In My Heart (The Mile High Club)
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She kissed Drake.
He tasted like cinnamon. His whole body moved against her while he kissed her back, his tongue teasing the edges of her lips.
He couldn’t have been more surprised if she’d told him she was a goddess whose mission on Earth was world peace. She felt his body respond. That was different. Hmmm...she hadn’t ever known really how that part worked. She’d heard her friends talk about wet dreams and ‘their’ experiences, but somehow wasn’t prepared for just how a hard penis felt against her body, even with two layers of clothes between.
Drake whispered, “I don’t even know your name.”
“Hannah,” she breathed. Another burst of static crossed the walkie talkie.
Killing the moment, Drake lifted away, “Do you know how to shoot?”
Rejected. Hannah cleared her mind and took a breath. “Like guns?” Hannah asked.
“Exactly,” Drake said.
“No. Never have,” Hannah said, wishing they weren’t in the middle of a compound fighting for their lives. The silver tips of his hair spiked up in a ridiculously boyish muss. His eyes drilled through hers, driving her thoughts into emptiness. They were blue, vivid, entrancing blue, she could see that now. The pair of worry lines across his forehead and the crinkling laugh-lines at the corners of his eyes gave him a rugged appeal.
Hannah reached up to kiss him again.
Drake rolled off.
The air seemed cold without his body covering hers. He stayed low as he crawled to the door. The shooting had stopped. Hannah couldn’t keep her eyes off the plaster that had showered all over the clothes or the holes in the wall. The bullets had gone right through...seriously all the way through the walls. She had no idea they could do that. It wasn’t like in the movies where you could hide and be reasonably safe.
“Keep down,” Drake ordered, and like a commando, wriggled his way to the door. “Shadow Seven, I have one of the jewels. We’re under fire.” Jewels was the codeword for hostages.
“Go for extraction.”
“Copy that.”
Hannah forced a smile to cover the pain of Drake’s rejection. It shouldn’t hurt. It’s not like she even knew him. Her heart was still sore when he glanced over his shoulder with a bemused expression. Maybe he wasn’t heartless at all.
Shoving his helmet back on his head, he said, “Follow me. Keep low.”
Another burst of gunfire sent Hannah cowering to the floor. Drake’s crawl was so much more professional than hers. She wondered if she would be able to keep up.
Author’s Note
THANK YOU FOR READING. No real dogs were injured in the making of this book, but Joe had to go for what he did to Kibbles. Sometimes people expect the happy ending to come with the abusive man, and it had to be clear that Joe was absolute scum. As I love animals, that seemed the fastest way to make a point that he is a bad guy. It’s been great fun combining romance with high tech spying.
In On My Mind we follow the story of Hannah and Drake. Hannah is a student at the University of Miami. She is knocked over by a man fleeing and doesn’t notice the small dragon statue he slipped into her backpack. That statue is going to cause her a world of grief.
Look for more sexy spies as The Mile High Club continues...