“What?” The voice at the other end was wary, careful.
“We have a problem,” Kiowa reported, his patience straining to the limit as he listened to a series of pauses and low clicks that indicated added security to the line.
“What’s the problem?” Dash Sinclair wasn’t known for his friendly personality or his patience with problems. His military training and danger surrounding him and his family made for one very suspicious man.
“Babysitting duty has gone sour,” he snapped tightly. “She was hit on the head but woke up fine. Now, she’s showing all the signs of date rape drugs with none of the drug in her system. She’s in distress…”
Damn, so was he. He was about to come in his jeans with each little whimpering moan from her throat.
“Shit!” The sizzling curse that came across the line surprised him. Dash didn’t upset easily. “Did you kiss her?”
Kiss her?
“What the f**k does that have to do with anything?”
“Listen to me, you mangy ass**le,” Dash snapped, causing Kiowa to grimace at the insult. “Did you or did you not kiss her?”
“Yes,” he snarled back. “She was getting ready to scream, I kissed her. Now what the hell does that have to do with shit?”
“God, if Callan doesn’t lift the restriction on this information someone is going to get killed,” Dash muttered. “Listen to me Kiowa; you have a shit load of problems here.”
“It was a kiss,” he bit out. “Do you think I’ve never kissed a woman before? It never hurt one before.”
“You weren’t kissing your f**king mate before either,” Dash snarled, causing Kiowa to still in shock. “Is your tongue swollen?”
Swollen? It was throbbing as hard as his dick was.
“Kiowa?” Dash snapped seconds later. “Answer me.”
“Yes, Sir,” he replied without thinking, the military tone Dash used snapping into his brain when nothing else could.
“Damn.”
“What?” Kiowa snarled. “Explain it.”
“No time and not enough security,” Dash informed him, his voice turning cold. “Hold on.”
Hold on? Amanda arched beneath the blanket again, her head twisting on the mattress as she whimpered heatedly. The smell of her juices had his body on fire, his mouth watering for the taste of her sweet little pu**y.
His hand clenched the phone as he fought the need to push Simon and Steph from the room. If he didn’t get his c**k in her soon he was going to go insane.
“No extraction available,” Dash suddenly snapped. “Proceed to Alpha location and await further information.”
Dash snorted. That was just his luck, no way to get a helicopter to him and now Dash was sending him to the one place guaranteed to get him killed.
“Yeah, right, Major,” he growled. “Like I can get in there.”
“Clearance has been arranged and explanations will be given. In the meantime, don’t kiss her again, and do nothing to heighten her arousal. Get your ass there now, Kiowa, and hers. You don’t have time to spare. Now let me talk to Simon.”
He handed the phone to the other man as he moved to release the ties that bound Amanda’s slender ankles. The three-inch heels on the leather ankle boots were so damned sexy he wanted to howl at the sight of it. And those red stockings were enough to make a man come in his jeans. Leaving the blanket on her, he ignored Simon’s part of the conversation as well as the extra call he made seconds later. Kiowa untied Amanda’s hands instead, massaging the fragile wrists as she turned to him.
“I’m cold,” she whispered, lifting drowsy eyes to his.
“I know, baby.” He kept his voice soft, as gentle as possible as he discreetly straightened her clothes and wrapped her snuggly in the blanket.
She didn’t smell cold though. She smelled hot and sweet and ready to take every inch of his throbbing cock.
“Tell me what’s wrong with me.” Her voice was slurred, her eyes so dilated that only a fragile ring of color remained.