Free No Turning Back by Kaylea Cross

he'd always thought she was good looking, but who'd have guessed she had a body like that under the robe she had to wear every day?
    Sam tossed the robe and shirt to him and he caught them in one fist, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight of her standing there in her pants and bra.
    Focus, asshole . He switched his attention to the seams of the garments for an instant, then looked back at her. Her expression wasn't fearful anymore. Now her eyes snapped with resentment. For whatever reason, the rare show of temper made him go rock hard in his jeans. He quickly laid the shirt on his lap. With luck, it would hide the evidence that he liked what he saw a helluva lot more than he wanted to.
    “Pants, too.” She wasn't wearing any jewelry, so that was one less thing for him to worry about checking.
    Sam's elegant fingers moved to the button on her fly and undid it, then slid the zipper down. He shifted in his chair. Knowing her obsession with order, he'd bet anything her underwear would match her bra, and his brain immediately formed a picture of her standing in a pair of lace black panties. The room felt hotter all of a sudden, though the AC was blowing down from the wall above him.
    Sam set her jaw and shimmied out of the cargo pants, letting them fall to her ankles until she could kick it to him. Oh yeah, her black thong definitely matched her bra. And her legs were incredibly lean and toned. She was lusciously sensual standing there before him in the dim light.
    Her mouth was tight as she glared at him. “Satisfied?”
    Ben looked up from the pants he'd been examining and met her angry gaze. “Not yet. Getting there, though.” He came out of the chair and she faltered. Fear crept back into her eyes and her posture stiffened in alarm. Her arms came up to shield her breasts again. He stopped inches from where her bare toes curled into the carpet, the nails painted a delicate pink.
    Up close he caught the light spicy scent of her perfume and noticed the rapid tremor in her body. She smelled amazing, even after living on the run for the past week. He stomped down the sexual impulse he felt. So not the time or place for that. Her breathing seemed shallow, but the uncertainty in her eyes told him it wasn't from arousal. She was afraid. Of him.
    He hesitated because his conscience was giving him grief. How far should he push this? The chances of her hiding something in her underwear were pretty slim, but... Seeing her frightened and helpless before him, he didn't have the heart to make her strip it all off. Slim though it was, the possibility still existed that she was innocent, and if that was true, she'd been through more than enough already. “Look at me.”
    Sam started at the command. Swallowing once, she lifted her gaze. Her eyes were full of trepidation, but at least they weren't wet with tears. Tough as he was, Ben wouldn't have been able to take that. He might be king of the smart-ass remark and have a reputation for possessing a quick temper, but terrorizing a woman went against his code of conduct. While he was paranoid enough to want to frisk the remaining garments, his overriding sense of morality crushed that idea. Humiliating her when he was almost certain she wasn't carrying a wire was a little extreme, even under these bizarre circumstances. He decided to offer her a workable compromise.
    “Swear to me, on your cousin's life, that you don't have anything hidden on you right now,” he said, keeping his voice low and calm.
    “I swear I don't.” The melting brown depths of her eyes showed surprise that he hadn't demanded she strip completely, but still held uncertainty.
    Yeah, he was such a righteous dude. He had to hope leaving her in her pretty underwear wouldn't get him and the rest of his team killed.
    He stepped back, turning his body so she could get past without touching him and jerked his chin toward the pile of clothing he'd dumped on the floor. “Get dressed. Then we'll talk.”
    Her sigh of