Sharpshooter

by Cynthia Eden

  So he stripped her. He couldn’t take his mouth from hers. His hands learned her body and slid over her silken flesh even as he shoved down her jeans.

  He heard her kick off the sandals that had made him ache. He would have liked for her to keep them on—another time.

  Then they were falling together onto her sofa. He was kissing her neck now, inhaling more of that wonderful scent, even as his hands went between her thighs. He meant to pull away her panties, but his fingers were too rough and the silk tore.

  Sydney just laughed.

  He loved her laugh.

  After Peru, it had taken too long for her laugh to come back.

  No. He slammed the door on that thought and instead enjoyed the soft heat of her flesh. She was pushing up against him, whispering his name.

  His head lifted. He stared at her and told her the simple truth, “You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

  Her lips curled in a smile.

  Take.

  He yanked open his jeans, pushed his body deeper between her thighs. Waited right there at the entrance to her body. This was the moment. No going back. No—

  She arched toward him, and he sank inside her.

  The pleasure was so incredible that he had to clench his teeth together to hold back a groan. Nothing, nothing, had ever felt so good.

  Or so right.

  He began to thrust. Withdrawing slowly, then plunging back inside her. She was paradise to him, the best dream he’d ever had, and he kissed as much of her body as he could.

  Her nipples were tight, pink, and when he licked one, she tensed beneath him.

  Gunner felt the pleasure rock through her.

  Her legs lifted, locked around his hips. Then she started pushing up with her hips.

  He couldn’t hold back. His own thrusts became even harder. He caught her hands and laced his fingers with hers.

  He stared into her eyes.

  Saw her climax. Her green gaze went wide, then wild as the pleasure crested through her.

  His release swept him away on a wave so intense that he shuddered and pushed deeper into her. The release shook his whole body. Seemed to gut him and never end.

  I don’t want it to end.

  He wanted to keep holding her to make the perfect moment last as long as possible.

  He kissed her again because he needed to taste her pleasure, to taste all of her.

  And he swore that before the night was done, he would.

  Chapter Two

  The ringing of her phone woke Sydney. Her hand flew out automatically, reaching for her nightstand—for the phone. But instead of scooping up her phone, her fingers collided with warm, strong flesh.

  Not a dream.

  Her eyes snapped open, and she found herself staring straight into Gunner’s dark gaze. There was no sleepiness in that gaze, just a deep hunger.

  For her.

  Then he reached out and grabbed the ringing phone from her nightstand. Silently, he handed it to her.

  “S-Sydney Sloan.” Her fingers tightened around the phone. Gunner’s tanned fingers were sliding down her arm.

  Goose bumps rose on her flesh as she remembered the night before. The things he’d done to her. What she’d done to him.

  More, please.

  “Sydney?” Logan barked. “Sydney, are you okay?”

  She shot up in bed, clutching the sheet to her chest. “I’m fine. Just...sleeping.” Gunner didn’t stop stroking her. He raised himself, and his lips brushed over her shoulder.

  She shivered.

  “Look, I know you were due to have a few weeks off, but we’ve got a case that we can’t refuse. I’ve got you booked on a jet to Peru at three today.”

  Peru.

  “I’m going to call Gunner and Cale. They’ll be meeting up with you there.”

  I can tell Gunner. He’s right here kissing me, lying naked next to me. She cleared her throat. “What’s the case?” She hadn’t been back to Peru in two years. Not since Slade had died in that jungle, and the place had nearly become her own grave, too.

  “An American is being held hostage by a group of rebels.”

  Hostage rescue. That was what their team did best.

  “He needs us,” Logan said. “So be on that plane.”

  “I’ll be there,” she whispered, and then, because Logan would figure the situation out when he had to make reservations for Gunner—and those flight reservations had Gunner leaving from Baton Rouge, Sydney said, “Now hold on, and I’ll get Gunner for you.”

