Page 49 of Operation Heartbeat

That feminine arch of her foot and ankle made him want to dive into bed with her.

Hell. If the guys ever learned that he was getting turned on by banal body parts like a foot arch or ankle, they’d harass him for the rest of his days. He’d have to leave Charlie team.

He moved to the door in order to escape the lurid images and lust crashing against his brain and groin in waves.

Sophie avoided his gaze, but the flush of roses in her cheeks spoke of her level of discomfort.

“I’ll just get dressed.”

“Of course.” He turned in an about-face that would have made his commanding officer back in basic cry. Hurrying to the coffeemaker, he made a mug for himself and one for Sophie. If they were going to work together after what they’d done the night before, they’d both need the caffeine to stay on their toes.

Carrying both drinks to the table, he carefully set them down and took his seat behind the laptop he was working on. Several screens were open with various information about the man detained at the airport. Several agencies in the US government had provided him with enough dirt on the guy to give Sophie that it should spark the insights she needed.

When she emerged from the bedroom in a pair of trousers and a Princeton T-shirt, he met her stare. Should he bring up last night? Would it be better to ignore what happened and throw themselves into work?

Should he compliment how beautiful she was the day after?

Fuck.

“You need to have a look at this intel.”

She dipped her head in a nod and hurried over. As she eased into the seat, he caught her natural feminine scent.

“Sophie, were you wearing the perfume last night?”

She snapped her head away from the screen and blinked at him. “Do you think I was trying to trick you into sleeping with me?”

He scrubbed his knuckles over his jaw, creating a rasping sound. “No. I mean…”

She sat back in the chair, arms folded over her chest as she studied him. Like she didn’t already have him figured out, dammit.

“You’re trying to find a reason for having sex with somebody you’re working with. I get it.”

She made him sound like a cad…because he was a cad.

Moving the other chair away from the table, he took a seat facing her. “Last night wasn’t like that, Sophie. I don’t know why I asked about the perfume. I know you weren’t wearing it.”

“How do you know?” She arched a delicate brow.

“I would have smelled it on you. I took you to bed because I wanted to. It wasn’t some hormonal urge brought on by a perfume.”

She dragged in a deep breath. “Thank you for that, Con. I enjoyed my time with you as well. Now we both better focus on what we’re here to do.” She leaned forward and set her fingers to the keys, dismissing him.

Con studied her face for a beat before he took over at the other laptop set up adjacent to her.

“I made you coffee.”

She looked around the desk, wrapped her hand around the mug and drew it to her lips with a soft, “Thanks.”

Soon she became so engrossed in the information he provided about their suspect, he thought a bomb could go off in the building and she’d never lift her gaze from the screen.

He sucked down his coffee and made another, stronger this time. Every move Sophie made, he was too aware of it. How she shifted in her chair. How she leaned close and flipped her hair behind her shoulder.

With each move, he found himself trying to guess how her mind analyzed the information.

He wanted to be inside her head.

Hell. That couldn’t be good.

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