Free Deadly Vision by Kris Norris Page A

her emotions, allowing the stray tears to tumble to her cheek. Six months of putting Gil behind her ruined by one look into his eyes. He was just like she remembered. Thick dark hair, stunning blue eyes and a smile that could make her knees weak. His hands were just as firm as they’d held her close to his chest, his fingers locked around her waist. His muscles were firm and tight, and she thought he’d been spending more time at the gym. His shoulders were slightly broader, his chest more pronounced. But his hips. Damn, they were just as lean, just as tight as when they’d last made love. She’d nearly melted into a puddle at his feet when she’d felt his cock harden against her stomach. Even through two layers of fabric she’d sensed it flaring in response, and she knew, if she’d pulled away the clothing, a shinny bead of seminal essence would have been covering the thin slit on his crown.
    Fallon felt her body heat even further. She’d been in an instant state of arousal the moment their bodies had collided, gushing the silky cream from her body until the slide of juices had dampened her panties. She’d tried to keep her distance, hoping Gil wouldn’t catch her scent, but had cringed when he’d glanced at her and given her body a long, slow sweep. The man was more than dangerous, and if she didn’t watch her step, she’d lose more than her heart this time.
    “Stop it. Just stop it!”
    She shouted the words, hoping the sound of them would bring some sanity back to her head. He was only there on business, nothing more. And it didn’t take a psychic to sense the walls he’d built around himself. The same walls he’d use to hide from her after the shooting.
    “Damn.” She let her breath whisper out in a long sigh as she laid her head against the steering wheel. There was no way she’d be able to spend any amount of time with him without wanting more. He may have left their home, but it was clear he still held her heart.
    Fallon cursed and started the Jeep, slamming the small stick into gear. At least she’d had the good sense to strap her bike on the back before she’d left. A few hours of grinding her frustrations away on a trail was her only hope right now. Gil could wait until she was good and ready to give her back her cell. I know how to find you, Fallon. Damn, he was arrogant. Let him drive around trying to find her for a while and he’d see just how easy it was to track her down. A sly smile touched the corners of her mouth as she pulled into traffic and headed for the hills.
     
    * * * *
     
    Gil stood in Trevor’s office, listening to the man escort Fallon down the hall. He tried to ignore how her voice had changed as soon as she’d left the room, the tension easing from her shoulders once she’d brushed by him. He curbed his need to growl, directing his anger inwards.
    “So,” said Wade. “That was interesting. Didn’t realise I’d be the odd man out here.”
    Gil looked over at him, his brow pulled into a distinct vee. “What the hell are you whining about?”
    “Oh nothing. Just because you all seem to be fast friends didn’t bother me any, especially since I’m only your colleague .”
    Gil huffed out his breath, shifting his hand through his hair again. “You knew Trevor and I were friends before we arrived. And technically speaking, the Bureau doesn’t use the term partner .”
    “Maybe they don’t, but every other agent does, so it wouldn’t kill you to use it every once and a while. Besides, I had no idea you knew that lovely creature sleeping on the couch.” Wade raised his eyebrow. “How long were you two lovers?”
    Gil sneered at the man. He’d obviously heard every word Fallon had mumbled. “Nearly two years. But it’s over.”
    Wade laughed, not even bothering to hide the cocky smile Gil immediately wanted to smack off his face. “If you believe for one second there’s nothing between you two, then you’re a worse investigator than I thought. You were here