Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22629 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22629 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
“It’s better to know and not need than not know when you might.” Words of wisdom aren’t my strong suit, but that one seems mighty fine.
She points the gun toward the trees. A loose grip around the handle is one thing, but her thumb over the slide is what scares me most. “How’s this?”
“Bad,” I answer plainly. I step behind her and get my first whiff of her intoxicating scent. A light, vanilla smell tickles my brain and sends my head spinning like I just smoked a funky cigarette.
“That isn’t helpful, you know?” Eva scoffs.
“I know.” Another step closer and another inhale. It fills my lungs and instantly sends tingles down to my loins.
Trying to steady myself, I reach under her arm for the Glock. I take her thumb off the slide and rest it in the groove below the safety. “Never have your thumb that high. You’d shatter it when you pull the trigger.” I wrap my hand around hers, helping with stability around the handle. “Doesn’t that feel better?”
Try as I might to stay professional, my body has other plans. My heart’s beating unsteadily against my rib cage. My manhood aches at the sensation of her soft skin against my calloused fingers.
How is it that such a tiny little thing has sent me off the deep end? I’ve seen the worst of military life. Sat in the same place for days on end with my sniper scope trained on insurgents. Gunned down militants trying to burn down villages. Been beaten, tortured, and left for dead, but it’s Eva Collins who finally breaks me.
Ain’t it funny how life works out sometimes?
“Not in the slightest. It feels exactly the same,” she grumbles, frustrated.
“Then try this.” I take her free hand in mine and move it under the Glock, where the magazine would go. I tuck her fingers around the edge of her trigger hand before adjusting her arms against her body for ample stability, but in the process, I’ve found myself closer to her.
Too close.
In my half-hunched position, my nose is practically against her hair, breathing her in. My chest is pressed against her back, and my cock is right up against her ass.
And she notices.
“I think something in your pocket is pok—” She stops, figuring out that it isn’t in my pocket at all. “Oh, uhm, forget I said that.”
I should be turning rosy-cheeked and hot with embarrassment, but somehow I’m not. My thumping heart should be a sign of shame. Instead, I’m fucking invigorated. I’ve known Eva all of half an hour, and she’s cracked the thick plating of armor I’ve built around myself.
I clear my throat awkwardly, trying to buy whatever time I can to think, but there’s no getting out of this one. It’s too late. I moved too close too quickly, and my body betrayed me.
“I should go.”
“What?” Eva speaks in a low, guttural whisper. She turns her head over her shoulder, and our faces are inches apart.
I expected her to be repulsed, and now I’m within kissing distance. Fuck, I just want to throw myself into her. Smash our mouths together and let our primal urges take control. It nearly kills me to pull away. Feels like my soul’s staying in the same place while I peel away my husk from her body.
“I should go,” I repeat.
“But we’ve barely started.” Now she’s protesting against my leave when she couldn’t stand me a few minutes ago?
“I’ve got what I came for, and tomorrow is another day.” I start packing up before she can say anything to make me change my mind.
She was trouble from the second I saw her. A rebel, fighting tooth and nail to protect her beliefs. I might find the ideas silly, but I admired her strength, and it made this situation easier to deal with. But now? Staying around here will be poking the bear.
I’ve never found it hard to control myself, but she’s a different kind of drug. And if I’m not careful, I’ll be hooked on her before I’ve realized the mistake I’ve made.
“I’ll see you tomorrow.” I don’t bother packing up the machine gun.
“Alright, cowboy. I’ll see you tomorrow,” Eva giggles at my flustered state. “Just remember to keep that piece holstered.”
5
EVA
After his abrupt escape yesterday, Arthur returned bright and early this morning, wearing the same pair of loose-fit blue jeans and a similar dark gray t-shirt. If it weren’t for his clean-shaven face, I’d have never realized a full twenty hours had gone by.
We’ve been at it for hours, and he’s barely taken a break to have a drink of the lemonade my mother brought us a while ago. Even through his drilling, I’ve still managed to notice how he’s been staring at my sweaty body. His eyes linger on my breasts tightly squeezed together inside of my sports bra, and his mouth falls agape at the sight of my round ass in a pair of yoga pants that leave nothing to the imagination.