Night Shade

by Bianca D’Arc

  “Don’t worry. I’ll protect you.” She reached up and stroked his cheek with one hand. Their eyes met, and the moment stretched as humor turned to something far more intimate.

  He wasn’t sure who moved first, but a moment later, their lips met in a kiss fiercer than they’d shared previously. Lips and tongues met and held, dueling and daring, inflaming and heightening the pleasure that burst between them. An explosion of need fired his gut as he held her, drawing her tighter against his body.

  Her softness was the perfect foil for his need. She matched him so well, as if she’d been made specifically to fit into his arms. Her ardor matched his, and for a moment he was tempted to forget all about his duty, the danger, and the others who needed him to be on guard. He wanted nothing more than to take her to the floor and claim her as his own.

  But sanity prevailed. Matt did his best to tamp down his need, denying the passion that threatened to break free as he tried to rein it in. He pulled back little by little, moment by moment.

  Eileen’s lips followed his as he tried to end their kiss. For a moment, he gave in to temptation and prolonged the kiss, enjoying her uninhibited response. Would she be as eager when he was inside her, on top of her, riding her to ecstasy? He thought the answer to that question would probably blow his mind.

  Now was neither the time nor place. Mariana needed them. Simon was counting on him to keep the women safe. He’d already almost botched the job. He wouldn’t let anything else happen. Not on his watch.

  Gathering his willpower, Matt drew away from Eileen, holding her by the shoulders.

  “Whoa there, doc. We’ve still got a job to do.”

  Eileen’s eyes looked adorably sleepy when he gazed down into her face. It took her a moment to snap out of it and come to her senses, which only pleased him more. She’d been as affected as him—maybe even more so, if that were possible. Only his deeply embedded sense of duty had awakened him from the fog of desire that had enveloped them the moment he’d taken her into his arms.

  “Wow.”

  The breathy exclamation did a lot to inflate Matt’s ego, but her next words cut him right back down to size.

  “Dammit, Matt. Don’t do that.” She wrestled out of his arms and he let her go, confused by her reaction.

  “Sorry,” he said reflexively. He really didn’t know what he had to be sorry about. She’d enjoyed the kiss as much as he had. That much had been evident.

  She waved his words away, bustling back toward the room where she’d left Mariana. “We’re staying here for now, right?”

  Matt nodded in response, watching her confusion with dawning appreciation. He’d knocked her off her axis with that kiss, and she apparently didn’t like it. With an inward grin, he thought with some satisfaction that she’d better get used to it. Regardless of what happened with their shared mission, now that he’d had a taste of her, he wasn’t going to stop. He’d have her, again and again, God willing, before this situation was resolved.

  He’d better hope things rolled in her favor. He wasn’t sure what he’d do if she turned out to be one of the many villains in this piece. He was too attracted to her for his own good, and he feared he wasn’t completely in control of his feelings. He could very well fall in love with her, and what happened then would be anyone’s guess.

  He resolved there and then to hang on for the ride. Where the roller coaster would land them only heaven knew, but he’d joined his fate to hers—whether she realized it or not—and now they both had to live with the consequences.

  Just like that, his life had changed. Whether for good or ill remained to be seen.

  Matt remained in the lab while Eileen sought the quiet of the back room. Damn, that man could kiss. He’d just confounded her plan to stay away from him and deny the temptation he represented. She’d wanted more. More kisses. More touches. More skin.

  She’d wanted him. For keeps.

  A scary thought for a woman who had always prided herself on her independence.

  “Everything all right out there?” Mariana asked with knowing eyes.

  Double damn. She’d probably seen what Eileen and Matt had been up to. The amused gleam in Mariana’s eyes was a dead giveaway.

  “Matt’s securing the lab. He says we’ll stay here for now.” Eileen pretended not to notice Mari’s amusement. “How are you feeling?”

