Ignite (Explosive) by Tessa Teevan Read Free Book Online Page B

the team—Walton, Mundy, and Sanchez. I think I’ll use the long plane ride to try and get to know them better. First deployments are tough, especially when you’re the new guy. In the EOD field, trust is a major factor in completing each mission successfully, so I try and have a personal relationship with each and every one of my guys. Not to sound cliché, but it really can be a matter of life and death.
    I pull out my phone to check all my social networking sites one last time while stateside.
    Alexa Tate, February 12 th , 2012:
    I could really go for one of my The Princess Bride quote-a-thons right about now.
    I can’t even hide the immediate smile that appears, and I have to look up to make sure no one catches me with this cheesy grin only she can bring to my face. The amount of times I’d been forced to watch that movie is at least in the double digits, all thanks to Alexa. One summer it got to the point where she could mute the television and act out every single scene from the movie. I always protested whenever she popped that DVD in, but she’d promise to watch Monty Python and the Holy Grail afterwards, and I always gave in.
    I’ll never forget the time she held a plastic knife to her chest and looked at me expectantly. I just stared at her and shook my head. No way was I going to say that line to her. My basketball shorts were already feeling a little tight in the crotch area so there was no way I was going to look and talk about her breasts, no matter how perfect they really were. And they were. Unlike Sierra, Alexa had developed early and fully. The high school pervert in me remembers wanting to place my hands on her chest and let her know how much she was turning me on. Instead, I was a pussy and kept my hands to myself.
    “Say it, Jace!” Alexa begged, waiting for me to give in to her, because let’s face it, I always did.
    “No way. You’re the weirdo who always wants to act it out. Can’t we just watch?”
    She walked over to the couch, plastic tool in hand, and stood right in front of me. She quirked one eyebrow up as if ready to challenge me.
    “If you don’t say it, then I’m afraid there’s going to be a boob amputation and it’s not going to be pretty.”
    “A boob amputation? Now that would just be a crime against humanity. We can’t have that,” I responded.
    Before she could react, I sat up and grabbed her wrist. I plucked the knife out of her hand and held it behind my back. She looked at me with exasperation and intrigue, as if contemplating what she should do next.
    “There. Now there will be no cutting of any kind,” I said, waiting for her to make her next move.
    Suddenly, she launched herself at me and I fell back against the couch. She straddled my lap as she tried to get my hand from behind my back. I wasn’t budging, and she was getting more annoyed by the second. I could barely contain my laughter, but then she pulled out the secret weapon—tickling. The girl started tickling me! She knew that was my kryptonite, and it wasn’t long before she was able to twist the knife out of my hand. Once she was successful, she moved to get off of me. Not wanting to let her go, I picked her up, flipped her down on the couch, and proceeded to give her a taste of her own medicine.
    “Mercy! Please, stop! I’m going to pee my pants if you don’t stop,” she pleaded.
    “You want me to stop?”
    “Yes!”
    As requested, I stopped and gazed down into her eyes. Her breathing was labored as she looked up at me. I wasn’t sure if she was breathless from the tickling or from how close we were. It was the perfect setting. Right then, I knew that things were about to change in our relationship. Out of nowhere, my lips began to gravitate towards hers, and before I realized what was happening, Sierra walked into the room with Jeremy, effectively killing the moment.
    “McAllister! Off the bus!”
    I’m pulled out of my memories and realize that I’m the only one left on the bus. Taking