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by Kira Sinclair


  She’d eat something. Cool off in the water, explore the cave. Get some distance and then come back.

  Maybe then she’d realize what was missing.

  “WHERE IS SHE?”

  Zane walked into the Crow’s Nest without bothering to say good morning to Tom. He was later than normal. Typically he would have relieved Tom around eight, but several things had delayed him. A call from his buddy at the CIA. The background check on Elle had revealed nothing earth-shattering. She’d been a rebellious teenager with a single sealed record and no run-ins with the law since.

  She’d filed a report when her apartment had been broken into several years ago. The officer who’d been assigned the case had noted her insistence that an ex-boyfriend had been responsible. The officer had never found any evidence—or the ex-boyfriend—to corroborate her theory. That wasn’t to say he hadn’t been responsible. Elle seemed to have a habit of choosing the wrong men.

  The sealed record had involved a boyfriend, an older one, and several friends who’d apparently broken into the school gym. They hadn’t done any damage, so the judge had given her and her friends community service. The boy, however, had an outstanding warrant for dealing drugs. Thanks to their little stunt, the man had ended up in prison for six months. A nasty fellow who had continued down the wrong path and was now behind bars for the third time. And set to stay there for the next ten years. The world was better off with him locked up.

  But at least Elle seemed to have learned from the experience. Aside from her bad taste in men.

  He’d also had a meeting with Simon and Marcy, which Simon had delayed for an hour. If he hadn’t been jittery himself, he might have enjoyed watching the steam pour out of Marcy’s ears. As it was, by the time Simon had called them into his sanctuary, Zane hadn’t exactly been smiling, either.

  It was after ten and God only knew what kind of trouble Elle had managed to find for herself in the past several hours.

  “Gone.”

  “What do you mean, ‘gone’?”

  Tom shrugged. “She left around six, duffel bag slung over her back, and headed out into the jungle.”

  “And you didn’t stop her?” Zane growled.

  “Why would I? People go to the waterfall all the time.”

  “Couples go to the waterfall. Tell me someone else was with her.” Part of him hoped she’d taken that damn yuppie along, not that he’d be able to save her from a poisonous snake or a broken ankle when she fell off a path, but surely the man could run for help. Part of him dreaded the idea of her heading off into the dense vegetation with someone else. Someone who wasn’t him.

  “Nope, she went alone.”

  “Goddamn it.” Zane slammed his hand against the frame of the door, not caring that the room seemed to shake around him. Of course she’d gone out there alone. Idiot.

  And he hadn’t told her not to. He’d meant to. Last night. But he’d been distracted by that moron following her, and then by her dominatrix routine and the sleight of hand that she thought she’d pulled on him.

  Oh, he’d been perfectly aware the moment she pulled that key card out of his waistband. She was good, but he’d been trained by the CIA.

  He’d let her take it, wanted to see what she would do with it. The minute she swiped that card through any of the doors, he’d know it—and hopefully learn exactly why she was here. What she was searching for.

  He’d checked the log before he’d left his house this morning. He knew she hadn’t used it. And now he knew why. She wasn’t even on resort property.

  “You stay here. You’re running the Nest today,” Zane growled.

  “But I’ve been on all night.”

  “And you’ll be on all day. Maybe next time you won’t let someone wander into the jungle alone.” Turning around, he was halfway down the corridor when he picked up his two-way and yelled into it, “And tell Marcy where I’m going!”

  Elle was hours ahead of him, but at least he had a decent idea of where she’d gone. At a steady walk, it would take him about a half hour to get to the waterfall. If he’d been in the city, it would have taken him about twenty minutes—it was only about two miles away. But the path wasn’t straight, and the going was rough and crude in several places, winding back on itself to avoid sharp drop-offs that the dense trees and bushes hid.

  Fear had him moving faster. A vision of Elle lying at the bottom of one of those drops, her body broken and bloody leaped into his brain. The vision was quickly overlaid with the memory of Felicity as he’d seen her from their apartment window, dead on the sidewalk below.