  “I’m okay.” Mari put one hand to her temple gingerly. “I never really lost consciousness. I was just stunned. I’m sorry, Eileen. That guy totally snuck up on me.”

  “Don’t be sorry. It’s not your fault. If anyone is sorry, it’s me for putting you in this situation to begin with. That jerk came for me, not you. So I’m the one who should be apologizing. I’m so sorry.”

  “Let’s call it even,” Mari said. “What happened to him? The bad guy, I mean?”

  “Matt zip-tied him to the radiator and I gave him a sedative. He’ll be out until morning at least.”

  “I know. I know.” Eileen held up her hands in surrender when Mari seemed upset. “But I checked his responses thoroughly before I did it. He seemed fine. Matt said some things that made a lot of sense to me at the time.” Her conscience was getting the better of her until she remembered why that scumball had been in her lab to begin with. “In fact, they still make sense. That guy would have killed either one of us and never blinked an eye.”

  “You said something about him leaving zombie Jennings here last night. You really think he did that?”

  “It makes sense. The guy seems to be able to come and go as he pleases on base. He’s threatened me twice before.” Eileen tried to shrug off the memories of violence that surrounded the man who now lay trussed up in her laboratory. She had to focus on Mariana and make sure the other woman didn’t suffer anything more than a bruise from this night’s adventure. “How’s the head? Any vision issues?”

  Eileen spent the next half hour giving Mariana a thorough checkup. Thankfully, neither Mariana nor her baby seemed to be any worse for wear, although Mari would have a little bruise on her head for a day or two.

  “You think the commander would let us continue working?” Mariana asked a little while later. “I really would like to finish isolating the protein sequence I was working on. The sample won’t last much longer and I’d hate to have to start over.”

  “We can ask.” Eileen wanted something to do as well. Sitting around doing nothing wasn’t exactly her favorite pastime.

  “You go ask him while I freshen up.” Mariana headed for the attached bathroom, leaving Eileen no choice but to face Matt alone. She wasn’t sure she wanted to see him after the way she’d pretty much lost control the last time they’d been alone.

  There was nothing for it. She had to face him at some point. Gathering her courage and putting on her best poker face, Eileen entered the lab, looking for Matt. She finally caught sight of him in the shadows by the door. He had a clear line of sight on the prisoner, who was still unconscious. He also had a good defensible position by the only entrance to the room.

  The reinforced steel door was shut tight and locked. It would take a lot of force to get through it. Too bad Eileen and Mariana had been blindsided as they entered. If they’d had time to get into the lab and lock the door behind them, they’d have been relatively safe.

  “Mari and I were wondering if we could do some work,” she said tentatively. Damn. She had to find her backbone.

  “Should be safe enough.” Matt shrugged. “Can you keep away from that side of the lab or should I move our guest?” He gestured toward the unconscious man.

  “You can leave him. We were going to work on the equipment over there against the other wall.”

  Matt nodded, silently observing her. She felt like a bug under a microscope and she didn’t like it. Eileen straightened her lab coat and turned on her heel. The man was unnerving when he looked at her like that.

  Eileen did her best to ignore him for the next few hours while she and Mariana worked. From time to time she’d look up to f
ind him watching her. At other times he seemed to be concentrating on the earpiece through which he kept tabs on the team in the field.

  She hadn’t meant to spend the entire night in the lab, but after the renewed attack it was clear they weren’t going anywhere before sunrise. Mari gave Eileen first dibs on the cot in the back room so she could grab a couple hours of sleep, then they traded off. Matt positioned himself on a stool by the door to the lab and didn’t budge. She thought maybe he napped sitting there from time to time, but he was definitely on watch. If anything or anyone tried to get through that door, she had no doubt he’d be awake and sharp within seconds.

  She’d heard of the training many soldiers—especially those involved in special operations—underwent. Part of that was the ability to take combat naps whenever and wherever possible in order to keep themselves going for long periods on very little sleep. But Eileen was still worried about him. He’d been through a major physical ordeal the night before. She hadn’t seen him all day. She hoped he’d found some time to sleep, but he certainly didn’t look much worse for wear.

