He claimed her mouth in an endless kiss as their lovemaking took a new turn, to tenderness. Her inner walls pulsed around him.
“Oh my god. I’m so close. AJ…”
“Come with me, darlin’. Come now.” He churned his hips, driving his cock over her G-spot in shallow thrusts that sent them both soaring.
As their bodies tremored in release, reality crashed over her in waves too. The heat between them might have erased all doubt, but the danger remained.
After long minutes, AJ dropped his forehead to hers. “This doesn’t change what we might be doing soon, if Con gives the go-ahead.”
“I know.” She nodded and extended her fingers up his jaw, enjoying the prickle of his beard growth and the angles of his jaw.
Silence cycled between them like the pleasure had moments before. Soon, they’d be walking into the lion’s den…and just as they’d declared their love, there would be no turning back.
SEVENTEEN
Henner ran his fingers over the smooth edge of the phone in his pocket. The urge to check the tracker and ensure the bomb was where it had been five minutes before was strong, but he wasn’t going to succumb to paranoia.
Thank god he’d taken a moment to add a tracker to May’s phone while she slept. He hated going behind her back, but he wasn’t going to argue with the woman about it anymore. He was also determined to get his way on the matter.
It wasn’t really the possibility that the bomb was moved that bothered him as much as the unrelenting prickle of unease he felt about May going into that training without him.
She sat in the passenger seat of the car, her fingers knit in her lap, staring straight ahead at the base they approached. Her profile gave nothing away about her feelings, and she wasn’t talking. That bothered him the most.
The buildings were cold and stark compared to the places they’d visited in the past few days. Hell, even the chemical weapons museum looked more welcoming than this place. Not that a military base was known for being warm. It was supposed to be formidable, intimidating and all business.
Like he felt now.
He stole another glance at May’s face. The bow of her mouth was compressed hard enough to create a line of white around the edge. She knew as well as he did what was at stake.
If she couldn’t pull off this role she was about to play… If Henner got caught sneaking around that hangar…then they were both fucked.
His status as a member of the Blackout team protected him from things like arrest or court martial, but the red tape would be hell for him and May if it came to getting caught, not to mention the bridges she’d burn.
“You sure that you don’t want to turn back?” he asked for the fifth time.
Without looking his way, she nodded. “I got it, AJ. It’s you I’m concerned about.”
He scoffed. “I take that as an insult.”
She swung her head, dark eyes fixed on his face. “You know what I mean.”
His chest tightened. He did know. The things they’d said to each other the previous night changed everything.
They pulled up to the base entrance, rolling to a stop at the checkpoint. The guard took their names, and of course they were on the list.
Simpson had cleared the way for them this time. Henner just hoped things were as simple as they looked on the surface.
They rarely were.
The guard leaned in to take their identification, his expression unreadable. He glanced at their IDs and waved them through. “Welcome back.”
Henner passed through the gates. His gut twisted. He didn’t like this, but they were in the trenches now. They had orders from Con to continue with the plan he and May had devised.
They’d sat up half the night going over and over the steps. The first step was for May to text the major general. What she proposed was the biggest risk they’d taken yet.
She suggested a training on identifying, handling and neutralizing explosives in and around aircraft, along with the safe disarming of missiles. Her request mentioned holding this training in a hangar would be ideal if there was space.
It took a while for Simpson to reply, but he finally responded with:Wonderful. I’ll fix the date and time ASAP.