Page 4 of Trapped with the Covert Ops Soldier

Sogood.

Her hands moulded over his shoulder muscles, then dove into his short hair to pull his head down so she could kiss him back harder.

He groaned and her back hit the wall. He hoisted her up and he pinned her with one of his thighs between her legs.

She curled one leg around his, securing him to her so she pressed against his erection. A very impressive erection.

He left her mouth to trail kisses down her neck and she rocked against him. “Good God, how long have you been hiding this monster?” She rocked against him again.

He nibbled on her earlobe and whispered, “I’ve been saving it for you.”

That had her pulling back. “What?” Was he serious? They’d been friends for several months. She’d wondered if he looked at her a little too long, but he’d never done or said anything to indicate any real interest.

“What?” he said back to her with a grin. “Did you think I hung around you for your stimulating conversation?”

His words stabbed an ice cold knife in her gut and she flinched. It took her a moment to find the strength to breathe again. He’d always been a stand-up guy with her. He’d backed her up in triage as well as outside of work, and made sure no one bothered her or hit on her.

His friendship had been the one thing she’d counted on through the long months working in a country completely alien to home, a place where death lurked around every corner and down every dirt road.

She put her palms on his chest and pushed. “Let me down.”

He resisted for a moment, then pulled his leg back and let her slide down to her feet. “Doc?”

She shoved again, shame making her tremble. “Let go of me.” She couldn’t meet his gaze. She had thought he really did like her. He hung out with her so much and never once tried... God she’d been such a fool.

“What’s wrong?”

She shook her head, her mouth so full of bitterness and pain she couldn’t speak. She ducked down to go under his arm but he caught her and held her still.

“Hey, I didn’t mean it like that. I was joking.”

“Joking?” She demanded. “I thought you were my friend.”

“I am. I’ll have your back until forever.” His brows were low over his eyes. “Besides,youkissed me back.”

She closed her eyes to the truth she could see in his face. She had kissed him back, had even teased him a little. “Yes, I did. I got...carried away.”

One corner of his mouth curved up. “Yeah, it got pretty hot fast.” He took a step back, though his hands still held her by the shoulders. “Maybe I could buy you dinner?”

Dinner? She stared at him, her mouth open. “Like I’m somestrangeryou don’t know?” Anger fired up her muscles and she pushed him back another step. “Get out of my way.”

“Where do you think you can go? That fight is still going on out there.”

“Not for long it isn’t.”

She yanked open the door.

Not everyone was still involved in the fight. Quite a few people had abandoned it to stand around the edges and just watch as several security guards tried to break up the stubborn ones.

She put her fingers between her lips and blew a loud harsh whistle. She repeated it twice more and by the time she was done even the diehards had stopped to see who was making all the noise.

“If you assholes are done beating the crap out of each other, get out of the way so the rest of us can go home.” She marched up to the carousel and began looking for her duffle bag. It took her a few minutes to find it, and while she was looking, the rest of them sorted themselves out and were finding their own bags.

She dragged hers across the floor, heading toward the exit when someone grabbed the back of her shirt.

“That’s getting old really fast,” she said to Smitty.

“You forgot your backpack in the men’s room.” He held it out.

---