Free Special Forces: Operation Alpha: No Protection (Kindle Worlds Novella) by Gennita Low

only have time to call out his name. Over and over.
    “She’s tougher than you think,” Wolf said. “I have a good feeling about you two. Here she comes.”
    Liam turned and watched as Ella approached, hair tumbling untidily, her top with missing buttons. Her graceful strides had his full attention. Yeah, those legs were going to feel good wrapped around his waist.
    “I hope you’re right, Wolf,” he said, softly. For the first time in a while, he didn’t feel empty inside.

CHAPTER SIX
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    L iam turned on the shower. Hot water. Life was good.
    It was also good to have top-notch connections. Hawk had somehow gotten them a direct military flight out of the country to Paris, France, which was where Sean wanted to meet Ella. He suspected the location had something to do with the Big Four, the Peshmerga leaders for whom the hostiles were looking. Certainly, something was going down.
    Everything was in a folder for them on the plane—the hotel Sean had booked, where and when they’d be meeting, credit cards in an envelope. Hell, even a check with partial payment for his job. There was even a fresh change of clothes and food.
    “Courtesy of Admiral Madison,” Hawk had said during their last phone call. “You helped prevent a big mess from happening. If the fort had been taken and those women imprisoned and sold, all our efforts to get their own people to fight the war would have gone down the drain. Bombing that convoy was cream on top. They were planning to use the captured fort as a way to transport their militants in and out of Iraq. The admiral is pleased with how things turned out. So am I, Liam. I hope this brings you some closure about what had happened and that you’ll come and work with the teams now and then. Glad you’re safe and sound.”
    “Thanks again,” Liam had said, and asked because he didn’t know when he’d get another chance to talk to Hawk any time soon, “Can I bring a guest to your island? Since you’re all pleased with my getting all able to function like a SEAL again and all that.”
    A slight pause, followed by a chuckle. “I ought to build a hotel there for romancing bros, what with all the requests I get. Sure. Leave a message before you go, in case I get some time off and find myself interrupting your rendezvous.”
    Rendezvous. Liam turned off the shower.
    Shakespeare used that word to mean a refuge, some place to fly to. How appropriate and also, strange. He’d been looking for refuge from his own demons and never thought he’d find it in the guise of a redheaded woman manning a machine gun.
    He walked into his room and almost tripped. Sitting on his bed was Ella in a towel, her damp hair a dark red, tumbling down milky shoulders, her long, long legs dangling off one side. There was a sly smile on her face.
    “I like the suite,” she said, teasing the bedsheets with one hand “because of the two bathrooms. But not the two beds.”
    “I was going to do the gentlemanly thing and have a talk first,” Liam said, his gaze following that hand while trying to not let his brain cells melt all away.
    She shook her head. “I don’t want to talk or think or cry. I just want to feel you inside me. I bought condoms downstairs when you were checking us in,” she said, her teeth catching her lower lip. She shook the package in her other hand. “Do you still want to talk? I truly am done with talking.”
    Hell, if she put it that way—Liam dropped his towel. “I’m ready for some bouncing,” he announced.
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    E lla could not take her eyes off the muscular man striding toward her. Good Lord. Those camos with all the pockets really did this fine specimen of a body a disservice. There was not an ounce of fat on the man. The wide shoulders, the light coating of hair on that fine chest, the flat stomach...and the very happy penis resting against it.
    He was on her in no time, his big body covering hers, his mouth possessing hers. This was what she