HOT SEAL Rescue (HOT SEAL Team - Book 3) by Lynn Raye Harris Read Free Book Online

else to be strong for a moment.
    His fingers stroked over her hair. The touch was light, but it went deep into her soul for some crazy reason.
    “Maybe I’m wrong, but rogue says to me that someone no longer plays by the rules. That they have an agenda beyond the official agenda and they are willing to do anything to get it. Would someone who’d turned against the CIA care whether or not her hostage lived? Or would she kill him as soon as he’d served his purpose?”
    She sucked in a breath. “She’d let him live if there was no point in killing him. And there wasn’t. You got me out of the Venetian. That’s all I needed.”
    “Yeah, well, you could have forced me into the parking garage and into a vehicle and then dumped me along the way.”
    “You took my gun. I couldn’t do any of it.” She sniffed.
    He chuckled softly. “True. But let me have my fantasy, okay? So you didn’t shoot me then—and you didn’t take any of the opportunities you’ve had since I returned your clip to leave me for dead.”
    She twisted her fingers into the fabric of his T-shirt. It was much too intimate, but she liked it. “I’m biding my time,” she said. “You’re still useful.”
    He laughed out loud this time, and a wave of relief washed over her that he’d found it funny. Yeah, she was a smart-ass and sometimes it went too far. Maybe she shouldn’t have said it at all—but he’d been amused, and that was a good thing.
    “I live to serve, baby.”
    She pushed back enough that she could see his face. He was so close, so damned appealing, and warmth flooded her. Eyes the color of the desert sky stared back at her.
    Her gaze dropped to his mouth. Those lips begged to be kissed. They were firm, smooth, and sensual. She imagined them against hers, imagined how they would feel and taste.
    “Miranda.”
    She snapped her attention to his eyes again. They were still blue, still clear—but now they gleamed hotly, their depths intense.
    “Yes?” She tried to make the word innocent, clueless.
    “I just saw you naked. I’m not likely to forget that sight anytime soon. And while I didn’t come over here to be a douche and make a move on you while you’re upset, if you keep looking at me like I’m something you’d like to saddle up and ride, I’m going to oblige your curiosity.”
    Her heart was in her throat, fluttering away like a moth’s wings beating against the jar someone had trapped it in. She didn’t know this man at all, and yet a part of her very much wanted to go there with him.
    Crazy.
    “I’m sorry,” she said, pushing away from him even more.
    He took his arm from around her and put his hands together in his lap. “Don’t apologize. I like the way you look at me. But I’m only human, Miranda. And I’m pretty sure this isn’t what you really want right now.”
    “I don’t know what I want,” she admitted.
    He pushed to his feet and went over to the tiny kitchen where he pulled a beer out of the fridge. “How about one of these?”
    “Sure.”
    He got another one out, popped the tops, and brought them back. After handing her one, he took the seat opposite her again. And yes, she glanced at his dick to see if it was hard. It was, which only made her wetter.
    “I don’t think you’ve gone rogue,” he said, propping a foot on the coffee table. Hiding the evidence of his arousal, sad to say. “But you’re in over your head, that’s for sure.”
    “Do you think this is something HOT can sort out?” Because she was done believing in the agency. Done believing that even Badger could do anything for her this time. She was on her own for the first time in years, and she didn’t quite know how she was going to get out of this mess without help.
    He took a sip of the beer. “I think it’s possible, yeah.”
    She played with her bottle but didn’t drink it. “I hope you’re right. Because I think if you don’t, I’m a dead woman.”
    His eyes flashed. “Not on my watch, babe.