  Keeping her worries about him to herself was hard, but she managed it until just before dawn. Mariana had retreated to the back room again and the prisoner was still unconscious, so it was just Eileen and Matt.

  “How are things going?” she ventured.

  “The combat team is starting to get a handle on the situation in the woods. Things should be quieting down anyway once the sun starts to rise.”

  He sounded alert but she still worried.

  “That’s good. How are you feeling?” She decided to just come out and ask. “Did you get enough rest?”

  “I left work early yesterday afternoon and caught a couple hours of deep sleep, which I’ve supplemented a bit.” He shrugged off his skillful use of napping. “I’m good. How are you and Mariana holding up?”

  “She’s fine. I’m a little tired, but it’s not a big deal. I’ve pulled all-nighters in the lab before.”

  He eyed her strangely for a moment, but she had no idea how to read his expression. He was closed to her when before he’d always been open. Her deception had done that and she didn’t like it at all. She’d give anything to go back to the easy relationship they’d shared before.

  “I’d like to have you both out of here shortly after dawn. Simon will come for Mariana as long as you’re sure she doesn’t need further monitoring.”

  “She’s good to go,” Eileen reassured him.

  “Get your stuff together. I want everything ready to go when Simon and the others get here.”

  She didn’t like his ominous tone but didn’t have time to question him as Mari came out of the back room, yawning. She moved to the lab bench to check the end stages of the protein incubation they’d been working on most of the night and Eileen joined her.

  Dawn broke, though they couldn’t see it, below ground as they were. A few minutes later Simon and two others from the combat team showed up. She recognized Sam Archer and the younger man she hadn’t interacted as much with. His name was Kauffman, she recalled. Matt intercepted Archer and Kauffman and held a low-voiced conversation with them as he led them to the prisoner.

  The two soldiers picked the still unconscious man up by the shoulders and feet and took him out of the room quicker than she could blink. She assumed they’d take care of him until he woke and Matt was ready to question him.

  Meanwhile, Simon looked as if he’d been running hard all night as he came closer. He folded Mariana in his arms after being certain she was all right. Eileen had to turn away from the raw emotion on the man’s face. It was clear he desperately loved his fiancée. The short glimpse she’d gotten of his expression was enough to make her heart break.

  He could have lost her last night, and it would have been Eileen’s fault. Yet another layer of guilt to pile on her back. At some point Eileen imagined herself collapsing under the weight of the guilt she carried, but she couldn’t let that happen yet. Not until she’d righted at least some of the wrongs she’d committed.

  When she looked back again, Mari and Simon were on their way out the door without a backward glance. They were too wrapped up in each other. Eileen envied them that.

  “Are you ready?” Matt was at her side. He’d snuck up on her.

  “Yeah.” She switched off the last of the surge suppressors that supplied power to some of the equipment they’d been using. “Let me just take off my lab coat.” She did so and hung it on a peg near the door.

  “Get your jacket.”

  “My jacket?” She turned to face him, confused. “It’s upstairs in my room.”

  “All right.” He opened the door, checking the hall before he let her step through. She locked the lab door behind her and moved into the corridor. “We’ll stop upstairs for a minute so you can get some of your things.” He ushered her into the main stairwell after another quick check to make certain it was safe.

  “Why? Where am I going?”

  “You’re coming with me. In fact, you’re staying with me until further notice.”

  The finality and conviction in his deep voice sent a shiver down her spine. A delicious shiver. It was ridiculous. When she should be quaking in fear, instead she was trembling with desire. Here he was going all caveman on her, and she was actually turned on by it. She amazed herself with her own response to Matt. Then again, she knew if any other man on earth had tried something like this, she would’ve had quite the opposite reaction.

  “Where? Do you live on base?”

