now?â She guessed they were the same age. She might even be a slight bit older.
âThirty-five.â
A light tapping noise against the roof had them both moving back to the door. Blue skies broke through the umbrella of trees above them but a soft rain fell. Typical for the tropical climate. The humidity brought daily rain. This seemed like little more than a short shower, but it would make trekking difficult. Getting in and out in silence and being able to cover their tracks moved to the top of her list of concerns.
But one simple question still stuck in her brain. âWas the breakup her fault or yours?â
His smile came out of nowhere. âIâm divorced. Single and unattached.â
âI didnât ask.â Okay, she sort of did, but he didnât have to look so damn pleased with himself. Last thing she needed was him thinking she cared about his private life . . . even though more questions ate at her now.
âIâm happy to share about my private life if you are.â
âYou are truly annoying.â It was either that response or say yes, and that would take them careening straight into the emotional danger zone.
âAs if Iâve never heard that before.â He went back to visually cataloging the weapons in front of him.
âBut . . .â
He looked at her with a blank expression. âWhat?â
If whatever kept pinging around inside of her would just stop, sheâd skip this question. But the truth was, she didnât want to. The craving wouldnât stop, and she started to welcome it. âDo not take this the wrong way.â
âCryptic.â When she didnât speak up, one of his eyebrows lifted. âIâm waiting.â
âThis is about adrenaline and nothing else.â She sounded like a babbling idiot. For some reason her brain and her mouth were on two different wavelengths.
âWhat are we talking about?â he asked, his voice echoing the confusion on his face.
It was not as if sheâd never had sex. She enjoyed the intimacy and the pleasureâsometimes just for fun, and sometimes because she needed a deeper connection than she got from her run-and-gun lifestyle. Every now and then it was part of the job.
This time would be for her. Just for now. Once and done, and then she could forget him.
She took a deep inhale and went for it. âTake your clothes off.â
He looked at her as if sheâd lost her mind. âExcuse me?â
âYouâre attracted to me.â Good Lord, now she was waving her hands in the air. Once she realized it, she stopped. Curled her hands into balls at her sides. âI find you . . . fine.â
He covered his mouth and produced a fake cough. She assumed it hid a smile. That was almost enough to make her rescind the offer.
âReally? Thatâs all you can muster?â This time he did smile. âYou think Iâm fine?â
He was hot and tall and had a face that played in her head long after she closed her eyes each night. And that body. Long and lean with the stalk of a predator. Ward was a man who protected and fought. She got the impression he wrestled demons that had to do with reconciling chivalry and decency with the work they performed.
The combination of all that made her wild with need. âYour clothes are still on.â
âAre you saying you want toââ
Since he said the sentence so slowly, emphasizing and halting after each word, she finished it fast. âShag.â
Both eyebrows rose now. âPlease tell me thatâs British for have sex.â
âYes.â
He blew out a long staggered breath. âThank God, because right now my body is in a race to see what will explode first, my brain or my dick.â
Uh? âIs that a compliment?â
âBelieve it or not, yes.â Two steps and he was in front of her with his fingers playing with the small white button at the top of her slim T-shirt. âSo,
Christine Zolendz, Frankie Sutton, Okaycreations