Page 12 of Kyle

But it was the last ten that had been truly painful. I needed a cold shower STAT. I didn’t know for sure, but I was almost positive a hard-on lasting more than two hours required medical attention. Ten hours with my dick at half-mast had probably caused permanent damage. Which would be a crying shame because after all the fantasizing I’d done, I had it on good authority Anaya would be insanely hot in bed.

I blamed my current state on that damn book. After I relieved myself of my problem, I was drafting a strongly worded email to that Susan Stoker woman. She needed to include a warning label on the cover. Better yet, a fucking paragraph in the beginning about not reading in public or, most especially while sitting next to a beautiful woman who already has you tied in knots.

Perhaps Susan should market her books to old geezers who couldn’t get erections. Fuck the little blue pill. She’d make bank and put big pharmas out of business.

I never should’ve admitted to rereading the sex scenes, yet I’d been a dumb fuck, and I’d even been stupid enough to utter the word sex out loud. She’d thought because her face was tipped down, I couldn’t see the blush creeping over her flesh. She’d been incorrect. I may not have been able to see it on her cheeks, but I sure as fuck saw it grace her cleavage. Which had been another problem, she had big tits, they were not easy to hide, and the V neck shirt she was wearing showcased her ample breasts, and when the mounds started to pinken my mouth watered. Actual saliva pooled in my mouth as I thought of holding them in my hands and tasting her nipples.

Then Anaya had agreed she, too, thought the sex was hot, and it was all over. My cock had jerked in my cargos and the throbbing hadn’t stopped. I could honestly say, I’d never been so turned on sitting next to a woman. Especially next to a woman I hadn’t even touched. And a friendly hand hold wasn’t considered touching—not in my book.

Though to Anaya the simple touch seemed to be a big deal. To the degree in which she’d admitted to walling herself off concerned me. And her reasons for doing so made me feel like a dirty prick for fantasizing about her.

I needed to cut this shit out. Quick, fast, and in a hurry before I freaked her out. We were in Timor-Leste on a mission and that did not include me getting in her pants no matter how badly I wanted to see if the reality of her lived up to what my imagination had conjured.

“How far away is the hotel?” Anaya asked.

“Zane put us up in a house,” Dec answered.

“A house?”

“Yes. It’s more secure than a hotel. It’s only a five-minute drive from the airport.”

“But that puts us almost thirty minutes from Amisha’s. She lives on the other side of the city.”

Declan turned from the line of taxis to Anaya. Before he could give her shit about questioning him, I stepped in.

“We don’t want to stay close to her for lots of reasons. One being we stand out, and she’ll likely recognize you.”

“I didn’t think of that,” Anaya mumbled.

“That’s why we’re here, it’s our job to think of the things you wouldn’t,” I told her, leaving out the unsavory part of the job, which was to take the woman out if necessary.

“Right.”

Thankfully the taxi ride to the house was quick and silent. I used that time to calm my nerves and shove all dirty thoughts about Anaya into the dark recesses of my mind where they belonged.

When we arrived at the two-bedroom bungalow on the beach I was happy to see it was well-kept. Though it was tucked away with trees and foliage on two sides, it certainly wasn’t secure and the trees provided a lot of coverage for anyone wanting to hide.

“Goddamn,” Dec mumbled, taking in the scenery and likely thinking the same thing I was.

“We’ve stayed in worse,” I reminded him.

“One of us is going to have to stay up and take watch.” He said what I was thinking. “You’re up first, since you and sleeping beauty snoozed on the plane.”

I ignored Dec’s dig, hoping I wouldn’t have to have a conversation with my friend about laying off Anaya.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Declan. Was I supposed to stay awake for twenty-five hours and patrol the aircraft?”

Declan’s eyes narrowed and much to my surprise Anaya didn’t wilt. She stood her ground, shoulders back and standing tall. And damn if that wasn’t sexy as fuck.

“You know, you seem to have a problem with me. Instead of the passive-aggressive bullshit, you should just come right out and tell me what your issues are. It will make the next week so much easier,” she finished.

“Anaya, if I had a problem with you, believe me I’d tell you. I’m not passive-aggressive, I’m simply aggressive. If my attitude offends you, I suggest you toughen up, because if you cannot handle me, there’s no way you’re up for what’s getting ready to happen.”

“Toughen up? You’re kidding, right?”

“Not even a little bit.”

Fuck. This conversation was deteriorating fast.