cleared her throat. "I want to meet your aunt, Jake. You've told me how beautiful her villa is, and I'd just like to see it before we leave."
He pursed his lips and forced a tight smile. "Maybe it can be arranged. It will have to be quick. And we have to be ready to leave."
"Sure." Alyse smiled and placed her hand on his. He couldn't be lying if he could produce a dying aunt and an expensive villa. Could he?
"Okay, tomorrow. And then we shove off."
She squeezed his hand. He wouldn't be lying, would he?
The two Mexican soldiers met again. This time their conversation was curt and sharp. The problem threatened to be greater than either of them had imagined at the beginning.
"Did you find him, idiot?"
"We have identified him. Over six feet tall, brown hair, named Silvio Juarez."
"And this Silvio Juarez has no family?"
"Can't find one, sir."
"Is he Mexican?"
"Yes, sir. He is from Cananea."
"Are you sure, asshole?"
"We are still checking on him, sir."
"Damn! Es mal. He just appeared out of nowhere. And disappeared into nowhere! How can that be? Only if you are an idiot!"
"We will find him, sir."
"Find him pronto, or I'll lose my ass over this. And you'll lose more than your ass!"
"Yes, sir." The soldier backed out of the irate officer's sight, knowing he might still be blamed for the mistake.
Chapter Five
It was one of the most difficult things he'd ever done, but Jake left Alyse alone on the Skye Command that night. Usually when a woman had that look in her eyes, he took full advantage without hesitation. But this woman was different. Oh, he wasn't opposed to using her boat. That had been his objective all along. What bothered him now was using Alyse, manipulating her emotions. And harnessing his libido. Usually the latter took charge.
Caring about someone else's feelings was not the norm for Jake Bronson. And it shouldn't matter this time. He had more important things to consider, such as his life. But he had to admit that for some crazy reason Alyse mattered very much. Hell, it actually bothered him to lie to her. In his line of business, lies were second nature. Presently his whole life was a lie. So what difference was another, and another? Yet something melted inside his cold heart when Alyse looked at him with those clear blue eyes and believed him. That hurt more than he cared to admit.
As he watched the sleek, silvery vessel through binoculars from the patio on the hillside, Jake remembered their parting kiss. And he thought he must be absolutely crazy to stop with a kiss.
They stood facing each other on the Skye Command's deck, reluctant to say good-bye.
"I had a good time, Jake."
"It was a day to remember, Alyse. You, on the beach . . . beautiful." He took her hand and lifted it to his lips, nuzzling it with tiny kisses.
"I hope we'll have more days like this. Together. Just the two of us." She shivered with delight as his beard scuffed her hand lightly.
"We will," he said, and kissed her fingers one by one.
Alyse gasped softly as her entire body responded to the sensual act. She smiled into his eyes and stepped closer to him. She could feel his natural heat and boldly reached up with both hands to touch him. Framing his face, her thumbs rubbed his smooth cheeks, and her fingers spread apart over the modest stubble of hair along his jaw line. She delighted in the roughness of him, the extreme masculinity he exuded.
He clasped her palm to his lips and kissed it with a hungry fervor. "Alyse, you drive me crazy."
Unable to hold back, she pressed her entire length to him, brushing her softness back and forth against his tautness. Admittedly she loved the tantalizing sensations his hard muscles created within her as she moved provocatively against him.
Jake could scarcely think straight, knowing those red bikini patches he'd watched from afar and dreamed about were actually rubbing against him. Her skin was silky smooth and oh, so tempting. His hands gripped her forearms, and he
He pursed his lips and forced a tight smile. "Maybe it can be arranged. It will have to be quick. And we have to be ready to leave."
"Sure." Alyse smiled and placed her hand on his. He couldn't be lying if he could produce a dying aunt and an expensive villa. Could he?
"Okay, tomorrow. And then we shove off."
She squeezed his hand. He wouldn't be lying, would he?
The two Mexican soldiers met again. This time their conversation was curt and sharp. The problem threatened to be greater than either of them had imagined at the beginning.
"Did you find him, idiot?"
"We have identified him. Over six feet tall, brown hair, named Silvio Juarez."
"And this Silvio Juarez has no family?"
"Can't find one, sir."
"Is he Mexican?"
"Yes, sir. He is from Cananea."
"Are you sure, asshole?"
"We are still checking on him, sir."
"Damn! Es mal. He just appeared out of nowhere. And disappeared into nowhere! How can that be? Only if you are an idiot!"
"We will find him, sir."
"Find him pronto, or I'll lose my ass over this. And you'll lose more than your ass!"
"Yes, sir." The soldier backed out of the irate officer's sight, knowing he might still be blamed for the mistake.
Chapter Five
It was one of the most difficult things he'd ever done, but Jake left Alyse alone on the Skye Command that night. Usually when a woman had that look in her eyes, he took full advantage without hesitation. But this woman was different. Oh, he wasn't opposed to using her boat. That had been his objective all along. What bothered him now was using Alyse, manipulating her emotions. And harnessing his libido. Usually the latter took charge.
Caring about someone else's feelings was not the norm for Jake Bronson. And it shouldn't matter this time. He had more important things to consider, such as his life. But he had to admit that for some crazy reason Alyse mattered very much. Hell, it actually bothered him to lie to her. In his line of business, lies were second nature. Presently his whole life was a lie. So what difference was another, and another? Yet something melted inside his cold heart when Alyse looked at him with those clear blue eyes and believed him. That hurt more than he cared to admit.
As he watched the sleek, silvery vessel through binoculars from the patio on the hillside, Jake remembered their parting kiss. And he thought he must be absolutely crazy to stop with a kiss.
They stood facing each other on the Skye Command's deck, reluctant to say good-bye.
"I had a good time, Jake."
"It was a day to remember, Alyse. You, on the beach . . . beautiful." He took her hand and lifted it to his lips, nuzzling it with tiny kisses.
"I hope we'll have more days like this. Together. Just the two of us." She shivered with delight as his beard scuffed her hand lightly.
"We will," he said, and kissed her fingers one by one.
Alyse gasped softly as her entire body responded to the sensual act. She smiled into his eyes and stepped closer to him. She could feel his natural heat and boldly reached up with both hands to touch him. Framing his face, her thumbs rubbed his smooth cheeks, and her fingers spread apart over the modest stubble of hair along his jaw line. She delighted in the roughness of him, the extreme masculinity he exuded.
He clasped her palm to his lips and kissed it with a hungry fervor. "Alyse, you drive me crazy."
Unable to hold back, she pressed her entire length to him, brushing her softness back and forth against his tautness. Admittedly she loved the tantalizing sensations his hard muscles created within her as she moved provocatively against him.
Jake could scarcely think straight, knowing those red bikini patches he'd watched from afar and dreamed about were actually rubbing against him. Her skin was silky smooth and oh, so tempting. His hands gripped her forearms, and he
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