Free Love and Wargames: A Bad Boy Hacker Romance by Tabatha Kiss

stealing government documents and handing them over to a very obvious terrorist organization.”
    “Then why tell me?” I ask.
    His eyes grow softer. “Because you asked. And…” he pauses to lick his dry lips, “your trust is important to me.”
    Not one damn tell to prove he’s lying. “Why?”
    He hesitates. “Just… is. Also, you’re my bodyguard, right? You have a right to know what to look out for.”
    A short smile crosses his lips, caving in the dimples on his chin. The desert wind strikes my face but it just makes the blood in my cheeks tingle a little more.
    I look away, clearing my throat. “We should get back inside.” I push up and he quickly stands with me.
    “Caleb…” he says, “I don’t want anyone else to know about this. Can you keep this between us? Please?”
    I nod, sensing the shame in his tone. “Okay…”
    He lets out a light sigh. “Thank you.” I turn to leave but Boxcar takes a quick step forward to stop me. “I’m sorry if I embarrassed you earlier.”
    “With what?”
    His lips twitch. “With that whole kiss thing.”
    Red tickles my cheeks even more. “You didn’t.”
    “Good.”
    “I’m sorry if I embarrassed you with the whole beating you thing,” I add.
    “You didn’t,” he says. “Also, you cheated, so…”
    I grit my teeth. “I did not—”
    “Don’t worry about it,” he chuckles. “It was worth it.”
    I hold back my laugh. “Just… shut up and get back inside. Rhys wants to see you.”
    He takes a quick stride towards me. There’s fear in his eyes but it’s quickly overruled by the obvious lust controlling him. His fingers latch around my arm and he gently pulls me in to plant a soft kiss on my lips.
    My entire body breaks, torn in half by duty and desire tugging at me from both sides. I pull away to stop our kiss and take a slow breath but it only gets caught in my throat as my lips tremble for more of him.
    “Yes, ma’am,” he whispers. He bends over to grab his bag off the crate and his soft touch slides off my arm.
    The wind kicks up, slapping the loose tarps strapped to the crates nearby but I can barely hear it over the blood pounding in my ears. I bite my lip, trying to quell the seductive urge inside to feel his mouth again. This is wrong. It’s all wrong, and yet…
    Boxcar slides his laptop into his bag and throws it over his shoulder, preparing to step around me to head back into camp but my feet move on their own to block his path.
    I kiss him back and his hands immediately cup my face, holding me there as our lips lock together over and over again.
    My god — his mouth. I don’t know how he’s doing it but this is quite possibly the most intense kiss I’ve ever experienced. It’s the perfect blend of soft and firm, wet and dry, with just the right amount of tongue — and his hands . He moves one down my body, dropping from my cheek and wandering over my breast to curl around my lower back and hold me against him. I feel his chest heaving with mine and his fingers trembling along my skin and his growing, hard — Oh, god.
    Fuck — what am I doing?
    I step back, nearly falling over from the lack of blood entering my brain. “I have to go—” I spin away from him, instantly regretting it as his hands slip from my skin but I keep moving. One foot in front of the other, one step at a time, I rush to the barracks without looking back at him — knowing I’ll never be able to pull my eyes off him if I do.
    My feet carry me back to my cot and plop down onto it, burying my burning face into my rock hard pillow.
    “Well, what did he say?”
    I raise my head to find Fox staring back at me from his cot next to mine. “It didn’t come up,” I answer quickly.
    He raises a curious brow. “What did come up?”
    “Nothing important.” I kick off my boots and fall back down onto my pillow.
    Thankfully, Fox doesn’t push it but I can feel his sly eyes studying me with amusement. I ignore it. I’ve completely lost the ability