Chances Are - By Christy Reece Page 0,18
his eyes just as he realized how their positions had changed. The physical response of his body was more revealing than his face, which remained impassive. The hard bulge pressing into her mound gave her the information she wanted.
He felt so good, more perfect than she ever imagined. Swallowing a moan of arousal, Angela closed her eyes as a wave of longing washed over her.
“Just what do you think you’re doing?”
The harsh anger in his voice had her eyes open in a flash. “What do you mean?”
A grimace of pain passed across his face so quickly she might have missed it if she hadn’t been watching him so closely. Without answering, he sprang to his feet.
If she hadn’t been aching with need, she might have been impressed with the powerful athleticism of the move. Instead, Angela lay on the mat, breathless, aching, and once again feeling like a fool. How many times was she going to throw herself at this man before she got it through her head he wanted nothing like that between them? Just because he’d had an erection meant nothing. He was a man…men had erections all the time.
Feeling much older than she had only a few seconds ago, Angela rose to her feet. Jake was standing across the room, staring out the window. Stupid, but she felt as though she should apologize. She wouldn’t. She had done nothing wrong. An invitation had been made and he had refused, once again.
She blew out a tired sigh. “I’m going to take a shower.”
He whirled around and glared. “Like hell you will. We’re still in the middle of a training session. Or have you forgotten that in a couple of days you’re going to try to trap a killer?”
Outrage sent her spine poker straight. “I’ve forgotten nothing.”
He came at her then, swift and lethal. A weapon, the same dummy knife Dylan had used, in his hand. The dark, fierce expression was back in place. She waited until he was half a foot away, timing it just so, then kicked out, knocking the knife from his hand. He reached for her but before he made contact, she stepped out of his way, whirled and then slammed her foot into his chest. Jake grunted, stumbled back, then came toward her once more. She blocked him again and then again. He wouldn’t let up but neither would she.
The relentless look in his eyes told her he would keep going as long as she could. Angela was determined to prove him wrong. Minutes passed as they jabbed, kicked and swung at each other as if their lives depended upon it. Sweat poured from their overheated bodies, the entire atmosphere was tense and electric, alive with a frenetic, sizzling energy. The only sounds were the noises they made when their breath was knocked from them or gasps when one of them made a particularly good hit.
Breathless and trembling with exhaustion, she was teetering, struggling to stay on her feet when Dylan shouted behind her. “Dammit, that’s enough!”
Jake dropped his hands. Angela had already committed to a punch, tried to pull back and failed. The blow to Jake’s face was quick and fierce. She knew it had to have hurt but he barely flinched.
Breath sawed through her lungs so heavily, she could barely hear Dylan’s furious voice. “What the hell did you think you were doing?”
Bent low, her hands on her knees, Angela raised her head and watched as Dylan railed at Jake.
They’d both gotten carried away. It wasn’t all on Jake. In between gulps of breath, she said, “It was…my fault, too.”
Dylan turned his glare on her and it took all of her willpower to not step back. This wasn’t the low key LCR operative she was used to. He was furious with them both.
“I’ll have a word with you in a few minutes. But let me say right now to both of you: You lose control like that again, I’ll have Noah kick your asses off this case before you can blink. Your issues, whatever they are, have to go on the backburner.” He paused a second, then said, “Got that?”
Jake silently blasted curses at himself. How had he allowed the situation to get so out of control? Angela was panting, close to dropping from exhaustion. That last blow she’d made to his face had been well deserved.
“It’s my fault, not hers,” he admitted gruffly.
“I don’t care who’s to blame. Don’t let it happen again.”
Jake gave a short, grim nod of acknowledgment. Being