Secure her heart to his? Abram rubbed at the back of his neck, his teeth clenching at the thought of everything that could go wrong in his attempt to get them out of the fortress and to the extraction point on time.
The transport wouldn’t be able to wait on them for long. The terrorist activity in the area made the extraction itself highly dangerous.
“No risk, no gain, my friend.” Tariq grinned as Abram shot him a hard glance.
The risk was high enough to scare the shit out of him if he allowed himself to think about it.
“Are you two finished bonding in there yet?” Paige’s voice came through the connecting door. “Or do you need a few more minutes?”
Immediately arousal turned to full, flaming lust. It swept through his body like a tidal wave and sent fingers of electric energy sizzling through his brain.
Seduce his woman? God help him, he would be lucky if he found the control to undress first. How much easier it would be to push the thobe to her waist, his trousers below his hips, and take her with all the impatience and driving need torturing him.
He’d stayed away from her for three days, he’d fought like hell to find the CIA asset able to locate and set up the extraction team. He had to get her the hell out of Saudi Arabia.
“See if you can find our contact tonight then,” he ordered. “I want extraction ASAP, Tariq. If I have to wait much longer, I’m contacting Khalid. Tell our mutual friends who pass along information that in twelve hours I contact the desert lion.”
Khalid’s nickname among the tribes in the outlying desert areas was cemented. He was known as a savage enemy, a fierce ally.
Tariq nodded sharply, his expression stilling, all frustration, arousal, or any hint of anger smoothing away.
“While you’re out, check the tunnel exit as well and ensure no one has found the cavern that leads to it. If Azir and Jafar are still searching for it, then they may get lucky. If they do, then we’re all screwed.”
Abram watched as the door at the other end of the room swung open to reveal Paige.
Her expression was coolly polite, her emerald gaze straightforward and revealing little of her emotions.
“Do you think you two boys could play together later?” she asked as she propped her hand on her hip and leaned against the door frame.
Abram’s gaze narrowed on her slowly. She knew how such a display of dominance toward him would affect him.
His dick, already iron hard and fully engorged seemed to swell further and harden painfully.
He’d stayed away from her as much as possible. Now, there would be no saving either of them from the hunger raging through him.
“Of course we can, precious,” he all but crooned as his gaze drifted over the thobe and he imagined the sweet perfection of her body underneath. “If you’re offering to play in other ways, then I am of course available.”
Her nostrils flared in irritation. “Well of course you’d be available for your idea of fun,” she scoffed. If he wasn’t mistaken there may have been a flash of hurt in her eyes.
“Tonight, precious, I am at your disposal however you may wish me.” He held his arms out at his side, a part of him cringing that she should be hurt by anything after what she had already suffered. She had suffered because he had been unable to rein in his interest in her enough to at least keep her safe.
Turning, he nodded to Tariq to begin the job he’d given him before moving for the entrance to the other room and the woman that haunted his thoughts and his desires.
As he escorted her back into his suite he was aware of Tariq closing the door between them and allowing them privacy as he prepared to leave.
“Now, what activities would please you within the confines of what I can provide you?”
How he wished they were in the U.S. rather than here. She could dress in the sexy, flirty clothes he had seen her in before and he could take her to her favorite restaurant or perhaps a starlit dinner on one of the exclusive dinner yachts.
He could take her dancing or they could attend a play.
“Within the confines of what you can provide.” She shook her head at the addendum. “Which isn’t much, is it?”
Her back was to him, hiding her expression, but the pensive regret in her tone was unmistakable.
“It isn’t much,” he agreed. “But hopefully, this will be over soon. We’ll go out then, Paige. I’ll take you to a place where everyone will see the beauty that’s on my arm.”
A few more days at most. As soon as he or Tariq could locate the CIA asset they worked with in the area.