Breaking Rules (Delta Force Strong #2) - Elle James Page 0,32

You might want to grab something to eat and drink while I’m occupied. It’s going to be a long night.”

With that parting comment, she breezed past him and hurried toward her motorhome, Dash beside her all the way.

She liked having him with her but knew it wouldn’t be forever. Hell, they barely knew each other.

Did he like to watch football? Sunny did. Ray hadn’t liked to and went off to a jazz bar whenever she wanted to watch the Dallas Cowboys play.

She glanced up at Dash. Did he prefer beer over wine? Or was he a whiskey drinker? She’d peg him for beer. Sunny liked a cool beer on a hot day. Ray had only drunk rum and coke.

Did Dash like mountains or beaches? Where would he spend his honeymoon when he finally let himself fall in love?

As she climbed up into her coach, she sighed. Why did she care? They’d never be together beyond this USO gig in Afghanistan. He had his career; she had hers. They were so diametrically opposed that she couldn’t see any way it would work out, even if they tried.

Was it wrong of her to want more time with Dash?

She sighed again.

“Are you tired?” he asked as he entered the motorhome behind her.

“Not really.” Hell, her blood was still zooming through her veins from the kiss in the tent. Too bad the tent had been occupied, she would’ve liked to extend that kiss to a little heavy petting. Her fingers burned to touch his skin, all over his body.

“You just sighed again.” Dash gripped her arms and turned her to face him. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” she said, without meeting his gaze. If she looked up at him, he might see in her face all the longing she was feeling for a man she’d only just met.

He touched a finger beneath her chin and raised her face, forcing her to look him in the eye. “You were smiling just a minute ago. Now, you look all down in the dumps.”

She forced a smile to her lips. “Is that better?”

He shook his head. “No. That’s not a real smile. It’s actually kind of creepy.” He bent to touch his lips to her forehead. “I know you don’t know me from Adam, but I’m actually a good listener, if you want to talk.”

And tell him that she wanted him? No way.

That would be pretty pathetic for the talent to hit on the bodyguard.

“Thank you. I’m really fine. I just need to get ready for the show tonight.”

He stared down at her a moment longer, his hands still resting lightly on her arms.

Then he let his arms fall to his sides. “I wish Private George hadn’t been in his tent today.”

She smiled a real smile. “Me, too.”

He cupped her cheek in his palm. “I wanted that kiss to go on a lot longer.”

Her heart pounded against her ribs, and her breath came in ragged gasps. “Me, too.”

His head lowered until his lips hovered over hers. “I can’t resist.”

She leaned up on her toes, closing the distance, sealing her mouth over his.

Me, too.

And therein lay the problem. She couldn’t resist this Delta Force soldier.

But resist, she must. Anything she might consider with him would be short-lived and heartbreaking when they had to part ways.

A little devil in the back of her mind reminded her, Isn’t it better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all?

Even if it was only for a few days on the road across Afghanistan?

Dash let Sunny take the lead on the kiss. If she wanted to end it sooner, he wouldn’t stop her. But boy, he didn’t want it to end. He pushed his tongue past her teeth, stroking hers in a long steady glide.

He had the intense urge to sweep her up into his arms and carry her back to the bedroom and make mad, passionate love to her.

What was keeping him from doing just that? They were finally alone in the motor coach. If they locked the doors, no one would walk in, unless they let them in.

Dash glanced at the clock. Sunny had less than an hour to prepare for her performance. He didn’t want to rush her through making love. When he made love to her, he wanted to take his time exploring every inch of her body. He wanted to take her with his mouth and play her until she came.

And that was assuming she wanted it, too. One hour wasn’t enough to accomplish all that, and