  Gunner’s gaze rose to hers. She knew that her cheeks flushed; she could feel the burn. But this wasn’t the time for secrets. They had a case to work. And when a civilian’s life was on the line, there wasn’t room for embarrassment.

  Gunner took the phone from her but didn’t look away from her eyes. “Gunner.”

  There was a beat of silence. Then Sydney rolled away from Gunner and climbed from the bed before she could overhear Logan’s response to the discovery that Gunner was so close she could just, ahem, hand him her phone first thing in the morning.

  She grabbed for a robe. Her body ached in a way that felt so good, and she hated that their time together was already ending.

  No, not ending. They were just beginning. They’d turned a corner last night, and there would be no going back for them.

  “I’ll be there,” she heard Gunner say, and she looked up as he ended the call.

  No man should look as sexy as he did. His hair was a little tousled. A line of stubble coated his square jaw, and his eyes blazed as they raked over her.

  “We have at least six hours,” Gunner told her.

  Six hours.

  She nodded.

  “I want you.”

  Her fingers clenched around the belt of the robe. “Again?”

  “Always.”

  She dropped the robe and climbed back in bed with him. Six hours.

  This was perfect. What she’d hoped for.

  And this time, things would end well for her in Peru. She wouldn’t lose Gunner. Not the way that she’d lost Slade.

  Gunner’s lips pressed to hers, and she shoved away the fear that wanted to rise within her.

  Peru. The last time she’d been to Peru, her lover had died there.

  It won’t happen this time. She’d finally gotten her chance with Gunner. It wouldn’t slip through her fingers.

  * * *

  LOGAN STARED DOWN at the phone in his hand. Gunner was with Sydney.

  He’d seen the sexual awareness between the two of them. Had known that Gunner wanted Sydney, and that the sniper had held back with her. He had clung so tightly to his control and his rule that Sydney was off-limits.

  But it looked as if Gunner had broken his rule.

  Logan tossed aside the phone and stared at the photographs in front of him. The tip he’d received could be wrong. He shouldn’t want it to be wrong, but he did.

  Because Gunner was his friend. Gunner had been through hell. The man deserved some happiness.

  But if the intel was right—and this intel had come right down from Bruce Mercer, the man who’d formed the EOD—then Gunner’s life was about to be ripped apart.

  “Enjoy her while you can,” Logan whispered. Because Gunner would need some good memories to hold tight to in the darkness that was coming.

  * * *

  PERU WAS JUST as hot and beautiful and wild as Sydney remembered. When the plane touched down, and she headed out on the tarmac, the heat was the first thing to hit her.

  Cale was inside the airport, waiting for them. Gunner walked right beside Sydney, his hand lightly pressing at the base of her back.

  To any onlookers, they probably looked like a vacationing couple.

  That was their cover, after all. Lovers. A cover they’d used before.

  Only this time, they weren’t pretending.

  When they entered the airport, Cale approached them with a broad grin. Again, another cover. The reuniting friends. He slapped Gunner
on the back and hugged Sydney.

  “Ready?” he asked quietly, keeping his smile in place.

  She always was.

  They went outside together and tossed their bags into the back of Cale’s jeep.

  Sydney climbed into the front seat next to Cale, while Gunner jumped in the back. In moments, Cale was driving them away from the airport.

  “Where’s Logan?” Gunner asked, his voice rising over the growl of the engine. “I thought he was meeting us down here.”

  “He’s doing recon,” Cale said, keeping his eyes on the road. Cale was an ex–Army Ranger, one who’d actually been targeted by the EOD for takedown.

  He’d been framed for the murders of three EOD agents. He’d proven his innocence and earned his way onto their team.

  “Have you seen a picture of the target?” Sydney asked. She was trying hard not to glance back at Gunner, but she was so aware of him. She was hyperaware of every single move that he made.

  Had they really spent the night together? She’d wanted him for so long that part of her wondered if it had all just been a wonderful dream.

  An erotic dream.

  She couldn’t help herself—she glanced back at him.

  And found Gunner’s dark eyes locked on her.

