Dangerous in Training (Aegis Group, #2) by Sidney Bristol Page A

wasn’t fair to keep her tied up in this thing between them when someone else could step into his place. Even if he wanted to snap their neck for looking at her.
    She squeezed his waist and sat on the stool next to him. Her skin was flushed, a light sheen of perspiration clung to her brow, and her eyes didn’t quite focus.
    Yup, she’d had a little to drink.
    “Here. I can’t drink another one.” She handed him one of the frilly coconut drinks the girls had been slamming back all night.
    “What’s in it?”
    “I don’t know. I’ve been sipping and tossing them as fast as Christine can buy them, but I think I’m done for the night.” She leaned on the table and chuckled. Her words were a little slurred, but not too bad. He’d be willing to bet she had a good buzz going.
    He sniffed the drink, sorting through the smells.
    “You guys doing another round?” He paid attention to the girls’ trips to and from the bar. They hadn’t been back in at least half an hour. So where had this one come from?
    “Luis brought them to us this time. I think he wants a big tip.”
    “Luis?”
    “The bartender.” Hannah chuckled. “Christine has this theory that if she knows her bartender’s name, she’ll get better drinks.”
    “Hm.”
    In a place like this the mixed stuff was watered down sugar syrup crap. Mason tipped the coconut back and drank a gulp of the quickly melting slush. The flavors hit the back of his throat and he grimaced.
    “Good God, that’s sweet.” He wrinkled his nose and peered at the contents.
    “Let me taste?” She sipped from the straw, all dainty like. “Bleh. That is super sweet. They haven’t been that sweet. He must have changed what was going in it.”
    “No wonder he gave you this round for free. I wouldn’t pay for this crap.” Still, he wasn’t going to waste free liquor.
    Mason drank another big gulp.
    The pure sweetness of it coated the back of his mouth. It had more in common with the consistency of cough syrup than a fruity beverage.
    “Fuck that.” He put the drink down and pushed it across the table. It wobbled on its uneven bottom, but didn’t tip over. There wasn’t that much left. No wonder the girls had gone through so many. There was more coconut than liquid involved.
    Hannah’s hands circled his bicep. She leaned over and rested her cheek against his shoulder.
    “Will you please dance with me?”
    His stomach did a flip-flop.
    He was powerless in the face of her plea. Yeah, he might try to hold out, to resist her, but the reality was that he couldn’t tell her no. Not really. Not when he wanted to hold her.
    Mason knew what he should do. He’d always known the right thing to do. And look where it’d gotten him? A life of no options, forcing him into this corner where he either got the girl and lost his livelihood, or he gave up the girl and kept going. For once he’d like it all—the girl, the life, everything.
    “Okay,” he said.
    Her smile widened until it was hard to look at anything but her.
    She took his hand and tugged him off the stool and to his feet, leading him out into the sea of writhing bodies. He was out of place here. Unlike the vacationing crowd, he could never stop being himself. The SEAL. A guard. It was simply who he was. But for a moment, couldn’t they pretend? Couldn’t he lose himself in this moment? With her?
    He slipped his arms around her so there was no mistake—she was his. For right now, on this dance floor, it was just them.
    Hannah’s movements were fluid, graceful, a little off beat, but he didn’t care. They twisted and turned, their bodies pressed together, undulating in ways that were purely sexual, adding fodder to his already thick stack of fantasy material where she was concerned. It was all too easy to imagine sliding the sheer cover-up off her body, pulling aside the bathing suit and being inside of her. Hopefully she didn’t mind his thickening erection pressing against her hip. If she did, she wasn’t