HOT SEAL Lover (HOT SEAL Team - Book 2) by Lynn Raye Harris Page B
Authors: Lynn Raye Harris
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fine.”
“You sure?”
She lowered her gaze. “Physically, I’m fine. I’m not sure about the rest.”
He tipped her chin up with a fist, searching her eyes. They shimmered and his chest tightened.
“Christina. Baby. It’s a lot to process, yeah?” He skimmed a thumb over her soft bottom lip. God, he wanted to nibble that lip. And then he wanted to get lost inside her sweet body again. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want, okay? You need me to leave, I’ll leave. Need me to stay and hold you, I’ll do that too. Just tell me what you want.”
She wrapped her fingers around his wrist. “Why do you have to be so wonderful, Remy Marchand?”
He grinned, hoping to ease her pain. “It’s the way God made me, honey. It’s part of the DNA.”
She laughed and the vise around his chest eased just a little bit. “You’re too much, you know that?”
“Yeah.”
“I wish I’d met you a long time ago.” Her eyes were troubled. “I’m a little gun-shy about men now… not that we’re having a relationship or anything. I get that. But how do I know what I can handle? What’s safe?”
“Baby, if everyone knew that, nobody’d ever get their heart broken, would they?” He pulled her into his arms. She didn’t resist, and he thanked God for that. “Let’s just take this a day at a time, okay? Tonight it’s you and me. Tomorrow is a new day. We’ll see what happens then.”
She burrowed her head against his chest. “Okay.”
Remy ran his fingers up and down her spine. He didn’t quite know how he was going to do it considering how skittish she was—understandably, of course—but he would convince her that she wanted to be his.
One shattering orgasm at a time was as good a place as any to start.
9
B aq , Qu’rim
Present Day
N ightfall brought two things , one of them beautiful and haunting, the other frightening. Christina awoke from her nap to the sounds of the Muslim call to prayer ringing from the mosques of Baq. She lay in bed and listened to the melodic words she didn’t understand, knowing that the citizens of Baq would be preparing to pray.
The second thing that had awakened her was the sound of gunfire and explosions. Christina sat up, her heart pounding as one explosion sounded particularly loud just then. The war was coming closer to the city.
She climbed from bed and pulled on her clothing—a light dress and sandals because of the heat. There was also an abaya and a hijab for her hair, but since she wasn’t seeing Sheikh Fahd until later, she didn’t put it on yet.
She grabbed the remote and flipped on the television. CNN International blared to life with coverage of the war in Qu’rim. Baq was supposed to be safe, but the fighting had taken a turn in the past few days and the rebels were close to the city now. The king’s troops were struggling to maintain their hold on the city, but the US State Department had ordered noncombatant civilians out of the country.
She knew that, and she had a flight out in the morning. Commercial carriers were still flying into Baq, but only during the daylight hours. Before she left, she needed to get Sheikh Fahd’s agreement on her proposal, which was why she had a dinner meeting with him in the hotel restaurant tonight.
She’d turned her cell phone off earlier because Matt wouldn’t stop calling her, but now she turned it back on and waited for the inevitable blowup. Yep, twenty missed calls and a boatload of texts.
M att : Chrissy, answer the goddamn phone.
Matt: Get the fuck out of Baq. NOW.
Evie: Sweetie, Matt’s driving me insane. Please call or text him. I know you’re fine because, well, I just do. But put the man out of his misery.
Matt: Screw Girard Oil. You’re more important than a fucking business deal.
T hat last one made her smile. This deal was important to Girard Oil, as they all were, especially in these days of low oil prices. Sheikh Fahd needed a place to sell his oil, and Christina wanted to be
“You sure?”
She lowered her gaze. “Physically, I’m fine. I’m not sure about the rest.”
He tipped her chin up with a fist, searching her eyes. They shimmered and his chest tightened.
“Christina. Baby. It’s a lot to process, yeah?” He skimmed a thumb over her soft bottom lip. God, he wanted to nibble that lip. And then he wanted to get lost inside her sweet body again. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want, okay? You need me to leave, I’ll leave. Need me to stay and hold you, I’ll do that too. Just tell me what you want.”
She wrapped her fingers around his wrist. “Why do you have to be so wonderful, Remy Marchand?”
He grinned, hoping to ease her pain. “It’s the way God made me, honey. It’s part of the DNA.”
She laughed and the vise around his chest eased just a little bit. “You’re too much, you know that?”
“Yeah.”
“I wish I’d met you a long time ago.” Her eyes were troubled. “I’m a little gun-shy about men now… not that we’re having a relationship or anything. I get that. But how do I know what I can handle? What’s safe?”
“Baby, if everyone knew that, nobody’d ever get their heart broken, would they?” He pulled her into his arms. She didn’t resist, and he thanked God for that. “Let’s just take this a day at a time, okay? Tonight it’s you and me. Tomorrow is a new day. We’ll see what happens then.”
She burrowed her head against his chest. “Okay.”
Remy ran his fingers up and down her spine. He didn’t quite know how he was going to do it considering how skittish she was—understandably, of course—but he would convince her that she wanted to be his.
One shattering orgasm at a time was as good a place as any to start.
9
B aq , Qu’rim
Present Day
N ightfall brought two things , one of them beautiful and haunting, the other frightening. Christina awoke from her nap to the sounds of the Muslim call to prayer ringing from the mosques of Baq. She lay in bed and listened to the melodic words she didn’t understand, knowing that the citizens of Baq would be preparing to pray.
The second thing that had awakened her was the sound of gunfire and explosions. Christina sat up, her heart pounding as one explosion sounded particularly loud just then. The war was coming closer to the city.
She climbed from bed and pulled on her clothing—a light dress and sandals because of the heat. There was also an abaya and a hijab for her hair, but since she wasn’t seeing Sheikh Fahd until later, she didn’t put it on yet.
She grabbed the remote and flipped on the television. CNN International blared to life with coverage of the war in Qu’rim. Baq was supposed to be safe, but the fighting had taken a turn in the past few days and the rebels were close to the city now. The king’s troops were struggling to maintain their hold on the city, but the US State Department had ordered noncombatant civilians out of the country.
She knew that, and she had a flight out in the morning. Commercial carriers were still flying into Baq, but only during the daylight hours. Before she left, she needed to get Sheikh Fahd’s agreement on her proposal, which was why she had a dinner meeting with him in the hotel restaurant tonight.
She’d turned her cell phone off earlier because Matt wouldn’t stop calling her, but now she turned it back on and waited for the inevitable blowup. Yep, twenty missed calls and a boatload of texts.
M att : Chrissy, answer the goddamn phone.
Matt: Get the fuck out of Baq. NOW.
Evie: Sweetie, Matt’s driving me insane. Please call or text him. I know you’re fine because, well, I just do. But put the man out of his misery.
Matt: Screw Girard Oil. You’re more important than a fucking business deal.
T hat last one made her smile. This deal was important to Girard Oil, as they all were, especially in these days of low oil prices. Sheikh Fahd needed a place to sell his oil, and Christina wanted to be
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