Delta Force Rescue - Elle James Page 0,34
but it was hard to be when she had Rafe with her and she was surrounded by the beauty of the Montana mountains.
They spent another night in each other’s arms, making love until after midnight. Early the next morning, they were awakened by the buzzing of the satellite phone.
Rafe rolled out of the bed and padded barefooted across to the table to answer. “Donovan here.”
He listened for a few minutes, and then nodded. “I’ll tell her… We will. Let us know if you have any trouble. Yes, sir. Out here.”
“Did they get Alejandra moved?” Briana leaned up on an elbow, letting the sheet slide down to expose her breasts. She hoped it would be enough to make Rafe come back to bed and make love to her again. They’d have to add condoms to the list of supplies they needed Hank and Sadie to pick up in town.
That would be awkward.
“Hank said they have Alejandra in a safe house here in Montana with a couple of his guys providing round-the-clock protection. They flew her out on a private plane in the middle of the night and landed in the dark. She and the baby are safe. He wants us to be extra vigilant.”
A knot formed in Briana’s gut. “Why do we need to be extra vigilant? The way I see it, you don’t need to protect me now. I don’t know where Alejandra is hiding. I couldn’t tell El Chefe even if I wanted.”
Rafe laid down in the bed beside her and gathered her in his arms. “You know that, and I know that, but El Chefe Diablo doesn’t. As far as he knows, you’re the only one who knows where Alejandra is hiding.”
“Then we can just tell him I don’t know anymore. That she’s gone from the location where I left her.”
“He may or may not believe you. And if he does believe you, he might want revenge against you for interfering in the first place. And if we contact him, he might figure out where you are. We can’t risk that.”
Briana sighed. “How long can I hide from this man? It doesn’t make any sense. Maybe we need to come out in the open and flush out his minions.”
Rafe pressed his lips to hers. “No.”
“I can’t live like this forever. I have a job. A life.”
“And he could snuff it out in a heartbeat.”
She captured his face between her palms. “Seriously, as much as I love being with you, I can’t live like this forever. You can’t protect me forever.”
“Are you tired of me already?” Rafe leaned over her and kissed her forehead, her cheeks and her nose.
Her pulse quickened, and an ache built deep down in her core. “Far from it. But we have to be real.”
Rafe kissed a path down her neck, across her collarbone and lower to claim one tightly budded nipple.
“Are you listening to me?” she asked, her voice more of a moan.
“I’m listening,” he said and sucked the nipple into his mouth.
God, the things he was doing to her made her come apart at the seams. She tried to focus. “Life has to go on.”
“Can it wait until after we make love?” he asked, as he switched to the other breast.
“Rafe,” she started to argue, but the air left her lungs as his hand slipped over her belly to cup her sex.
“Yes, Briana?” he said and blew a warm stream of air over her damp nipple. “I’m here.” Rafe kissed her nipple and moved lower to her rib. “And here.” He kissed another rib. “And here.”
“Oh, who am I kidding?” She gave up and made love to him in broad daylight with Lucy lying on the floor in front of the door. If El Chefe Diablo was coming for her, she’d at least have enjoyed the time she spent with Rafe. When it was all over, she’d go back to Chicago, and he’d go on to his next assignment with the Brotherhood Protectors.
After they made love, they lay for a long time in each other’s arms, while birds sang outside, and sunshine streamed through the single window.
“I’ll miss this, when it’s all over,” she whispered.
“Why should you miss this?” he asked.
Before she could answer, an alarm went off on the surveillance system.
Rafe sprang from the bed, grabbed his handgun and ran to the video monitor. He studied the six display windows on the screen. One had a red outline. In the display image stood a four-legged animal.
Lucy paced at the door but didn’t