She walked right up to him. Mere inches away, her breath hitched, then her heart ka-chugged in her chest. She glanced at his mouth—Ohgod, so sexy—peeked at his beautiful chest and imagined running the pads of her fingers over his soft skin, then she flicked her gaze back to his piercing blue eyes.
“I’ll call you Grey, but you’ll always be my Rambo.”
“You’re playing with fire when you stand that close to me, Austin.”
The intensity in his eyes burned through her like a million suns. She stood there, basking in everything Greystone Santini. He ran the back of his finger down her cheek, then turned his attention to her mouth.
A tremble of excitement flitted through her.
“I’ll fight fire with fire,” she whispered.
He dipped down, his minty breath warming her cheeks. “Things are gonna get hot.”
“Bring it on,” she murmured. “I like it hot.”
On a growl, he snaked his arms around her, drew her close, and kissed her. He didn’t ask, she didn’t grant. But when she kissed him back, she released a torrent of energy into him.
No way she could go backwards. She had to forge on and go the distance. They weren’t playing with fire… theywerefire.
She tightened her hold, the passion exploding out of her. Her moans were met with his groans. Her panties grew damp with pent-up need.
Then, reality smacked her upside the head. Today was day one at BLACK OPS. She’d been personally plucked to work this life-altering assignment. Breaking away, she stood there gasping for air while she glared into his eyes. They were out of control around each other and she had to rein it in. Someone had to show some damn control.
“There’s security cameras everywhere,” she murmured.
“That was nothing,” he dead-panned. “You shoulda seen how I kissed Addison goodbye.”
She laughed.
He raked his hands through his tousled hair. “If you wanna meet me for dinner or stop by for dessert, I’ll be at the restaurant groveling to my grandmother.”
With a wink that set her heart aflutter, he slid into the SUV, tapped his visor. The hangar door started to rise. As if under a spell, she stood there staring at him. Everything about him captivated her. From his wild head of gorgeous hair, to his handsome face and perfectly sculpted body, she was all-in.
He backed out, stopped, and got out. With a smile that made her feel tipsy, he strode back over to her.
“Where’s your SUV?”
She pointed. “That one.”
He curled his large hand around her arm, guided her to the vehicle, and opened the door. “I’ll follow you out. Where do you live?”
“You’re smooth.”
He chuffed out a laugh, and her heart skipped a beat at the joy on his face.
All too quickly, the spark in his eyes faded. “We gotta watch our sixes. I’m thinkin’ of stayin’ at the Black Site. You might want to too.”
Ohmygod.
Being alone with him sent a thrill racing through her.
We’d be going at it like rabbits, every night.
She opened her mouth to ask him if he was insane, then she stilled. She couldn’t admit to having sex with him.
I’m not supposed to know it was him.
“Text me if you’re comin’ to the restaurant.”
She got into the SUV, started the vehicle. He got into his. They waited for the oversized door to close before they droveaway. As she headed onto the main road, she glanced in the rearview mirror. He was right behind her, following just a little too closely.
I could get into hella trouble with you, Greystone Santini.
