Free Seek and Destroy by Allie K. Adams Page B

gaze, leaving a searing trail of humming electricity across her flesh, " uniform , I knew today had to be my lucky day. I've got to say, I like this look on you even better than the doctor outfit." He sat up and swung his legs around to face her. "And I really liked the doctor outfit."
        "Let me guess," he continued. "You aren't here to check up on me, right? You know, the whole doctor/patient thing?"
        "I'm a PhD, not an MD. That was just a cover."
        "No kidding."
         Stay uberly-cool. Stick with the plan. NASSD Rule #72: Don't let the target see you get worked up. Uberly-cool. Uberly-cool. Her mind refused to focus. Was uberly even a word? "I have a PhD in computer science. I wrote my dissertation on how computers have revolutionized our ability to gather information."
        "Fascinating. Computers, eh? Don't tell me you came all the way to Maui to check out my hard drive."
        She felt the heat hit her cheeks. That dig quickened her breathing and made her feel a little flush. Oh man, how she'd love to take a look at his hard drive. She'd even spend some time working on his RAM.
        The flash of excitement from that thought brought a giggle to her lips.
        "What's so funny?"
        Oh Lord. Don't pull a typical Charis and tell him exactly what you're thinking. Before her command reached her mouth, her tongue engaged. "I'd love to-" Oh smooth one. Quick, she had to think of something else. By the look he threw her, he waited for her to finish her thought as well. "Rub some oil on me?" She ended her ridiculous request with a quick smile to cover her embarrassment.
        Grabbing the coconut oil out of her bag and handing it to him, she quickly turned to expose her back, breaking rule number sixty-two. NASSD Rule #62: Never turn your back on your target. She listened intently as he popped open the top of the bottle, as he squirted oil into his hand. Barely breathing, she waited for his touch.
        She jumped when his hand gently brushed her shoulder, the contact sending goose bumps washing across her flesh, causing her clit to ache with a need she knew only he'd be able to fill. "Sorry, it's cold." She tried to laugh to cover up her reaction. Glancing down at the way her nipples poked at the fabric of her suit, she closed her eyes in an attempt to gain some sort of control over her body.
        "Really? Feels pretty hot from my end."
        A breath escaped past her lips in a whimper. She tried to relax, to slow her breathing. Not only was she nervous as hell, she had the hottest man in existence rubbing oil on her back, rubbing his callused hands across her skin. "H-How long have you been here?"
        He brought another palm full of the oil to her back, slowly caressing her, her body responding to his touch. His other hand joined the first. They explored the hollows of her back, massaging in tiny circles before slowly gliding toward either hip. Moving his hands until he hit the suit, just the tips of his fingers found their way under the fabric. Charis shuddered and tried to ignore how every slight movement of his hands made her entire body tense.
        He traced the hem of her suit, drawing his hands up until they stopped just under her arms. She didn't move, she didn't even breathe. Just another inch on either side and he'd be able to touch her breasts. A little further and he'd brush against her aching nipples.
        She jumped when he let out a breath. Oh dear God. He had to have had his mouth less than an inch from her neck. She felt the moist warmth of his breath tickle her, and swore his lips whispered a kiss on the sensitive spot behind her ear. Her folds softened and swelled in anticipation of him rubbing her aching clit with the same caress he used on her back.
        Pulling his hands back, he used his thumbs to rub at the muscles on her back and neck. The roughness of his hands felt so good against her skin. The way he touched her seduced her