  He’d been too late to save her. He wouldn’t let that happen to Elle. He couldn’t lose her, too.

  Zane burst into the clearing just in time to watch Elle pull her T-shirt over her head and drop it onto the mossy ground at her feet. With a flick of her ankle, her shorts joined the pile. Her skin glowed beneath the sun, a damp sheen from the heat making the tanned surface glimmer.

  She wore nothing but a pale pink bra and a matching pair of boy shorts.

  The underwear covered just as much as—if not more than—most of what passed for bathing suits by their female guests. But somehow, what Elle wore was far sexier. Maybe it was the forbidden element. She hadn’t intended anyone to see her strip down to her bra and panties and plunge headfirst into the shallow pool.

  The anger and fear that had dogged him the entire sprint here was now mixed with all-consuming lust. The mixture was dangerous…deadly.

  Without thought, he charged after her.

  “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

  Startled, Elle spun, spraying water around her. Droplets clung in her hair, diamonds against the fiery red.

  “What are you doing here?” Surprise was soon replaced with lazy calculation. Her eyes narrowed and she stared at him for several seconds before she fell over onto her back. Her hands played languidly across the surface as she floated in the water.

  Her bra was soaked, the pale pink turning almost transparent as her breasts jutted up out of the water. He could just see the darker circles of her areolae and the peaks of her tightened nipples.

  “I told you I’d be watching.” His voice sounded gravelly, even to his own ears, filled with craving and crusted with the last dregs of his fear.

  She shook her head. “You’re wasting your time.”

  Zane shrugged his shoulders. They both knew that was a lie, but he wasn’t ready to tip his hand about the key card, so he said nothing.

  Matching her conversational tone, he walked closer to the bank. Toeing off one shoe and then the other, he left them on the path. “Are you stupid or just suicidal?”

  “Neither,” she said, lifting her head out of the water long enough to shoot him a taunting grin.

  “You have to be one or the other to walk into the jungle alone, without telling anyone where you were going.”

  “You managed to find me.”

  “Luck.”

  A smile played across her lips. “Don’t sell yourself short, Officer Edwards.”

  “Special agent.”

  Her smile grew.

  He waded into the water. She flicked her feet and moved farther away. Grabbing the hem of his shirt, he tugged it over his head and flung it onto the sandy bank.

  He’d stopped long enough to put on some shorts before heading out to the waterfall. He didn’t bother taking them off, and surged into the water after her. This time, he was the one with the element of surprise.

  He grasped her ankle, towing her back through the water toward him. She thrashed. His eyes closed to protect himself from the flying wall of water that washed over him. She rolled like a gator, flinging her free foot and twisting his arms. He didn’t lose his grip.

  “Let me go.”

  “Not a chance.”

  With his free hand, he reached down for her, intent on dragging her out and giving her a solid piece of his mind. Somewhere between intent and execution, it went completely awry.

  He’d meant t
o grab her arm. Instead, he got a palm full of silk-covered breast as she squirmed in the water.

  She stilled. His body loomed over her and she stared up at him.

  The clear water did nothing to cover her body. It only amplified what he’d been dying to get a glimpse of for the past few days.

  She was beautiful. Perfect. And her nipple peaked beneath his palm, pricking his conscience and urging him on all at once.

  He tried to move back, but her body arched into his hold, following the warmth of his hand.

  Her face was blank, but her eyes burned as she watched him. They’d both been fighting this. He’d tried to make it go away, but it wouldn’t. In fact, it was only getting stronger. Each time he saw her, he wanted her more. And considering he’d done nothing but watch her since she got here, he’d definitely been playing with fire. Zane reached for her. She didn’t move away, she didn’t come closer. She stood there, the muscles in her chest expanding and contracting on her labored breaths. His own lungs felt starved for oxygen. No, starved for her.

