Dangerous in Training (Aegis Group, #2) by Sidney Bristol Read Free Book Online Page B

and felt his body heat. Her body swayed toward him, a magnet drawn to its opposite. Slanting her gaze up at him, she draped an arm over his shoulder. He stared down at her, completely unmoved. Had she imagined earlier? Because right now he seemed a whole lot more interested in glaring at her.
    For once she’d like to seriously know if she affected him like he did her. How when she was close to him, her body was too hot, she tingled and wanted something she’d never had before. With him. It was always him, damn it.
    “Dance with me?” she asked.
    His brows drew down and she could already hear the “no” on his lips.
    Hannah pushed away from him, the rejection stinging. Again. Always again. Always her. He wanted her, but he wouldn’t act on it. Not even after the moment upstairs or in her bedroom. He’d gone cold on her all over again.
    Mason caught her hand and reeled her back against his chest, his front to her back. He clenched her hip with one hand, each finger a branding iron. She felt the heat of him all the way to her core. A breath stuttered out of her lungs, only to get caught in her throat.
    Hope was a fragile thing. All she’d hoped for were stolen moments with him. No commitment. Nothing that would put him at danger. Just a kiss. A night. Something she could hold onto when she was alone.
    He brought their clasped hands up to rest against her stomach and pressed them closer together. The puff of warm breath against her neck, the slight scrape of his stubble over her sensitive skin had her shivering despite the tropical temperatures. He slowly rocked from side to side, catching the beat of the music.
    They couldn’t be together. She got that. But wasn’t the point of a vacation, of going to Mexico, to get away from everything? There was no one here that knew them. No one to report back to her dad. They could have this. One long weekend. She wanted that fantasy to be real, if just for a few days. After that, she’d never ask for more.
    She turned in his hold, needing to see him. They were so close she could feel the hard ridges of muscle down his chest, the flex of those muscles as their bodies swayed in time together, weaving a spell of sensual magic.
    One of his hands drifted lower, resting on her ass, urging her closer until they were pressed together from knee to shoulder.
    This was a fantasy. The one time they could live out whatever desire they had for each other. And right now, she wanted to feel like any other girl on the dance floor.
    Hannah tipped her chin up and leaned in, but Mason turned his head. She drew back as far as his hold would allow.
    He’d hold her. Even dance with her. But a kiss was out of the question?
    “Let go of me,” she said.
    “Hannah—”
    “You don’t get to do this.” She pushed his hands away and slipped through the crowd, searching for a way out.
    Mason would be there, behind her somewhere, never out of sight. She couldn’t get too far without him following. God, she wanted to strangle him. She’d suggested leaving—he said they should stay. They stayed—but he wouldn’t cross that boundary between them. He kissed her—and she couldn’t kiss him. The constant flip-flopping was making her crazy.
    “Oopsie!”
    Hannah walked straight into a gorgeous black woman carrying two slushy drinks in hollowed out coconuts. The icy mixture sloshed down the front of Hannah’s cover-up, chilling any lingering ardor.
    “I am so sorry.” The woman held out the drinks.
    “No, that was totally my fault.” Hannah shivered as a cool ocean breeze swept inland.
    “Christine, what did you do?” A second woman joined the first, hands on her hips. “Did she do that? Chris, you’re such a klutz.”
    “I’m so, so sorry.” Christine set the drinks down on a table and grabbed a napkin, which she offered to Hannah.
    “It’s totally fine.” She chuckled. “It’s just a cover-up thing. I should have paid more attention to where I’m going. My fault, really.”
    “But