and drew it up around his waist, settling in the hollow of her pelvis, getting her closer, reveling in the tease of the silken softness he’d encounter between her legs.
Then that tantalizing, wayward hand was back against his waistband, heading south, driving him wild, and he knew—he knew she was going to take him in her hand, stroke him, get him even harder than he already was, and he was going to let her. Oh, man, was he going to let her.
“Tris,” she moaned, her hand sliding the last few inches home. Oh, damn, her palm was so soft, her fingers so delicate, her leg wrapping around his waist, her hand doing the same to his cock—and he was dying…dying. But it was the sound of her voice that turned him on. Her shortening his name like that. Like they had already been lovers. He knew he was in trouble the moment he laid eyes on this woman. He couldn’t breathe and he thrust into her hand, trying to find his brains in the right head.
She wanted him, and deep, deep down inside, in a dark place where he’d locked, bolted and chained the door, and thrown away the key, his emotions stirred. They stirred hard and fast, like the faster-than-the-speed-of-sound bullet that issued from the muzzle of his rifle.
He never heard her coming.
One shot to his heart, one kill. A perfect hot zero.
Ooh-rah.
Chapter Eight
Amber opened her mouth wider, took him deeper, and it still wasn’t enough—not even close.
She was doomed. Nothing should be this hot, this fast, and nothing ever had been, not in her whole life, except Tristan Michaels. She’d come to MWTC for a mission—an expected short mission.
She needed to check all these loose ends like Randall Mayer and why James Connelly was up on that mountain, where he had been for two whole days.
She hadn’t come here to kiss Tristan.
She had not come for this. But ever since she’d met the man, her heart hadn’t stopped racing. It was crazy. She knew it—but God, she was a professional, and everything should have been kept at that level. Except Tristan had taken it to a different place.
The way he felt, the way he smelled, the angle of his jaw, the nape of his neck, the way he held her in his arms, his strength—with his mouth on hers and his arms around, she never wanted to let him go.
And, damn, it wasn’t supposed to be this way. She had her hand down his pants and that was not at all professional!
But she couldn’t help it. What she said was true, the man was a tease, a sensual tease. All six feet plus of warm, smooth skin and ironbound muscle. He was so beautiful, a warrior with black hair and blue eyes, and a face stripped of all pretense. He was what he was, and he was the first man she’d been unable to resist.
A need was building in her, totally irresistible, damnably inevitable.
Doomed.
She held his face in her hands, covering him with kisses, and he slid his hand over her buttocks and pulled her against the erection she’d just had her hand wrapped around. Yes was all she could think. It was too easy with him and hard all at the same time. She wished she could understand him better.
“Damn, Amber.” His voice caught on a gasp as she bit his lip.
He pressed her back against the wall. It was so incredible, the sensations so intensely sweet, the rush of emotion overwhelming.
He swore softly as she ran her hands up the length of his arms. He felt so good, hard and male beneath her hands. He threaded his fingers through her hair again. The whole thing was amazing—the heat, the scent of him, the hardness of his body. It seemed like forever since she’d been with a man like this.
All he had to do was breathe to turn her on.
He sealed his mouth over hers and sucked on her tongue and just flat out filled her whole body with the sensation of sex, from the top of her head down. Everything. Consuming her.
He moved one arm down around under her bottom, holding her tight, lifting her hips into his…
Her cell phone rang, and she broke away from him, looking up at him for a startled moment. He groaned and rested his head into the hollow of her throat while she dug and fumbled for her cell phone.
“Dalton,” she answered, her voice breathless.
“Agent Dalton, this is Corporal Morgan.