In Danger and Under Fire

Chapter 1-3

Maggie was slick with sweat and other bodily fluids. She lay curled against Mike, running her fingertips over his skin. She had turned on the small bedside light after they had finished, mostly because she wanted to admire him. He had fabulous musculature, and he was awfully easy on the eye, too. Blond hair and green eyes, completed the package of strong jaw, narrow chin, and aquiline nose.

“So how many rules are we breaking right now?” Mike asked. He played with a lock of her hair.

“Undoubtedly a few, but covert ops in the field have a tendency to toss the rule book out the window.”

“How long have you been working for DHS?”

“Three years. The first two years I was stateside, but I’ve been hopping all over the Middle East for a year now. How ‘bout you? I thought Naval Intelligence was mostly an ‘on base listening to wiretap recordings’ sort of thing.”

Mike laughed. “I’ve done my share of that, but I’ve also done a certain amount of field work. Some of it was in Japan, some in Afghanistan. There’s a rumor that SPAWAR is putting together some people for black ops. I think I’m on the list. Hints said you might be, too.”

“I don’t know. Sometimes I don’t get a lot of notice about my next assignment,” Maggie said. “I haven’t yet decided if that’s good or bad.”

“Did you do something else before DHS?”

“I was a combat medic for the Army.”

“So McCoy…do they suspect he’s in bad shape?” Mike referred to the man they were assigned to extract.

“I don’t know, but I wouldn’t be surprised, especially since Gafna implied a level of torture was going on.” Gafna was one of the local contacts.

“Do you have medical gear?”

“Yes, and before you ask, enough training to do anything short of surgery.” Maggie pressed a finger to Mike’s lips. “Enough talking. Are you interested in round two?”

“I think I could be persuaded.” He sucked on her fingertip. “I want to see you seriously come undone.”

“Oh really? You think can make that happen?” Her tone was a husky tease. She may have burned through half the adrenaline left over from the firefight but there was still enough left to leave her feeling restless and aroused.

“That sounds like a challenge. I’m driving.” He rolled over on top of her, and placed a kiss on her left collarbone, then inched his way down the center of her body leaving a trail of kisses. As he reached her hips, he spread her legs and buried his face between them. He could have done with a shave, Maggie thought ,feeling the abrasion of beard stubble on the inside of her thighs. Then he started doing things with his lips and tongue that made her forget the other part. She writhed.

“Jesus, that feels so good.” The warm swipe of his tongue made her gasp.

“I must be doing something right.” His teeth nipped at her leg.

“Do. Not. Stop.”

Oh, Jesus that thing with his tongue…Maggie rocked her hips. She could feel her body beginning to tighten. Unh. The orgasm washed through her in warm pulsing waves.

Mike leaned up and kissed her belly. “There’d had better be another condom because I’m not done yet.”

Maggie gave a low chuckle and pointed at the box where the last one had come from. Mike crawled over top of her and fished out another one. Mmm, it didn’t matter that they’d already had one go, when he thrust into her it felt good all over again. The rhythm was slower and that didn’t make it less pleasurable in any way. It was curl her toes and grab at the sheets delicious as the build began.

“Oh…God…Mike…” Her breath came in gulping pants.

He stuck his thumb between their bodies, putting friction in just the right spot and she moaned out his name as she came. He followed her seconds later. Flopping down on the bed beside her, he wove his fingers through her hair and kissed her.

“Good?” he asked.

“As if you really had to ask.”

Mike laughed, low and husky. He eventually rolled on his side, expression more sober and ran his hand down her belly. “So, what’s the word on when they’re moving McCoy?”

“Sometime right before dawn. That was as close a time frame as Gafna could specify. We should try to get a few hours’ sleep. I’d like to be in position by four, maybe four-thirty at the latest.”

“Distance?”

“About eighteen kilometers.”

“Drive time?”

“About half an hour, there are some narrow streets. Where did you leave your car?” Maggie asked.

“At the GPS coordinates I was sent, which I estimate is somewhere about three or four streets over from here.”

“Good.” She reached toward the floor and plucked her cell phone out of her pants pocket. “I’ll set the alarm for three. We should even have time for a shower.”

“Okay.”

Maggie switched off the lamp. In the darkness, she snuggled close. It had been quite a while since she’d had a man in her bed. Those “toys” in the box served a purpose, alleviating tension, without the risk of bedding some local she barely knew. Satiated to the point logic was actually operating again, she considered the Naval officer she’d just had a romp with. All s****l attraction aside, she trusted him. Okay, maybe that didn’t actually qualify as logic, and yet it sort of did. She’d trusted him with her life in the firefight. She could trust him far enough to sleep with him, in the literal sense as well as the figurative one, too.