Aegis Security 02 - Sinful Surrender by Elisabeth Naughton Read Free Book Online Page B

sweet roused Brian from a deep sleep. Blinking several times, he stretched his arms over his head, then rolled to his back on the soft, pillow-top mattress.
    “You sleep like the dead,” a sweet, sexy voice said to his left. “Did anyone ever tell you that?”
    Brian glanced toward the dark-haired vixen sitting cross-legged on the covers next to him, a mug of steaming coffee cradled in her hands and a wicked-hot smile curling her sensual lips. Morning light cascaded over her in bands of gold and white, making her look almost angelic, contrasting with the naughty things she’d done to him last night. His blood warmed at just the sight of her in his shirt again, his body coming instantly awake and alert with the memory of what she felt like beneath him, above him, bent over in front of him.
    He sucked in a deep breath, planted his feet on the mattress, and scooted back in the pillows, careful to drag the sheet with him so she couldn’t see what she was doing to his body. Guilt slithered in. A guilt that told him he never should have stayed last night, shouldn’t have enjoyed it so much, definitely shouldn’t be here right now. “A few people have mentioned it.”
    “Lucky girls.” She handed him the steamy mug.
    “Not girls,” he said, taking a deep sip. Man, that tasted good. Almost as good as her. “Army buddies.”
    “You were in the military?”
    He nodded and took another sip, hoping the caffeine would wake up his brain so he’d stop thinking with his dick. “Delta Force. Seven years.”
    “Wow.” She rested her elbow on her folded knee and perched her cute little chin on her hand. “Is that how you got that scar on your back?”
    Just the mention made his shoulder throb, and he rolled it back against the pillows. “Yeah.”
    She pursed her lips, waiting, he knew, for more. When he didn’t elaborate, she said, “How did you have time to ski?”
    Brian’s hand froze, mug halfway to his mouth. Shit, he’d told her he was a professional skier, hadn’t he? His mind spun. “Just comes naturally, I guess.” He glanced down at his coffee, desperate to change the subject. “You put Baileys in this. Where did you get it?”
    “On the plane on the way out here. I tossed the little bottle in my purse on the flight. Irish cream is one of the few alcohols I do like.”
    He lifted his mug to his lips. “You aren’t trying to get me drunk, are you?”
    “Well…” Her hesitant word drew his gaze, and he caught the sheepish expression crossing her features. “That depends. Are you a mean drunk?”
    His eyes narrowed, and he lowered his coffee. He’d meant the comment as a joke, but he could tell now she was up to something. He just didn’t know what. From the moment he’d met her, she’d been throwing him for a loop. “What’s going on?”
    She shifted to her knees, leaned back on her heels, and rested her hands on her thighs. His black shirt fell open at her chest, drawing his attention to her gorgeous breasts. “Okay, I have something to tell you, but I don’t want you to get mad.”
    His stomach tightened, and the words oh shit echoed in his head. Ryder hadn’t told him everything, the dickhead. “If this is the point where you tell me you’re married—”
    “No.” A relieved laugh slipped past her lips. “No, I’m definitely not married. It’s nothing like that.”
    A whisper of relief passed through him. Then his mind sharpened on her brother—and his boss—and he stiffened, wondering if she’d talked to him this morning. “If it’s not that, then—”
    “I don’t write back-cover copy for books,” she blurted out. “In fact, I don’t even read as much as I like, because I just don’t have the time. I”—her nose wrinkled in an adorable little way—“write songs.”
    “You do,” he said slowly. She was fessing up. All on her own. Part of him was thrilled, because he really liked her. But another part—the guilty part—knew this meant he’d need to go sooner rather