raising her index finger. “Hands off.”
He shook his head. “Broke that rule already. Kinda had to in order to pull you out of that body bag. What else have you got?” He wanted to laugh at her attempt to keep them on neutral footing, when it was obvious she was as attracted to him as he was to her.
“Two.” She held up two fingers, and then touched her lips with them, her eyes glazing over. “No…kissing.”
Dash’s grin grew broader. “Once again, I’ve broken that rule as well. Any more rules I should be aware of?”
She nodded, and her voice dropped to little more than a whisper. “No falling in love with the talent.”
His breath caught in his throat as he stared hard at the woman sitting across from him.
Love?
He’s sworn off love the moment he’d entered Delta Force. Sharing a motorhome with this amazing singer wouldn’t make him rethink his stance on no relationships until he left the force.
She held up her hands, the pillow falling to her lap, exposing her semi-sheer pajama top. Her nipples grew tight in the cool air, forming twin peaks beneath the powder blue flimsy fabric.
Dash’s groin tightened to the point he was uncomfortable sitting. He drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Maybe I have a few rules, too.”
Chapter 5
“Rules?” Sunny’s voice squeaked. Then in a more measured tone, she said, “Really? Like what?”
He held up his index finger. “One: never wear those night clothes unless you want me to touch you.”
She shivered at the hot glance he ran over her body and across her exposed knees. Sunny gulped back a rush of desire that stunned her and made her all shivery inside. “That goes against my rule number one of Don’t touch.”
“Yes, and no. If you don’t wear that, I won’t be as tempted to touch. If you wear that, I’ll assume you want me to touch you.”
Her shoulders straightened. Hell, she’d show up naked and see what he had to say about that.
His brow creased. “On second thought, I don’t think it’s the nightclothes. You have a way of making a man want to touch you. I’ll just have to retain focus on the mission and ignore my baser instincts.”
“And that’s possible?” She raised a single eyebrow. “You just kissed me…unprovoked.”
“Yeah, but you kissed me back,” he said with a grin.
She straightened and lifted her chin. “I did not.”
“Want me to do it again to test the theory?” He leaned forward, his face so close it wouldn’t take much for their lips to meet.
She swayed toward him, and her lips touched his. The connection sent a jolt of electricity through her.
He gathered her to him, his arms tightening around her, pressing her breasts to his chest.
Sunny couldn’t fight the heat that overwhelmed her and made her want to be even closer. She surrendered to his mouth, opening to let him sweep past her teeth to caress her tongue.
Sweet heaven, he tasted so good and felt even better. His hands in her hair, her body pressed to his sparked more than desire. It generated a Tsunami of feelings she’d never felt before. Pure, unadulterated lust. She wanted to take him into her, there on the couch. Now.
When he lifted his head, she strained to follow him, only to be left looking up into his dancing eyes.
He brushed his thumb across her cheek. “My point is proven.”
Damn him.
She leaned away from him. “You’ve proven nothing.”
He tightened his arms around her back, bringing her close again. “Want to go for round three?”
“No,” she whispered, her gaze on his lips, her desire swelling again. Yes, she wanted to go for round three with the Delta. No, she couldn’t tell him that. Not and keep the ball in her court.
She almost laughed out loud at herself. Her court? Ha! He had all the advantage with his hunky body, his strong hands and those lips that set her entire being on fire.
She cleared her throat and pushed her hands against his chest. “That was number one. Do you have any more rules?”
He nodded. “Two: If you want to kiss me, all you have to do is ask.”
“That goes against my No Kissing rule.”
“Only if you sneak one in on me.” He winked. “I’m not saying I’ll refuse you, but a guy likes to know when his woman wants him.”
“I don’t—”
Dash pressed a finger to her lips. “Shh. Now, don’t lie. It doesn’t look good on an angel.”
She frowned. “I’m not an angel.”
“You look and sound