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When Hannah emerged from the master bedroom, long wet strands of hair dripped onto the silky tank top she wore over nothing but magnificent breasts. The water had made the material nearly see-through as it clung to her dark nipples.
His mouth went dry as he tried to swallow.
He hoped the baggie ski pants hid his erection that grew and hardened with every step she took toward him. Thank goodness she hadn’t even looked up to see him standing at the end of the hallway.
He wasn’t sure he’d ever known such a beautiful woman.
The fact that he liked her, respected her, made his attraction even worse.
Of their own volition, his legs started to move toward her.
She abruptly turned and stepped into the small bathroom in the hall. His bathroom. Where his shaving kit sat open on the granite counter. Where Karl, his best friend from the Atlanta Center, had tossed in a box of condoms while he packed for Montana.What if she sees them?
So what? He was a twenty-six-year-old healthy male…who hadn’t had sex in over a year. But she didn’t need to know that.
He reached the door about the same time she did.
“Sorry.” She held up a hair dryer. “I needed this.”
The scent of coconut hit him like a sledgehammer. She smelled good enough to eat. At that moment, he felt as though he could devour every inch of Hannah, starting at her neck and ending between her legs.
She looked up at him with a self-deprecating smile that made him want to lean down and kiss her.
He couldn’t do that. He was there to protect her, not to make her come around his tongue, then again around his cock. Although having her in his bed would be the ultimate way of keeping her close, she was also a distraction. He couldn’t keep her safe if his brain was more focused on sliding into her wet, moist heat than external threats.
He shoved his hands in his pockets so he wouldn’t reach up and touch her.
“I need to take a shower.” And take care of the insistent bulge in his pants. “The operations center is watching the outside and will call me if they see anything suspicious.” Atlanta also had eyes on the inside of the house, a fact he didn’t dare forget.
“Okay.” She turned and walked back toward the master bedroom.
Isaac stared as her tight butt cheeks rose and fell. He wanted to grasp them, one in each hand, feeling them tighten and release as she rode his cock, taking them both to a place no bodyguard and client should ever go.
Stepping into the bathroom, he turned on the water and stripped. With the heat washing over him, he moaned his release for the first time in a year. He wasn’t sure whether to rejoice knowing his dick still worked or chastise himself for wanting a woman he couldn’t have.
A knock on the door preceded her muffled voice. “Since you lost the biathlon, I’m picking the movie.”
“Go right ahead.” He’d sit through a chick flick if it meant being near her.
CHAPTER6
Hannah hadn’t missedIsaac’s impressive hard-on when she’d gone to get the hairdryer. It wasn’t until she looked in the mirror in the master bathroom that she realized she looked like a candidate in a wet T-shirt contest.
She was thrilled he liked her body. She worked hard to stay in shape. Until last week, she ran at least five miles every morning, lifted weights for an hour, and spent at least two hours every other day at one of the ranges. Someday, hopefully soon, she would return to Syria and her position with the YPJ. There was so much left to do, and she had the skills to make a difference.
Maybe that’s where she should have gone rather than hide in the United States. She hated that her parents had been hurt because of her.
Or maybe she should just go hunting here in the USA. She had a talent for finding the radicals. The perfect shot from half a mile away would be easy and give her plenty of opportunities to escape. But over there she had more assistance. In Syria, she was a hero. In the USA, she’d be a murderer.
No. She would allow Homeland Security to find the terrorist cells and eliminate them. Then her family could live in peace, and she would return to the Middle East.
Sitting on the floor, she flipped through drawer after drawer of DVDs. Nothing seemed to appeal. The television was on a national headline news program currently discussing the weather.
“Want something to drink?” Isaac headed toward the kitchen in soft, knee-length shorts and a faded Go Navy T-shirt that hugged every one of his delectable muscles. Damn, he was cut.
“No, thank you. I’m good.” From the corner of her eye, Hannah watched the muscles in his arm roll and flex as he grabbed a sports drink. Waking up surrounded by those arms would make any woman feel safe. She’d been on the run for weeks. Living on the edge drained a person. To let it all go, just for one night, allow someone else to take care of her, would be a dream come true.
Hannah glanced up as Isaac set his gun down on the table next to the couch. Yes, he might be just what she needed. He looked completely capable of fulfilling her needs. If his earlier physical reaction to her was any indication, she might even get an orgasm out of it. That would make it even nicer.