  Burying his hands into the hair at her nape, he pulled her to him and took what he wanted.

  And she let him. Her body arched back in his arms, giving him better access to her mouth. Her arms hung limp at her sides. But he could taste her desire, could feel the heat of it coming off her skin in waves, mingling together just as their mouths and tongues collided.

  He scooped her up into his arms. The walk to the beach was endless and immediately forgotten as soon as he laid her out on the ground close to the forest floor. Fallen palm fronds, soft wildflowers and spongy moss that seemed to grow only close to the water cushioned the ground and provided the perfect bed.

  He followed her down, rolling onto his side so he could look at her. She stared back, the passion-soaked haze gone from her eyes. Her lips pulled down into a frown as she said, “We probably shouldn’t be doing this.”

  “Nope.” She was right. There were so many reasons he should keep his hands off her—forefront in his mind was that he really didn’t think he could trust her. And considering he had enough trouble trusting people these days… But his body wouldn’t seem to listen. So here they were, together, in a secluded clearing on a private tropical island. And he wasn’t going to be the one to stop the inevitable.

  He reached for her, his hands skimming across the smooth plane of her stomach, as his lips tasted the curve of her shoulder. She was sweet and slightly salty from her hours under the sun. The tropical floral scent he’d assumed was artificial seemed to be embedded deep within her skin, quintessentially Elle and definitely not from some bottle. It was exotic, just as she was, and reminded him of steamy, moon-soaked nights. Nights he wanted to spend with her.

  Zane watched as her eyes closed in bliss. As sexual caresses went, he would have put both low on the scale for what might have caused her pleasure. But the reality was stamped across her face.

  He moved his mouth closer, trailing kisses across her collarbone to the sensitive curve of her neck.

  “Just so we’re both clear,” she breathed out, before rolling beneath his hand to grab for him.

  Her fingers dug into his skin, pulling him closer to her body. What she was saying was hard to miss, and still he had to ask.

  “You’re sure about this?”

  Rearing up on her elbow, Elle looked down at him. She was fierce and beautiful and full of life. Her skin glowed with energy, not just some sprayed-on tan but the vitality of a life lived to the fullest. Her silvery eyes flashed at him, a reflection of the need pulsing through his own body. A half smile tugged at the corners of her lips, timeless and mysterious. As if she knew things he’d never understand. Had experienced things she’d never share with him.

  Although, he hadn’t really asked her to. He had plenty of secrets and a history of his own. Things he couldn’t share. Memories he wouldn’t let taint this moment.

  Elle was here, and right now he didn’t want to be anywhere else.

  “Shut up and kiss me,” she whispered.

  8

  ELLE WATCHED THE PLAY of emotions as they crossed Zane’s face. If he had any idea of the glimpse into his mind that he’d just given her, she was sure he would have bolted back to the safety of his hidey-hole, the resort.

  She didn’t know his story, but she could guess. And in the grand scheme of things, it really didn’t matter. She didn’t need to know him in order to enjoy the physical explosion he could tease from her body.

  She wondered just how many women Officer Edwards had been with since he’d come to this place. She was absolutely certain she wasn’t the first guest to have been attracted to the resident cop. Lots of women fell for that man-in-uniform, save-the-world, Superman complex that he hid beneath his stern outer shell.

  She wasn’t one of them. Wouldn’t be one of them.

  Pushing up onto her knees, Elle reached behind her and snapped open the catch of her bra. She let it glide down the length of her arms to fall into a wet puddle across his body. She enjoyed the hiss that leaked through his teeth, wondering if it was because the cloth had been cold and wet, or because he liked what she’d revealed.

  Without waiting to find out, she rose to her feet. The boy shorts she’d put on this morning were by far the least sexy underwear she owned. At least, she thought so. But the look in Zane’s eyes told her maybe she needed to reevaluate. Certainly, they were less than cooperative as she tried to peel the clinging material from her wet skin. Somehow, what she’d meant to be enticing was quickly turning into a moment of embarrassment when they rolled into an uncooperative ball of cloth just as she tried to get them over her hips.

