Midnight Promises by Lisa Marie Rice

Author:Lisa Marie Rice [Rice, Lisa Marie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781426899348
Amazon: B00MM3GYSA
Barnesnoble: B00MM3GYSA
Goodreads: 22703043
Publisher: Carina Press
Published: 2015-01-01T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

A beauty like Felicity, free. Man. Opportunities like this just didn’t come his way that often. In battle Metal had two jobs to do—kill and save his guys’ lives. So every ounce of opportunity that came his way, he took it, even a split-second opening.

For a second, when she told him she was free—against all odds, against the way the world should be organized because someone like her should be snapped up immediately—she moved toward him. Her mouth opened slightly as she watched him, her hand unfurled, her shoulders relaxed.

She had no idea what she was saying with her body language, but he did.

They were subtle signs but Metal was used to reading subtle signs. He’d once caught a tiny twitch just as a teammate was being zipped up in a body bag. The teammate had been alive, just barely, and Metal had saved his life. He got Christmas cards from the guy, now retired, living with his wife and his dog.

That was all in the land of death Metal had left behind. This—this was the land of life, oh God yes. Felicity was life itself.

Moving in on her, moving to kiss her, felt like plugging in to something vast. Like plugging in to the world itself.

He was moving real slow, she could stop him at any time. But she wasn’t stopping him. Nope. When his mouth settled back on hers, she opened up for him, pressing against him, her tongue stroking his.

At the touch of her tongue his dick surged in his pants, from zero to hero in about two seconds. Full-blown erection, too, not some half-assed thing from looking at a pretty woman.

Nope, below the waist he was up and ready for action. He wanted to woo her, court her. He wasn’t good at it but he’d seen movies. Except usually the wooing required wit and charm, things he lacked. And on top of that, she had stitches. They were clean and they wouldn’t hurt but fucking in the missionary position was out of the question. So those were two good reasons not to jump her, lift up his T-shirt on her, shove his jeans down and slide right in, which was precisely what he wanted to do.

Lucky thing they were taught discipline in the Teams.

He pulled away a little, looking down at her. Fuck, she was beautiful. The Russians were known for their beautiful women. But she was 100 percent nerd, and she couldn’t see her own attraction.

He saw it, oh yeah.

Metal watched as Felicity’s eyes fluttered open and he smiled at her. It was a real smile. He didn’t smile often, mainly he just bared his teeth, so he knew the difference. She was a little mussed, a little confused, completely desirable.

“Hey,” he whispered.

“Hey,” she answered.

“You know I’m a medic, yeah?”

She nodded, watching his eyes carefully.

“So there’s this whole new field of diagnostics to find out if you’re okay. It works really well on women. When being examined by a man.”

Now she was smiling, already figuring out where he was going with this.

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