Hard Line - Pamela Clare Page 0,26

Thor—and thanks.”

He gave her a smile that made her breath catch—and walked away.

She flicked on her light, locked her door behind her, and flopped onto her bed.

Good God.

How could she be so stupid?

She had a full-blown crush on Thor Isaksen.

Thor got into bed and closed his eyes, images of Samantha running through his mind. Samantha in tears at her friend’s memorial service. Samantha looking terrified on the flight back from the crash site. Samantha concentrating as she did calibrations on the SPT. Samantha’s face alight with passion when she talked about galaxy clusters. Samantha blushing like a teenage girl when he’d caught her checking out his cock.

She was a mass of contradictions. A razor-sharp mind and confident when it came to her field of study. Reserved and insecure when it came to her sense of herself as a woman. Was that the result of being bullied as a kid? Did she truly believe she wasn’t attractive? That’s not exactly what she’d said, to be sure, but she had implied it.

If I had a body like Kristi’s, maybe…

Thor had been serious when he’d said Kristi had nothing on her. He’d seen Kristi, and she was sexy—sweet face, dark hair, light brown skin, round ass, full breasts with dark nipples. But he didn’t need to see Samantha naked to know he’d find her sexy, too. Despite her layers and winter clothes, he could tell she was willowy like a dancer. Her breasts were small, and he loved the sweetness of small, delicate breasts.

Heat rushed to his groin.

Stop thinking about her breasts.

He needed to focus on his job, not Samantha. Tower had trusted him enough to place him in command of this operation, and he didn’t want to fail.

He willed himself to think of something else.

Russerne. The Russians.

He’d left Samantha and walked back to his room to find them gone.

Segal had given him a quick update. “I heard them out here wondering which room was yours. When I confronted them and asked them why they’d backed out of ice streaking and what they were doing here, they said they’d changed their minds and had gotten lost on their way to their rooms. It’s bullshit, of course.”

“Of course.” But Thor would rather see them here, outside his room, than outside Samantha’s. He was armed and trained for combat. She wasn’t.

There was one other thing that struck him. Vasily knew about Sirius. Thor had never met anyone outside of Denmark or Greenland who knew what it was. That meant Vasily must have some military experience.

Or perhaps he was old KGB.

Thor would check in with Tower, bring him up to date.

He had just begun to drift off, a dream about the Antarctic sky and running naked coalescing in his mind, when the alarm on his phone went off.

He sat bolt upright, grabbed it, and was on his feet when he saw.

On his screen was a black-and-white image of a naked Jones undressing Kristi.

Thor reached for his radio. “Jones, this is Isaksen. Turn off your fucking camera.”

He heard Kristi giggle through the wall, watched Jones on his screen as he walked over, dick swinging, and switched off the device.

The image on Thor’s phone went black.

Hold dog kæft!

Fuck.

But that was just the beginning. A few minutes later, the soundtrack began.

“Oh, God, yes! Ahhhh!” Kristi’s moans went on until Thor was tempted to pound on the wall or knock on the door. “Ahhhh! Fuck me! Oh, like that! Yes!”

Listening to the two of them fuck didn’t do anything to cool his blood, his cock rock hard now. But no way was he going to get off to the sound of Jones getting it on.

Her cry was quickly followed by Jones groaning.

Great. They’d come. Now maybe Thor—and Segal, who could surely hear this, too—could get some sleep. He would have to talk to Jones in the morning. It was one thing to get laid during downtime on the job. It was another to keep the rest of them awake while doing it.

Thor closed his eyes again. But thoughts of Samantha wouldn’t leave him—and neither would his hard-on.

He took himself in hand and let himself imagine that they were alone in the Dark Sector Lab, peeling off each other’s layers. He pulled the pencil out of her hair, let the blond strands fall around her shoulders. Then he bared and kissed those sweet, small breasts until she writhed and moaned.

He finished undressing her, kissing his way over her belly, caressing the flare of her hips, grasping the curves of her ass,