Hostile Territory - Marie James Page 0,66
has me. “Finding Dani hasn’t solved the problem with Petrovich.”
She quirks an eyebrow up, eyes searching mine.
“Motherfucker,” I mutter before I turn and reach for the doorknob. “Wren, go with her and help her get her shit out of Gramps’ truck in the parking garage. Pack a small bag, Anna. We’ll be in the Maldives in less than twenty-four hours.”
I don’t have to look over my shoulder to know that she’s grinning like she just won a battle as I walk away.
Chapter 28
Anna
Regret.
That’s the look filling Deacon’s eyes right now.
The sex was amazing, earth-shattering even, but the second it was done, I know he wished it never happened.
How am I supposed to feel about that?
My body still gets tingles when I let myself think of the groan he released when he came. God, that groan.
Tilting my head back on the headrest, I stare at the ceiling of the plane, my fingers clenching the armrests like the tension in my muscles will be relieved if I can just grip a little harder.
He won’t speak to me, and believe me, I’ve tried more than once. I get clipped answers and looks that beg me to stop talking. I’m not a prude. I’ve done the one-off thing before. I’m able to have great sex and walk away. Well, I’ve never had sex as good as it was with Deacon, but amazing orgasms aren’t the be-all and end-all. I’m thirty years old for heaven’s sake. I should be better at being able to chalk it up to what it was, a great night that’ll never happen again.
And if that’s the case, why can’t I stop looking in his direction, hoping to find him looking back at me? Why does the fact that there’s a room in the back make my skin heat with anticipation? Why does the sight of his jeans stretched across muscled thighs make me want to lick my lips and suggest dirty things? When did I turn into a sex-crazed animal?
Deacon is bent over his phone less than ten feet away, but we might as well be in different universes with all the attention he’s paid me since leaving the BBS office. He doesn’t want me here, doesn’t want me interfering in going to get Dani, and that makes me wonder what’ll happen when we get there.
He’s the love of my life. Dani’s words echo in my ear, a warning and red flag for the mistake he clearly thinks we made the other night. Eight years is a drop in time where soulmates are concerned, and I’m a fool to think he’s over her. He jumped at the opportunity to look for her. He can blame his chivalry to run to her aid all he wants, but deep down I know it’s obligation to the girl that got away that had him chartering this jet to the Maldives. He’s still linked to her, no matter the time and distance separating them, no matter that Dani goes through men like she’s determined to taste every flavor of the rainbow before she dies.
Just that thought has me swallowing against the ball of my own regret swimming up my throat. I don’t want her hurt or harmed in any way, but I saw the video Wren presented just like he did. Dani isn’t living in fear, hiding from the Russians like we thought. She’s drinking fruity cocktails and smiling at handsome cabana boys, charming her way through the good-looking men at her beck and call.
I didn’t miss the way Deacon’s jaw clenched at her on the computer screen. He’s jealous, pissed that she’s even entertaining the thought of other men. If we didn’t sleep together prior to him seeing her on that screen, I’d say he only did it to get back at her. But we did in fact have sex before this new information came to light, which means he was only sating a need. Men are sexual creatures, right? Keeping in mind the whole I have an erection, let’s solve this problem mentality, that means I could’ve been anyone and it would have made no difference.
“Fuck,” I grumble, my eyes still tilted to the ceiling.
“Try to get some sleep,” Flynn suggests, but that would be an impossibility.
I couldn’t sleep while in close proximity to Deacon Black right now without the help of chemical intervention, and I doubt any of the guys have the prescription pills it would require to keep my thoughts from spinning a mile a minute.
As I look around the