Reclaimed (Hostage Rescue Team Series Book 10) by Kaylea Cross Read Free Book Online

later she was gripping those broad shoulders, fingers digging into his muscles. And all she could think about was what it would feel like to sink them into his naked back while he used that wicked mouth on other parts of her body.
    As though he knew what she was thinking, with another easy smile he leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to her tingling lips. “You taste just as sweet as I thought you would,” he whispered, his fingers dragging against her scalp in a drugging caress as they left her hair.
    She had to force herself to release his shoulders, drew the wrap tighter around herself to hide the way her nipples were beaded tight against the bodice of her dress. Her mind was blank, completely wiped clean from a single kiss. That had never happened to her before.
    “How busy are you going to be with studying the rest of this week?” he asked.
    “Not so busy that I wouldn’t make time for you.” Yeah, her voice definitely sounded a little breathless, but it was a miracle she could formulate a sentence right now.
    His eyes warmed as he smiled. “Good, then I’ll call you.” The hand splayed across her back rubbed gently before withdrawing, and she immediately regretted the loss of his touch. “Thanks for the date. Have a good night.”
    She almost asked him to come upstairs, something she never did on a first date. But there was something about him that made her want to throw caution aside, and it wasn’t just that he came with an expiration date. In just a few short hours together, this man had already begun to work his way under her skin.
    And the truth was, she liked the feel of him there too much to stop whatever was forming between them.

 
     
     

Chapter Five
     
     
    Present day
     
    Adam shoved open the door and stumbled into his hotel room, barely aware of moving.
    Ten hours. Ten fucking hours since Summer had been taken and not a single trace of her. He’d spent that entire time searching in the vicinity where she’d been kidnapped at gunpoint, kicking down doors with his teammates and following leads that had gone nowhere.
    The Jordanians were working on the situation with them but so far they’d found nothing of use. By now she could be across the border in Syria for all he knew.
    He sank down on the edge of his bed and dragged his hands through his hair, feeling so many things at once he couldn’t feel anything at all. And this downtime was killing him because it gave him too much time to think, for his imagination to conjure up all kinds of twisted, sadistic things the captors might be doing to Summer at that very moment.
    The door closed quietly behind him and Bauer and Tuck came to stand in front of him, both of them looking hesitant. They were probably afraid to leave him alone right now. “Do you need anything?” Tuck asked softly.
    Yeah, I need to find and rescue my wife from those motherfuckers.
    The Army of True Believers. That’s who had taken her, although the actual person or persons behind it were still a mystery. The group had claimed responsibility for the attack and kidnappings in an official statement released a few hours ago.
    Adam knew all about them—Summer was an expert on their organization, it was why she was here in the first place—and had dreaded the possibility. Now that it had been confirmed, he was even more frantic about her safety.
    The ATB were murderous radicals taking over Syria and Iraq, spreading like a cancer across the region, terrorizing civilians and launching terror attacks around the globe. They were ruthless, without mercy, known for torturing and killing their captives in spectacular fashion, and for selling women and girls into a life of sexual slavery.
    Just thinking of Summer in their hands made his blood run cold.
    He shook his head, blew out an unsteady breath as he answered Tuck. “No.”
    Bauer shot their team leader a worried look before focusing back on Adam, his bright blue gaze intense, his huge frame practically vibrating with unease.