  There was such heat in that gaze. She swallowed and forced her eyes away from him as Cale said—

  “No, I haven’t seen any visuals on him yet. I just know that the order for extraction came down from the top.”

  She caught the brief grin that flashed over Cale’s face.

  “Seems Mr. Mercer thinks this rescue is priority, and he wanted only the Shadow Agents to take point on this one.”

  The Shadow Agents. Sure, there were other teams in the EOD, but their team had earned the moniker of Shadow Agents because of the way they handled their missions. They went in soundlessly and attacked before their enemies even realized they were there. Then they vanished, disappearing like shadows.

  Gunner was especially good at being a shadow. If Gunner didn’t want you to know he was there, you wouldn’t.

  Sydney knew Gunner’s grandfather had been the one to first train him to track and hunt on a reservation. Gunner was the best hunter she’d ever seen, even better than Slade.

  Slade’s body was in Peru. That knowledge was sitting heavily on her now that she was back in the area.

  The EOD had tried to recover his remains again and again, but the rebels they’d fought that day had taken his body away from the scene. Despite the EOD’s efforts, they hadn’t been able to bring him home.

  Slade had a grave, an empty one, one that honored him as the soldier he’d been. But he’d actually never made it back home.

  “Logan told me that you and Gunner had been in Peru before,” Cale said.

  She cleared her throat. “A...few times.”

  “Logan has set us up in a resort near the beach. You and Gunner are supposed to look like honeymooners.”

  Because sometimes it wasn’t about hiding in a hut or sliding through the jungle. Blending in plain sight could work so much better. The EOD knew this well.

  “And I’m your single friend, enjoying some R & R myself.” The road was bumpy and the jeep bounced. Once, twice. “Sure is a long way from Texas,” he murmured, and she heard the faint drawl in his voice.

  Cale’s home was in Texas, and the EOD agent he’d replaced—Jasper—was currently living in Texas with Cale’s sister.

  “When are we looking at extraction?” Gunner asked as he leaned forward. His fingers were on the back of Sydney’s seat. It almost felt as if he was playing with her hair. Was he?

  “Logan said this was a fast-moving mission. We want the civilian out of there within twenty-four hours.”

  Sydney nodded. Definitely doable. As soon as Logan returned, she’d start her own reconnaissance work. She could uplink to satellites and get aerial maps of the area to find the best places for them to venture in as they started the rescue operation. As long as she had a good computer and the necessary uplink, she’d be able to access anything that the team needed. Tech had always been her specialty.

  Then the jeep turned and headed through the high gates of the resort. Sydney put a smile on her face. She could pretend to be a happy honeymooner. With Gunner at her side, she could do anything.

  And she was happy, even if painful memories were trying to push their way into her mind. Peru had been a nightmare for her once, but it didn’t have to be again.

  The valet hurried over to the jeep. Gunner was already out and reaching for Sydney. His hand curled around hers, swallowing her fingers. His hold was strong, possessive. And the kiss that he brushed over her lips—it felt possessive, too.

  Just for show...or was that something more?

  Cale was laughing and saying something, playing his part. Gunner responded, but Sydney was lost.

  She actually wished that this moment could be real. That she was just a happy honeymooner. A woman with Gunner.

  But this wasn’t her life. She had a mission. A rescue. A civilian who needed her. She’d get the job done.

  She’d get her man, too.

  Gunner’s arm wrapped around Sydney’s shoulders. He steered her toward the entrance to the resort. She took a deep breath and slipped into her role.

  * * *

  LOGAN’S BODY WAS pressed tightly to the ground. He kept only his head up as he peered through the binoculars to get a visual on the small camp that sat at the base of the mountain. Not a typical rebel group, from what he’d been able to tell. These guys were armed to the teeth, patrolling constantly, and that one tent to the back...the one that housed the hostage...

  There’d been no movement from that tent for the past four hours. Logan knew that fact for certain, because he’d been unmoving in his own position for that time.

