Her tongue snaked out and tasted the heated, moist skin of his shoulder. He jumped in reaction and moaned softly at the wet heat of her caress.
He tasted salty, male, and delicious. The little tremors of her powerful release still vibrated in her inner muscles. He gasped each time she tightened around him, his breathing harsh and breathless.
His mouth was inches away from hers. She could feel the heat; his eyes were an electric blue, and so beautiful they took what little breath she had. Her eyes traveled down the strong column of his neck, her hands came up, compelled, seduced into touching him. She traced his collarbone gently. At a rough spot, she looked up at him.
“Broke it falling out of a tree.” She trailed her finger down to the heavy muscles of his chest where a quarter-size scar felt rough against her sensitive skin. She shivered against him. “Bullet,” he said hoarsely.
She leaned into him. Her lips found the scar and he sucked in his breath sharply. Her mouth moved because she had to taste him; her tongue snaked out and flicked at his hot skin. Thick, heated tang of an aroused male burst against her tongue and she made a low, purring sound in the back of her throat.
She ran her finger along a jagged scar on his shoulder.
“Got too close to a grenade.”
He moved off her and brought her against his side. With quick movements, he managed to get them both under the covers.
She lay with her head on his shoulder, her hand making lazy circles on the skin of his chest.
“I should go.”
“No.”
He turned his head, his dark blue eyes slumberous in the dim room. “What are you doing?” he asked.
“Staring at you.”
He huffed laughter. Those eyes slid over her like a hot blue flame.
“I really should go,” she said, but it was halfhearted. She settled more fully against him. It couldn’t hurt to stay for a little while longer.
After a moment, he asked, “What do you hate about police work?”
“You meant besides dragging your sorry ass around with me?”
He smiled; she could feel the rumble of his laughter against her breasts.
“Yeah. Besides dragging me around.”
She scrunched up her face. “Paperwork. I hate paperwork.”
“I hear you.” He nodded.
Raising herself up on her elbow, she asked, “What about you?” Bringing her hand up, she slid it through his damp hair until she reached the nape of his neck. Gently she massaged his muscles.
“I guessed it would be paperwork you hated,” he said as his eyes shifted away from her.
It was a classic example of a man not telling the truth. She saw it every day and could pick out a liar in no time. “Don’t try to change the subject.”
His eyes came back to hers and were suddenly filled with apprehension. “I hate jumping out of airplanes, helicopters.Anymoving objects.”
“Isn’t the A in SEALs forAir? It’s supposed to be fun.”
“Maybe to thrill-seekers and crazy people, but no, not me. I hate the free fall, that limbo before you break the surface over water. My heart climbs into my throat and it’s the closest I come to total panic. And if you repeat this to anyone, I’ll deny every word.”
Another reason not to become involved with a man who puts himself in dangerous situations every day. The thought of him free-falling out of a helicopter made her blood run cold. “Are you afraid to die, A.J.?”
“SEALs are invincible.” He smiled but sobered when she didn’t smile back. “No. I’m not afraid to die, Sienna. Dying is easy. It’s the living that’s hard.”
“You have a bullet wound, so you’ve not only been shot at but have been wounded.”