Breaking Rules (Delta Force Strong #2) - Elle James Page 0,12

extending the bed.”

“Suit yourself.” As she walked toward the back of the unit, she kicked off her shoes and padded away barefooted. She let the cape she’d worn to the tent fall to the ground. “Don’t judge me,” she said, casting a glance over her shoulder. “I’ll pick these up in the morning.”

Oh, he was judging all right. The woman had legs from her toes all the way up to her chin, and they were gorgeous. The miniskirt did nothing but emphasize how long and slender her legs were.

When she reached the door to her room, she turned back. “There’s food in the refrigerator. Help yourself. I’m leaving this door open so I can hear you and you can hear me.” Then she disappeared for a few minutes. The sound of a shower made Dash tense.

He could imagine Sunny naked, standing beneath the spray. The water didn’t stay on long. A few minutes later, the woman occupying his carnal thoughts appeared in baby doll pajama shorts and a tank top.

Sunny had pulled her hair up into a messy bun on top of her head using an elastic band. Loose blond strands hung down around her neck, making Dash want to brush them back from her face and tuck them behind her ears. Or better yet, pull the elastic band from her hair and let her hair fall down around her shoulders again. He longed to run his hands through it.

He paced the living room, unable to sit due to the tightness of his trousers. Shrugging out of his bulletproof vest, he set it down beside the door, next to his rifle. He pulled the handgun out of the holster on his hip and laid it on the countertop.

Dash tried to focus on anything but the woman in the next room. A woman whose legs he could imagine wrapped around his waist as he drove deep inside of her.

Holy shit. What was he thinking?

They’d only just met.

She was a celebrity.

He was just a grunt.

They occupied two completely different worlds. It wasn’t like they’d ever come together as a couple. The only thing that could possibly happen between them was a short fling. And by short, it would be the amount of time until she finished her tour and left Afghanistan. Then Sunny would go her way, while Dash stayed in Afghanistan, fighting a foe he couldn’t always see. Even if he redeployed back to Fort Hood, Texas, he wouldn’t see her. She’d be on tour, gone twelve months out of the year.

Despite all the cons, she’d sparked a huge amount of desire in Dash’s loins in the few short hours he’d known her.

Not only was she beautiful, she really cared enough about strangers to donate blankets and pillows to women and children in need. And she sang like an angel and had a body that could tempt the devil out of any man.

Dash was mesmerized by her. For the next fifteen minutes he paced, his adrenaline racing through his veins. From saving Sunny to watching her strut past the open door in her baby doll pajamas, he couldn’t slow his wildly beating heart. Blood pumped hard and fast through his veins. Hard and fast like he’d like to take her, sliding deep inside her warm wetness.

Damn. What was he thinking? They were in a war zone. Fraternizing with anyone in a war zone would get you sent back to the states ASAP, if it didn’t get him court-martialed first. Anything he might want to do with or to Miss Daye would be completely against the rules.

A slow smile slid across his face. Dash ignored rules when they didn’t make sense, or he didn’t care for them. He’d found it better to act first and beg forgiveness later. As long as the woman was willing.

Chapter 4

Dash turned away from the bedroom and walked toward the front of the motorhome, struggling to get a grip on his desires. When he turned back to the bedroom, he spotted Sunny. She stood in the hallway at the end of the living room, wearing nothing but those darned baby doll pajamas in a pale powder blue. They were nearly sheer.

Dash could see the rosy tips of her nipples through the filmy fabric.

She frowned. “Can’t sleep either?”

He shook his head. Oh, hell no. Not with her lying in the bed in the other room wearing that…that tempting cotton candy nightwear.

Of course, he didn’t say that out loud, but his body screamed it.

“Me either,” she said. “Every time