Page 52 of Trapped With the Secret Agent

“Oh yeah?” He sounded drowsy again.

“Sure.”

“That’s what families do,” she said through a big yawn. “They love you.”

Georgia yawned again and rotated her shoulders. “I’m going to go to sleep now. Is it ok if I stay like this?” she asked, squeezing the shoulder under her hand to emphasize her position on his lap.

“Yeah. It’s fine.”

“Thanks. Good night or day or whatever.”

“Right. Whatever.”

She let herself lean against him and relax fully.

He was so warm.

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Peter held the womanin his arms like she was a piece of rare and priceless china.

She was something else, with her oddball sense of humor. Maybe that came from losing her parents young. He didn’t know. He only knew that he couldn’t allow anyone or anything to tarnish the woman that was Georgia.

He glanced down at her. Her face was shrouded in shadows and dirt. She’d been through more than most men could handle, yet she slept as trustingly as a babe.

A belly dancer?

What was she trying to do, drive him crazy? The images his mind conjured up of her wearing a skimpy outfit and dancing to exotic music wasn’t helping either his peace of mind or his blood pressure. It sure as hell spiked when he heard the comment on pelvic muscles.

Those stupid fanatics wouldn’t have to shoot him. He was going to go insane first. Certifiably nuts. Wacky from wanting her, the one woman he couldn’t and shouldn’t have. She wasn’t just a victim of violence she was part of the job now. A witness and a woman who needed his protection. But, despite his best intentions, he’d already kissed her—twice—and he wanted to again.All over.

He wanted to tease her and taste her, to suck at her breasts until he couldn’t hold her still any longer. He wanted to be inside her, the hot clasp of her muscles clenching him, pulling him in with every stroke.

A groan escaped from his mouth and he jerked himself out of his fantasy to see if he woke her. No. She slept on, unaware of the danger she was in. He could touch her now, take her, make her body shiver with pleasure, but he wouldn’t do it. No matter how his body screamed for release deep in her soft heat.

His erection, painfully hard, sought out the heat of her buttocks and he had to restrain a desperate urge to rub himself against her.

God damn it, where was his normally stoic self-control? Why couldn’t he keep his pecker in his pants where she was concerned? If he didn’t get some sleep soon, he was going to get them both killed.

Peter leaned back against the dirt wall and, starting with his toes, relaxed his muscles one at a time, resolutely putting sex out of his mind.

Yeah,right, like it was going anywhere.

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