Cindy Dees - Captain's Call of Duty

Whoa. The woman was screaming hot. Her curves fit against his in all the right places, and in her nervous tension, she all but vibrated against him. The sexual energy thrumming through her roared through him.

His mind was completely blown. This was Alex Mendez . Suddenly and completely without warning, she’d gone from one of the guys, kid sister and tomboy to all woman. He had no idea what to think about that, but he knew one thing for sure. She felt pretty damned good in his arms.

As if he deserved to derive one single ounce of happiness from being with her. He was a royal jerk. The Mendez family owed him nothing.

His arm must’ve tightened more than he’d intended, crushing her against him, because she gasped in surprise.

Startled, he glanced down at her.

Her lush lips had parted and her eyes widened. As he watched, mesmerized, she ran the tip of her tongue over her lips, moistening them to kiss-me-now-you-fool status.

Stop thinking like that! he shouted at himself inside his head.

“That’s better,” he ground out. “Now you look like a woman in love.”

Alex froze in Jim’s arms. Ho. Lee. Crap . She wasn’t supposed to look in love with him! That was her secret, never, ever to be shared or revealed to him, or anyone else for that matter. Think about something else. The weather. The stock market. Starving children in Africa! It didn’t help. She was in love with him and dancing in his arms, darn it. How was she supposed to think about anything else?

She’d fantasized about a moment exactly like this for years. Her all gussied up and ravishingly beautiful, him all gussied up and incapable of taking his eyes or hands off her. A fancy ball, dim lights and just the two of them gazing at one another and dancing the night away.

He was leading her carefully around the dance floor and holding her as if he thought she’d fall on her face if he held her any less tightly. He dragged her through her momentary fantasy-induced paralysis.

“Hey,” she finally managed to respond with fake cheer, “I’m supposed to look besotted with you. It’s my job. Act like the girlfriend, right?”

He cleared his throat. “Uhh, right. Exactly.”

She shouldn’t have done it, but this was a once-in-a-life-time opportunity. She let her hand stray from his shoulder to the back of his neck, her fingertips playing with the short hairs there. In response, his right hand strayed from her waist down toward the higher curves of her buttocks. She lifted her face to breathe gently on his neck; he tilted his head down to murmur compliments against her temple. She gazed up into his eyes, and he stared back, his sapphire eyes more turbulent and thoughtful than she’d expected. His intense expression unnerved her, sending strange tingles jangling through her body.

He’s only pretending . This was a job for him, too. She was his cover so he could approach the McNaught people. Nothing more. But her body wasn’t paying the slightest attention to her brain. Her breathing insisted on running fast and shallow, and she continued to feel hot and trembly all over.

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