  “I’m renting a small place just outside the west gate. It’s defensible and set back from the road. Since I’ve been here, I’ve secured the property with some other bells and whistles that will come in handy now to help keep you safe.”

  “There’s not much outside the west gate. Isn’t it mostly woods in that direction?”

  They’d arrived at the door to her quarters and he took the key from her, checking the place quickly before he’d let her inside.

  “Now that we’re both immune, I’m not overly concerned about what might be lurking in the woods. In fact, we might be of some help to the combat team logistically.” He motioned toward one of her smaller suitcases. “Pack the essentials for tonight. We can come back for more of your stuff later if necessary.”

  “You know, I’m not really sure about this.”

  He turned to her, stepping into her personal space. “I am. You’re with me for the duration, Eileen. For better or worse.”

  “That sounds serious.”

  “I’m dead serious.” His voice dipped low as his arms came around her. “Get used to it.”

  “Uh…Matt…”

  “You confound me, Eileen. I don’t want to want you like this. I don’t want to need you…but I do.”

  His words stabbed her through the heart, but she understood what he meant. For her own reasons, she didn’t want this need, this insatiable desire. Yet she was powerless against it.

  She didn’t know what she would have said. Matt didn’t give her a chance to speak. His mouth claimed hers in a brutal taking that inspired a primitive need of her own. She clawed at his shoulders not to push him away, but to draw him closer. The dark T-shirt under her hands only got in her way. She wanted it gone.

  Pulling upward on the stretchy fabric, she got it free of his waistband, but the tactical vest he wore was a problem. He seemed to realize it about the same time she did. The vest, which he’d opened at some point, slid off his shoulders and then the T-shirt was ripped out of her hands and over his head in record time.

  His lips recaptured hers before she could even blink. And then his hands went to the buttons on her shirt. Thick male fingers were amazingly agile as they worked their way down her chest, releasing little buttons with expert flicks. The shirt was swept down her shoulders in one slick move that trapped her arms behind her back as he pulled her against him.

  The thin barrier of her lacy white bra was too much. She wanted that gone, too, but he seemed to enjoy the sensation
of the lace rasping against his bare chest. He pressed against her, rubbing and igniting a fire in her that wouldn’t be quenched easily. All the while, he kissed her. The desperate need of the first moments had gentled into a seduction of the senses that threatened to overwhelm her.

  She wanted to touch him, but her arms were loosely imprisoned in the sleeves of her cotton shirt. She was at his mercy, and she liked the feeling, much to her surprise.

  His big hands pushed the straps of her bra down her shoulders with slow, agonizing intent. Then his fingers went to the rear catch of the garment, unhooking it with deft skill. A moment later, cool air wafted across her sensitive skin as the bra fell away, tangling in the mess of fabric to drape across her abdomen. She barely noticed the way he’d trussed her up, unable to move her hands but naked to his gaze from the waist up.

  Damn. She hadn’t known she would like being tied up. If anyone had ever propositioned her with such a thing she would have laughed in their face, but here she was, bound and at the mercy of a dangerous man. It was delicious in a forbidden way that set her senses on fire.

  Matt broke the kiss but didn’t give her time to do more than gasp for air as his lips swept down her neck, placing biting, nibbling kisses over her skin. Pleasurable shivers raced down her spine as he worked his way downward.

  When his mouth closed over one nipple she moaned. There was no hesitation in him, no uncertainty. This man knew what he wanted and didn’t let anything stand in his way. He was confident in his ability to please her as he pleased himself. Eileen didn’t think there was anything sexier than a man who knew what he wanted, and that his partner wanted it, too. He didn’t have to ask. He didn’t have to test her response with tentative touches. He knew just what she wanted and gave it to her.

  His mouth tortured and teased, leaving her wanting more as he drew away, but it was only a tease. He latched on to her other breast, nibbling gently and making her moan as his fingers toyed with the nipple he’d left wet and wanting.