  That is, until his hands swept hers away. She looked up from her struggle to find Zane on his knees at her feet. She had a brief moment to think, I could get used to this, before his hands settled on her body and coherent thought fled.

  With gentle tugs, he worked the soggy material down her legs, cupping one ankle to steady her when she lifted a foot so he could toss the panties aside.

  His hands grasped the globes of her ass, pulling her closer toward him. His mouth touched down on her stomach, his tongue dipping to swirl into her belly button. A tug of something deep inside followed the rush of slick need between her thighs.

  Her eyes closed and her hands found a steady perch to hold on to when they landed on his shoulders. His breath tickled her body. His hands wandered, sweeping across her breasts, tweaking her nipples, sending chills up and down her spine. But she couldn’t concentrate on that. Not when the moist heat of his mouth was so close to the aching source of her desire.

  His mouth brushed against the curls covering her sex. She wanted him to spread her open, to touch her and put them both out of their misery.

  Instead, he asked her a question that had her groaning with disbelief, even as the words reverberated inside her.

  “I don’t suppose you have a condom in your bag of tricks over there.”

  “Why would I have a condom?” she gasped. “I’m on the Pill.”

  “Not the same.”

  Pulling out of his hold, she said, “Are you saying you think I’m going to give you something?”

  “No, I’m saying we don’t know each other.”

  With a groan, she collapsed onto the ground beside him, knowing that he was right. Neither of them had come into the jungle expecting to jump the other’s bones.

  “Damn it.” Her words held none of the frustration she actually felt.

  “My sentiments exactly. Although…” With a feral smile that had another spurt of desire rushing through her, Zane dropped to all fours and crawled his way toward her. “I’m sure we can think of something to do…to tide us over until we can get back to the resort.”

  Elle’s eyes narrowed. There were two things that her brain snatched from the statement he’d just made. One, he had every intention of continuing what they’d just started once they got back to the resort. This wasn’t a one-off moment-of-opportunity kind of thing. Apparently, it was more like the
vacation fling that everyone seemed to think she’d come to the resort for in the first place.

  She flipped that around in her brain for a minute and realized she was perfectly fine with that. She wasn’t sure once with Zane Edwards would be enough anyway.

  Two, he didn’t intend to leave her aching and aroused in the middle of the jungle.

  That she could also live with. In fact, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to live if he didn’t finish what they’d started—one way or another.

  Her legs had sprawled at odd angles when she’d fallen to a heap in frustration. She didn’t bother to move them now. She’d never been one of those women who was embarrassed to let a man see her naked. She was confident enough in her body and her sexuality. Besides, she made a point of never stripping in front of a man if she didn’t know one-hundred percent that he wanted to sleep with her. She figured once they were to that point, it really didn’t matter if she had a few extra bumps and lumps—although she didn’t, at least not yet.

  Zane prowled between her open thighs, grasping a leg to pull it up so he could run his lips down the inside of her thigh.

  She let him mold her, moving her where he wanted, because she trusted that whatever he did would feel fantastic.

  And she wasn’t wrong.

  His mouth closed over the weeping center of her sex. Her body bucked at the contact, the electric current of pleasure driving her hips off the ground and her flesh tighter against his mouth.

  His tongue flicked across her clit. Back and forth in a maddening rhythm that just wasn’t enough. He teased and tortured her, she couldn’t have said for how long. She was mindless with need, her body drawn so tight she was ready to snap.

  And still, he wouldn’t let her come. He’d take her right to the edge and then back off, blowing across her skin in a frustrating caress until she dropped away from the edge again.

  She whimpered, a sound she was absolutely certain she’d never made in her life. And then she begged. Incoherent words that she hoped he couldn’t decipher, but knew to the core of her being he understood.

 

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