  He shouldn’t have come out alone, he knew that, but before he brought Sydney out there, before Gunner got the rebels in his sights, Logan just had to be sure of his target.

  An armed guard headed toward the tent, lifted the flap, and went inside. Logan stopped breathing.

  Then the guard came out again, leading the hostage. Logan’s fingers tightened around the binoculars as he stared at that prisoner. Long hair and a beard that hadn’t been trimmed in what looked like months. The man was walking with a faint limp.

  This wasn’t a hostage who had been taken a few days ago. This was a man who had been held for a very, very long time.

  Logan stared at the man’s face.

  And knew the mission was going to be personal.

  * * *

  GUNNER TIPPED THE bellman and shut the door. Then he flipped the lock and turned his attention to Sydney.

  She stood in front of a big bed, her blond hair framing her face. Her eyes were wide and fixed on him, but she wasn’t smiling.

  Sydney looked nervous. An unusual situation for her. As far as he knew, Sydney was never nervous.

  He took a step toward her, and she tensed.

  What the hell? “Sydney?”

  She shook her head. Then she smiled and gave the light laugh that always made his chest ache. “I swear, I feel like I’m on a real honeymoon.”

  If only. He wouldn’t say he hadn’t thought about what it would be like to marry her, because he had. Too many times. Even when she’d been planning to marry his brother, he’d thought—

  She should be mine.

  Then Slade had died, and he’d hated himself for the jealousy he’d felt.

  “Are you...are you okay with being back here again?” Sydney asked him quietly.

  He strolled toward the window, then looked out over the lush resort. Within the resort’s walls, everything was beautiful, perfect. But there were other parts of Peru that were savage. Dangerous. Once you left the city and journeyed into the jungle, civilization truly faded away. “I’ve been back here a few times since his death.”

  “You have?” Surprise lifted her words.

  He knew she’d stayed away. But he’d had to come b
ack. “I tried to find him.” Again and again. “My grandfather would have wanted him brought back.” I wanted him back. He shrugged, trying to push away the past. “But I couldn’t find Slade.”

  The floor creaked behind him, and then Sydney’s soft hands were on his shoulders, curling over him. Her touch was warm, soft, and he remembered all the ways that she had touched him during their night together. The ways he’d touched her.

  The ways he would touch her again.

  He had Sydney now, and he didn’t plan to let her go. Gunner turned toward her. His fingers skimmed over the curve of her cheek. He’d spent the past two years guarding her, determined to protect her from any danger that came their way.

  Because Sydney seemed drawn to the danger.

  She was the strongest woman he’d ever met, and her brain—hell, the things the lady could do with a computer amazed him. She’d been in the air force, he knew that. A lieutenant colonel. So in addition to her computer skills, there was no plane the woman couldn’t fly. She’d flown their team out of more than a few hot spots around the world.

  Slade had been a pilot, too. Not in the air force, though. His brother had done a stint in the army, then gotten civilian flying lessons after his tour of duty.

  On a charter run to South America, Slade’s plane had crashed in the wrong spot at the wrong time.

  Against orders, Sydney and Gunner had gone in after him.

  But they’d failed to bring him home.

  “Gunner?” Her voice was soft.

  He’d pulled her out of the jungle in Peru. He’d been so afraid she’d die on him. Her blood had stained his hands. She’d shuddered and jerked, cried out desperately.

  For Slade.

  But Gunner had been the one there for her. He’d always be there for her.

  He offered her a smile, when he wasn’t normally the type to smile. He wasn’t like Cale or Logan. They could flirt and charm at will. He knew he had a dangerous edge. One that frightened more than it charmed.

  But Sydney didn’t seem frightened. He shook his head and asked, “Why?”

  She blinked; then her blond eyebrows rose in confusion.

  “Why me?” he asked her. He should have probably just kept quiet, but, hell, he was no prize. His body was scarred...sliced open, literally. He’d been caught by the enemy more times than he wanted to count. And during one bloody, pain-filled capture, he’d been sure that death would take him.