Free Delta Force Desire by C.J. Miller Page A

Sole, vampire and soul collector, and Griffin was Clash, her lover, her soul mate, the man she was meant to be with forever and who would protect her until the end of time.
    What would that feel like? To have a man like Griffin infatuated with her? Infatuation had a negative connotation, but if it was in a reciprocal, must-have-each-other way, couldn’t that work? Her sister had a long series of relationships with men who were obsessed with her. They’d profess their love; they’d shower her with gifts, attention and affection. They would watch her move through a crowd as if she were the single most fascinating creature in existence.
    Kit had been jealous of that attention and had wished for a man to look at her that way. Griffin was watching her, perhaps not with lust and longing, but with something akin to desire, and she felt powerful.
    Her sister’s relationships didn’t last. They burned too quick and too hot and flamed themselves out. The key to a happy relationship might have been finding that sizzling, spicy love and building a foundation under it.
    Kit wanted a man to send her flowers, take her to dinner and buy her a drink, dating rituals she had heard of but hadn’t experienced. Her skin felt flushed, and her palms itched to reach for Griffin. This might be the only chance she had to touch a man who looked like him. He couldn’t—wouldn’t—run away, and while the possibility of rejection was high, she could claim she had lost herself in the music.
    She rubbed against him harder, lust humming in her veins. She squeezed his biceps, feeling the roped muscle beneath the tight skin. Leaning forward, she brushed her chest against his, her nipples feeling sensitive to the point of pain.
    Griffin had his hand on her lower back, and the state of his erection left no question that he was turned on. By her? By the experience?
    A woman in a red devil costume extended her hand to Griffin, a purple pill in her palm. Some designer drug, likely used to heighten sensation. Griffin shook his head, as Kit knew he would. The woman shrugged, smiled and popped the pill in her mouth. Kit had never taken illegal drugs. She was too afraid of what they would do to her or what she would do under the influence.
    Griffin put space between them, and she felt the loss of the connection in her gut. She was jolted out of her fantasy realm and fell hard into reality. She was a nerd being used by the government, again, for her computer skills and her connections. Griffin had been coerced, by duty or guilt or maybe the promise of a big payday, to look out for her. Believing his motives lay anywhere else was deluding herself.
    Kit gestured to the door and made a sign of pleading. She couldn’t talk to anyone this way, and she wanted to leave. She was overheated. She wanted a drink and didn’t trust anything the bar served.
    Now that a series of depressing emotions caught up to her, she wanted a lemon-lime soda and a box of icing-stuffed chocolate cookies. That would make her feel better. Emotional eating, but it was sugar binge or demand Griffin take her to a sex toy shop so she could find a vibrator to take the edge off. It was the only bedroom activity she was proficient at, and she needed release.
    Whatever Griffin had done to her desire, it was worked into a frenzy, and she needed to sate it.
    Griffin nodded. The room was crowded, but as he moved, people made way for him.
    Once outside the building, they had a two-block walk to their hotel. The sidewalks and streets were busy despite the late hour, and the lights from the hotel illuminated the area.
    Griffin touched his hips, where he had his guns and knife. “You okay?”
    â€œThat isn’t my scene,” she said.
    â€œI thought we would run into someone important.”
    She shook her head. “I can’t think with so much noise and so many people. I couldn’t focus on who was there with people touching me.” Her skin