Black Ops Warrior by Amelia Autin

Author:Amelia Autin
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2017-01-10T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14

There was something particularly thrilling about being kissed awake by the man you loved, Savannah thought. Even though part of her was worrying about morning breath because she hadn’t yet brushed her teeth and another part of her was thinking she was going to have to visit the bathroom before too long. Still, an unshaven chin was an erotic delight when a lover nuzzled her cheek the way Niall did.

And when he whispered in her ear all the wicked treats he had in store for her? Bliss.

But eventually she murmured, “Hold that thought,” and made a mad dash for the bathroom. When she returned she was disappointed to see he was still dressed. She’d hoped he would have stripped down to his birthday suit in anticipation of what he’d promised her.

But apparently he’d had second thoughts.

He’d propped himself on one arm, and his expression was serious. “We need to talk.”

She sighed, but not so he’d notice, thinking, Not again. She really, truly had thought that last night they’d gotten past whatever it was that was bothering him. There’d been a level of tenderness in his lovemaking he’d never shown her before, and she’d let herself get carried away with the fantasy. And this morning...

She sighed again, then opened the dresser and busied herself by pulling out clothes to wear that day—jeans and a favorite dusky rose, long-sleeved sweater. With her back to him, she said, “What do we need to talk about?”

“Spencer Davies. DMFC. And an obsolete missile.”

* * *

Savannah and Niall disembarked from their riverboat after breakfast and walked with the rest of the crowd toward the far docks and the small sightseeing vessels they’d take to visit the Lesser Three Gorges. Even though their riverboat was tiny compared to the large ocean cruisers that carried thousands of passengers, it was still too big for the narrow places they were going this morning.

It had rained earlier, but now the sun shone dimly through the clouds. They picked their way carefully through the puddles and over the uneven slats of the trestle bridge, and Savannah couldn’t help but be touched by the solicitous way Niall held her arm the entire time. She wasn’t fragile and she was perfectly capable of avoiding slick spots and rough patches on her own. But his manner indicated a certain...well...attachment seemed to be the most appropriate word. And she was starting to hope that maybe, just maybe, he’d realize they had something special. That the bond they shared was more than just fantastic sex.

Plan for the worst and hope for the best. She could still hear her mother saying that to her. “I will, Mom,” she whispered under her breath.

Niall handed her down into boat number eighteen and followed her inside. “Did you say something?”

She smiled at him. “Just to myself.” She took a seat on a bench in the front row on the other side of the boat’s operator—she planned to take lots of pictures, and this way she could do so out of the front window as well as the side.

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