Breaking Away (Delta Force Strong #3) - Elle James Page 0,11
in serious danger. Please tell me you’re not considering staying in the country.”
Kylie shook her head. “No, I’ve got my story. I’m done here.”
Mac glanced down at her, his eyes narrowing. “You know, I don’t think anyone can get onto the base, but if they do, they’ll come looking for you in the unit they’ve assigned to you. It worries me that they might know where you are already.”
“So,” she said, “your concern is?”
He sighed. “Maybe we should switch quarters. You stay in mine; I’ll stay in yours. That way if anyone tries to get into your room, I can take care of it immediately.”
Kylie tilted her head to the side. “That makes sense, but that puts you at risk.”
A gentle smile lifted the corner of his lips. “I’m more qualified to handle that risk.”
“You have a point.” Kylie ran her hand through her hair. “Okay. We’ll switch quarters.”
“Good,” he said.
“This one’s yours?” she asked, tilting her head to the room beside hers.
“Yes, it is,” he said. “Let me grab a few things, and I’ll take yours, you’ll take mine.”
“And I need to get my backpack,” she said.
“Will you be going to the shower facility?” he asked.
She nodded. “I’d like to, after all the dust from the mission.”
“Then we’ll go at the same time,” Mac said. “I’ll stand outside while you shower. You can wait for me while I shower, as long as you don’t go too far.”
“Deal,” she said with a grin. Kylie ducked into her room, grabbed her backpack and carried it over to his unit. Mac grabbed his toiletry kit and a change of clothes.
Kylie did the same.
Mac led her to the shower facility.
Inside, Kylie stripped down and stepped beneath the spray, soaping and rinsing quickly, then running shampoo and conditioner through her hair. It was a cold shower, but after the heat of the day, she just wanted to be clean and was thankful for the use of the facility.
She let the water run through her hair, rinsing the rest of the dust and conditioner out, remembering the times she’d shared the shower in her little apartment with Mac standing behind her, rubbing shampoo into her hair. He’d let the suds drip down over her body, and his hands would follow them over her shoulders, across her breasts and lower to the juncture of her thighs.
She was hot, even under the cool spray. Her desire for him hadn’t waned in the least. In fact, if anything, it was even stronger.
By the time she toweled dry, she was wet in other places. She wished they weren’t in Afghanistan but back in that little apartment. When she stepped out of the shower facility, she kept her head down and prayed he wouldn’t see the signs of her desire in her eyes.
“Everything okay?” he asked.
“Yeah,” she said briefly.
He touched her arm. “Are you sure?” His brow dipped. “You didn’t get hurt in that explosion, did you?”
She shook her head. “No. I’m fine.”
Where his hand touched her arm, it burned a path through her all the way to her core.
“While I’m getting my shower, wait here in the shadows. Scream if you feel threatened.”
“I’ll wait right here,” she promised.
In less than five minutes, he was back out, smelling of soap, his hair dripping wet.
She chuckled. “You could have taken a minute to dry off.”
He shook his head. “Nope. I was worried about you standing out here alone. I was afraid someone would take a shot at you.”
“They’d have to take a shot from way past the fence line,” she pointed out.
“Some of our guys have made shots longer than from here to the fence and hit their targets.”
A shiver rippled down Kylie’s spine as they made their way back to their sleeping quarters. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
Mac stood outside his own unit and waited until Kylie stepped through the door. “There’s a sleeping bag in the duffel bag. Just pull it out and spread it out on the cot.” He touched her cheek with his hand. “When you close the door, make sure you lock it,” he said and let his hand drop to his side.
Kylie said, “I will.” With one last glance at Mac, she entered, shut the door and turned the lock.
The light was on, and she noted the space was barren, except for the duffel bag in the corner.
She crossed the short space to Mac’s duffel bag, unbuckled it and pulled out the sleeping bag. As she did, a photograph slipped out. At some point in