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Hell, it was already too late for him. His heart belonged to her—she held it in her soft hands.
I’ve taken more risks.
But this one? He could fail.He had a better track record hunting terrorists than with love.
Indika gave a little moan.
He pushed the door open and was at her bedside so fast he would have won an award for speed. Staring down at her, his heart flexed. She flipped onto her back, another pained sigh on her lips.
He couldn’t stand here another moment. He stripped out of his jeans and T-shirt and climbed into bed beside her.
Sensing his presence, she rolled toward him, crushing her curves against his body. God, even fully dressed in pajamas, she had him hard and aching.
His chest felt swollen and hot with emotion. Gazing at her beautiful face, he memorized the sweep of her dark lashes, her smooth skin. His stare lingered on her mouth a beat too long for his sanity.
Christ, he couldn’t take advantage by brushing his mouth over hers, but damn if he didn’t want to do exactly that.
Her plump lips naturally bore a faint color that made makeup unnecessary, yet on their first date, she’d worn a sweep of cherry red across them.
His cock stretched his boxer briefs, and he gently eased his hips away from her body.
Damn if she didn’t wiggle closer until she was plastered against all nine throbbing, bulging inches.
He swallowed hard to keep a guttural growl trapped in his throat and settled into what was proving to be one hell of a long night.
His biggest battle yet.
A low vibrating noise came from the vicinity of the floor. His muscles hardened.
Fuck, not now.
He was getting a text or one of those notifications.
Maybe it was a blessing—how much longer could he lie here without flattening Indika to his body and claiming those sweet lips?
Carefully, he disentangled his body from hers and eased out of bed. Grabbing his jeans, he carried the garment out of the room and located his phone.
He stared down at the screen. Mustang had responded with a couple emojis—a head with a bandage and a thermometer protruding from the mouth and a face with a string of floatingZsmimicking sleep.
Great. He’d left Indika for Mustang to tell him to take a nap.
But receiving a message from his friend gave Apollo an idea. One that could work.
Only a few texts would place him in contact with another buddy. He and Oz went way back. They’d helped each other out of more than one deadly situation. If anyone could move information between groups, it was Oz.
Apollo could dig up every crumb of dirt on the activity brewing and hand it off to Oz with the instruction to get it to Blackout.
At least that would give him something to do besides sit on his hands. He’d be useful again.
When he returned to Indika’s room, she’d rolled onto her uninjured side. Fast asleep, all worry lines smooth, and she didn’t even appear to be in pain.
For the moment, she didn’t need him. If he climbed into bed with her, he’d only disturb her.
Sinking to the floor, he sat against the wall. If she cried out in her sleep or needed him in any way, he was only a few steps away.
He opened his phone again and brought up the photo album. While still in possession of her cell, he’d sent the album of them together to his own phone. A smile tilted his lips as he brought up the first photo.
From the first minute spent in her company, he felt as if he’d known her forever. She felt it too, if the happy lights in her dark eyes told him anything.
