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The movie was at the halfway mark when he made his move. He lifted her shirt, kissing her navel before gripping the sides of her shorts and began to pull them down. Journee grabbed his uninjured wrist to stop him.
“Killian, no. You know the doctor said you can’t have sex until she releases you.”
“Let my wrist go, Tigress.” He nipped at her lower stomach. “I’m just trying to exercise my tongue.”
Journee swallowed as she looked into gray eyes that shone with desire. He knew what he was doing, and she wouldn’t let him manipulate her body against her mind. It never failed that she always wanted his dick afterward whenever he gave her head. She was sure Killian knew this, and she wasn’t about to make it seem like she’d chosen to ignore his doctor’s orders. She shook her head at him.
“I just want a little taste, baby.”
“Killian Adrian Stoll, you know what the doctor said.”
Journee listened to him groan as he pulled her shorts back up and released them. “You’re really going to make me wait? It could be six weeks before she releases me.”
“Then it’ll be six weeks.”
She knew that wasn’t what he wanted to hear, but she was determined to make him wait, even if it meant torturing them both. She had his well-being to consider, and she wasn’t going to ignore it when they were capable of waiting.
“Fine,” Killian stated, moving up her body until they were face to face. “But I can’t be held responsible for what I put your body through when she finally releases me.” He pecked her lips. “I’m not taking tap outs.” He nipped her bottom lip. “And I’m not stopping until neither of us can physically keep going.” He ran his tongue along her lower lip.
Journee read the promise in his eyes, and the only thing she could do was hope his doctor gave him the okay sooner rather than later. She knew that the longer he had to wait, the more intense it would get for her, and she wasn’t against it. Journee just wanted to be able to walk and talk the next day.
Killian moved back down, resting his head on her stomach again as he turned his attention back to the television as if he hadn’t just promised to wreck her entire world when he was given permission.
Journee allowed the thought to filter from her mind and focused her attention on the television. She resumed running her fingers through his hair, deciding that when the movie finished playing, she would make them something for lunch since it was going on two o’clock.
When the movie ended, she looked down at Killian to find him sleeping.I bet all that sexual warfare did tire him out, Journee thought, and she couldn’t help but smile at him. She was sure Killian didn’t realize that even though he was awake and felt fine, his body still needed to readjust. He’d spent almost a month unconscious, and his body was still acclimating. No matter how much he may have wanted to, he wouldn’t be able to rush it.
Journee turned her attention back to the television and chose another movie. Lunch could wait; she didn’t want to wake him.
28
Killian stepped into Commander Fields' office, and his superior gestured for him to have a seat. He'd come in to give his account of what happened on his team's assignment. Everyone else had given theirs, and while he knew the facts wouldn't vary, it was protocol for everyone to debrief afterward. He was no exception because he'd been in a coma for a month.
“How are you feeling, son?”
“I feel fine considering my injuries, but I guess that's the one good thing about sleeping through most of the healing process. I got to avoid the pain,” Killian stated.
While he still had soreness and some discomfort now and then from the more extensive wounds he sustained, for the most part, he'd avoided it all. He hadn't had to deal with it the way other members of his unit had.
Commander Fields nodded. “Give me your account of what happened. Start when you got to the compound.”
“Yes, sir. Collins and I had just made it to our position.”
Killian and Collins made it to their breach point. Getting there had been easier than he thought, and easy always worried him. They hadn't run into a single form of security, and he refused to believe that these people weren't paying anyone to at least walk their grounds. It was the early morning hours, and security could get lazy and lax when they got too comfortable. So, that was a possibility.
When they landed, they decided to wait until nightfall, and everything became quiet in the compound before they moved in. Their orders were to eradicate the two men, and Killian determined the best time to do that would be in the dead of night. He wanted to put his men at as little risk as possible. So, they'd watched the compound on rotating shifts from a little over half a mile away the entire day.
Haney was a few yards behind them, hidden by some trees. One, in the event they needed him, and two, to serve as an extra lookout. Killian waited for the other three to get into position at the side door.
There were three entrances—one in the front, one in the back, and one on the side. Steering clear of the back door was always a given. In his time with the unit, he'd learned that people guarded their rear doors heavily. While the front ones were often neglected because no one ever thought someone would be so bold as to walk right through it in any situation. They hadn't met him.
“In position,” Edwards stated, and Killian nodded to Collins.
“Entry in thirty seconds,” he responded.
Collins got to work on the two locks on the door. When it came to picking locks, Killian had never met anyone faster, and he was sure that skill had been acquired before Collins enlisted. He had the first lock out of the way in seconds. As he started on the second lock, Killian looked down at the bracelet on his arm. He'd meant to take it off, leave it on the plane. While he could wear it while he worked on base, taking it on an assignment had been something he decided against because he hadn't wanted to lose it for whatever reason.
The soft click of the final lock pulled his attention, and they waited a few seconds before Killian pushed the door open slowly, leading with his gun. The house was dark. They'd watched the last light go out an hour and a half before they decided to go in. The night vision goggles they wore did their job to perfection.
