over. Didn’t take a rocket scientist to see she affected him. He just hoped she wasn’t offended by the growing erection he couldn’t contain. She had to have felt it. Because blood pulsed south every time she moved, and so did his ability to think rationally.
He dismissed it as going too long without sex.
He’d fix that when this assignment was over. He’d have sex with the first beautiful and willing woman he could find. Hadn’t there been a few? No woman from his past could erase the naked image of Sadie from his mind; the one where her legs were wrapped around his waist and he was buried inside her.
“Better now?” he practically grunted.
“Much. I can feel my fingers again.”
The sweet purr in her voice had him wanting to stay exactly where he was. But he couldn’t be sure they’d be alone for much longer. He couldn’t risk sticking around. “We’d better head out. I slowed those two down, but there could be more.”
“One of them was bleeding. He was shot in the shoulder. Won’t he need to go to the hospital?”
“Depends on how deep the wound is and how prepared they are. His injury might slow him down or buy us a few hours. Unless they sent more than two men. We don’t know how big the team is. Either way, they located us at the cabin, and that’s bad. We’re on foot and it’s getting cold out. We have limited supplies. They’ll expect us to camp nearby, which is why we have to keep moving. I disabled GPS on our phones for obvious reasons, so we need to keep moving until I see something familiar. If I can give our location to someone back home, they’ll come pick us up.”
“Okay.”
She made a move to get up and it took a minute for him to send the message to his arms that he had to let go. She felt a little too right snuggled against his chest.
No woman, not since Rachael, had felt more right inside his arms.
Chapter Seven
Sadie and Nick walked for hours before his brother messaged that he was close. Headlights were a welcome sight to her after walking in the cold black night in her boots.
Nick squeezed her hand. “I’ll have you in a warm bed in two hours.” He cleared his throat, seeming to catch how the last part sounded. “What I mean is—”
“It’s okay,” she said on a half laugh. “I know you didn’t intend to say it like that.” Remembering his powerful thighs and chest against her body had her thinking she might not mind waking up snuggled against a strong, warm body like his. Those brown eyes with cinnamon flecks and hair blacker than night made for a package most women would consider beyond hot. Sadie wouldn’t argue.
That she was crushing on her handler also reminded her how ridiculous she was being.
When was the last time she’d allowed herself to notice a man? Or relax at all. There was no laughter in her life. No humor. No friends. No sex. Okay, where’d that last bit come from?
It was true, though. There hadn’t been any sex in far too long. And nothing was funny anymore. She missed the simple pleasures of feeling warm skin against her back when she slept, or laughing at an inside joke.
If she was being brutally honest, she couldn’t remember the last time she really laughed at anything. She could blame her hollow existence on this whole ordeal. Was that accurate?
Sure she’d had to lie and keep people at a safe distance in the past two years. What about before then? Her boyfriend, Tom, had wanted to get
He needed to redirect his thoughts. What other home projects needed addressing when he got back to the apartment? Wasn’t there a small leak under the kitchen sink that needed attending to when he’d been called away last-minute for duty?
He was sure there were about a dozen other projects around the house that needed fixing, as well. And yet, his thoughts kept wandering back to how good Sadie felt in his arms. How he’d remember the scent of her—citrus and cleanliness—that was all hers long after this assignment was over. Didn’t take a rocket scientist to see she affected him. He just hoped she wasn’t offended by the growing erection he couldn’t contain. She had to have felt it. Because blood pulsed south every time she moved, and so did his ability to think rationally.
He dismissed it as going too long without sex.
He’d fix that when this assignment was over. He’d have sex with the first beautiful and willing woman he could find. Hadn’t there been a few? No woman from his past could erase the naked image of Sadie from his mind; the one where her legs were wrapped around his waist and he was buried inside her.
“Better now?” he practically grunted.
“Much. I can feel my fingers again.”
The sweet purr in her voice had him wanting to stay exactly where he was. But he couldn’t be sure they’d be alone for much longer. He couldn’t risk sticking around. “We’d better head out. I slowed those two down, but there could be more.”
“One of them was bleeding. He was shot in the shoulder. Won’t he need to go to the hospital?”
“Depends on how deep the wound is and how prepared they are. His injury might slow him down or buy us a few hours. Unless they sent more than two men. We don’t know how big the team is. Either way, they located us at the cabin, and that’s bad. We’re on foot and it’s getting cold out. We have limited supplies. They’ll expect us to camp nearby, which is why we have to keep moving. I disabled GPS on our phones for obvious reasons, so we need to keep moving until I see something familiar. If I can give our location to someone back home, they’ll come pick us up.”
“Okay.”
She made a move to get up and it took a minute for him to send the message to his arms that he had to let go. She felt a little too right snuggled against his chest.
No woman, not since Rachael, had felt more right inside his arms.
Chapter Seven
Sadie and Nick walked for hours before his brother messaged that he was close. Headlights were a welcome sight to her after walking in the cold black night in her boots.
Nick squeezed her hand. “I’ll have you in a warm bed in two hours.” He cleared his throat, seeming to catch how the last part sounded. “What I mean is—”
“It’s okay,” she said on a half laugh. “I know you didn’t intend to say it like that.” Remembering his powerful thighs and chest against her body had her thinking she might not mind waking up snuggled against a strong, warm body like his. Those brown eyes with cinnamon flecks and hair blacker than night made for a package most women would consider beyond hot. Sadie wouldn’t argue.
That she was crushing on her handler also reminded her how ridiculous she was being.
When was the last time she’d allowed herself to notice a man? Or relax at all. There was no laughter in her life. No humor. No friends. No sex. Okay, where’d that last bit come from?
It was true, though. There hadn’t been any sex in far too long. And nothing was funny anymore. She missed the simple pleasures of feeling warm skin against her back when she slept, or laughing at an inside joke.
If she was being brutally honest, she couldn’t remember the last time she really laughed at anything. She could blame her hollow existence on this whole ordeal. Was that accurate?
Sure she’d had to lie and keep people at a safe distance in the past two years. What about before then? Her boyfriend, Tom, had wanted to get
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