by Lora Leigh
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Travis watched the woman he had long ago nicknamed “Lady Hawk.” Night Hawk was her codename, and he hadn’t realized how much he hated code names until he’d found a curiosity for this one woman.
Curiosity was quickly turning to desire, though. When had it started? Hell, maybe it had always been there. Staring into her emerald eyes, seeing the feminine softness, a feminine hunger, he realized it must have always been there after all.
He stored away the information she had given him. He’d arrive back at unit command tonight and relay the message to Jordan. He wouldn’t mention a midnight car ride, or the fact that his cock was throbbing and his need to touch his contact was driving him crazy.
Damn. She looked like a dark angel as she sat next to him in the car, staring back at him with aching loneliness. That loneliness was easy to identify, it lived and breathed inside him as well.
“Any further information?” He forced the question past his lips. He didn’t want to talk to her about death or assassins. He didn’t want to talk at all, but what he did want was so forbidden that it could make him a dead man in truth. Maybe.
She shook her head, her long, dark brown hair brushing around her shoulders and upper arms, drawing his gaze, his hunger. He wanted to feel that hair on his flesh,
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watch it fall around his face as she lowered herself to him, kissed him, breathed her warmth into him.
“The information was sent to me directly by a contact I’ve been fostering for quite a while,” she told him. “Orion is one of our priority missions.”
Travis nodded when he wanted nothing more than to kiss the lips that were parted, glistening as her tongue swiped over them.
She wanted him, just as damned much as he wanted her.
“We’ll take care of it,” he told her. “Inform your unit commander that EO-1 has accepted the information as well as the assignment that will go with it.”
There wasn’t a chance in hell that it would be rejected by Jordan, and Travis knew it.
She nodded slowly, still watching him. Travis warned himself that he was getting into some deep shit here. He knew he was and couldn’t seem to pull back.
He’d played by the rules in his former life. He’d done everything by the book, and still, he’d lost all he’d worked for. He’d fallen back into that habit with the Elite Ops.
Playing by the rules. Hell, if there was a hunger worth breaking the rules for, then it was the hunger rising inside him now.
His jaw clenched as he lifted his hand and reached out to her. His fingers brushed over her jaw as she stared back at him, surprise flickering in her gaze.
“How long have we been meeting?” he asked her then.
Night Hawk shook her head. “A couple of years.”
Three years. She had been assigned to his unit as courier and information-gatherer three years ago, and Travis had tried to make certain that he was always the one who met with her.
“Three years is a long time,” he said softly.
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Her lips parted as the tops of her breasts began to rise and fall, her breathing becoming more uneven. In the pale light that bled into the car, he could see her nipples pressing against the snug material of her dress and saw the faint hint of a flush as it washed over the upper curves of those perfect breasts.
“Too long?” It was a question, but not about the amount of time that they had been meeting. She was questioning the amount of time they had both wondered and had never made a move to assuage the curiosity.
He’d always wondered if her lips were as soft as they looked, if her kiss would be as heated as he imagined.
His hand cupped her cheek. “We’ll pay for this,” he warned her.
“I’ve already paid,” she whispered a second before his lips covered hers.
As his tongue licked over her lips, felt them part, felt the little hitch of her breath, and felt the hunger in her response, he knew this punishment was much worse.
It was a fact that he would have to leave her tonight. That he’d have to walk away. That this single moment in time was the most he could allow himself.
Then her arms twined around his neck. Her lips parted further and a small moan sizzled in the air around him. Her moan. Her need. And he wasn’t about to deny it.
He was a dead man. He was a hungry man. He was a man about to take the greatest gamble of his life.
-The End-
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