mixed with her
flowery perfume.
Lucas
pulled Elena closer, almost as if he planned to never let her go. He had wanted
to know what her body felt like and this may be his only chance, even though
their bodies were encased in several layers of clothes and heavy winter coats.
He pressed a light kiss into her hair and wished he had never gone to her
apartment for help. He had brought her into this dangerous situation and had no
idea how to get her out again. This was her country and their rules. There was
no help for them. They were alone.
At
least you’re together.
The
thought popped into his mind and was thankful she was with him no matter the
circumstance. She was the rainbow in the overcast sky, the one good thing to
come out of this entire mess. He hadn’t known her long but knew he could trust
her.
She
sniffled, her hand wiping at her face. “I’m okay now.”
She
pulled back some but still remained in the comfort of his arms.
“You
sure?” he asked, again concern in his voice.
She
nodded. She felt like an idiot. Now was not the time or place for mental
breakdowns. One good thing came of it though, she thought. Having Lucas’s arms
around had felt wonderful. Oddly it had felt right. Almost familiar in a way,
her body had molded to his as if it had always belonged there. It had been a
long time since she had been held. There had been the occasional awkward
shoulder pat but never the bear-like hug Lucas had given her and was still
currently giving her. His body felt muscular and powerful beneath her hands and
against her chest. Strong. Comforting. She never wanted him to let her go.
Had
she imagined him kissing her head?
She
inhaled his scent, the pheromones eradiating from him causing her head to spin
and her body warm. She recognized it as desire. Elena wanted to wrap her arms
around him and hold on forever. She just plain wanted him. Her mind was a riot
of thoughts none helpful at the moment. She looked into his blue eyes and her
heart started pounding, her breath caught in her throat. She couldn’t get over
the damage that man caused her senses. She stepped back out of his delicious
arms before she did something stupid. Like kiss him. Or worse.
She
instantly felt cold and alone and fought her weak body into giving up and returning
once more to his embrace. God, why now?
Because
now was certainly not the time or place. They were on the run, chased by her
own government, her own agency. Now was definitely not a good time to be
getting aroused. They had things to do and a traitor to catch.
Lucas
frowned as she put space between them. She looked out on the square as she ran
her hands up and down her arms trying to warm her body.
“So
do you have a plan yet?” she asked, her voice quivering. She turned and faced
him as he moved closer to her. She could feel the heat from his body closing in
around her.
“Besides
keeping from being captured?” he shrugged. “Not really, something along the
lines of finding out what the fuck is going on.”
She
nodded.
“I
don’t like where all this is heading. Michael Ducane is here, he met with Alvin
Pochenchov and now he’s dead. I can’t swallow that coincidence. It all seems so
final.”
She
thought about that. Alvin Pochenchov had a lot of enemies. But if a lone SVR
agent shot him, something was going on beneath the surface. There could only be
one reason for taking a well connected weapons dealer like Pochenchov out of
the picture.
“They’re
tying up loose ends. Whatever Ducane is planning, he already has what he
needs.”
The
question was what did he need and why? What was he going to do with supplies he
had purchased from Pochenchov? She felt Lucas take her hand in his and she
looked up into his eyes. She could see concern and something else there. “I’m
sorry I got you involved in this.”
She
made a dismissing motion with her free hand. “Don’t. I’m glad you did.”
He
gave her a disbelieving look.
“Really,”
she continued. “I know
flowery perfume.
Lucas
pulled Elena closer, almost as if he planned to never let her go. He had wanted
to know what her body felt like and this may be his only chance, even though
their bodies were encased in several layers of clothes and heavy winter coats.
He pressed a light kiss into her hair and wished he had never gone to her
apartment for help. He had brought her into this dangerous situation and had no
idea how to get her out again. This was her country and their rules. There was
no help for them. They were alone.
At
least you’re together.
The
thought popped into his mind and was thankful she was with him no matter the
circumstance. She was the rainbow in the overcast sky, the one good thing to
come out of this entire mess. He hadn’t known her long but knew he could trust
her.
She
sniffled, her hand wiping at her face. “I’m okay now.”
She
pulled back some but still remained in the comfort of his arms.
“You
sure?” he asked, again concern in his voice.
She
nodded. She felt like an idiot. Now was not the time or place for mental
breakdowns. One good thing came of it though, she thought. Having Lucas’s arms
around had felt wonderful. Oddly it had felt right. Almost familiar in a way,
her body had molded to his as if it had always belonged there. It had been a
long time since she had been held. There had been the occasional awkward
shoulder pat but never the bear-like hug Lucas had given her and was still
currently giving her. His body felt muscular and powerful beneath her hands and
against her chest. Strong. Comforting. She never wanted him to let her go.
Had
she imagined him kissing her head?
She
inhaled his scent, the pheromones eradiating from him causing her head to spin
and her body warm. She recognized it as desire. Elena wanted to wrap her arms
around him and hold on forever. She just plain wanted him. Her mind was a riot
of thoughts none helpful at the moment. She looked into his blue eyes and her
heart started pounding, her breath caught in her throat. She couldn’t get over
the damage that man caused her senses. She stepped back out of his delicious
arms before she did something stupid. Like kiss him. Or worse.
She
instantly felt cold and alone and fought her weak body into giving up and returning
once more to his embrace. God, why now?
Because
now was certainly not the time or place. They were on the run, chased by her
own government, her own agency. Now was definitely not a good time to be
getting aroused. They had things to do and a traitor to catch.
Lucas
frowned as she put space between them. She looked out on the square as she ran
her hands up and down her arms trying to warm her body.
“So
do you have a plan yet?” she asked, her voice quivering. She turned and faced
him as he moved closer to her. She could feel the heat from his body closing in
around her.
“Besides
keeping from being captured?” he shrugged. “Not really, something along the
lines of finding out what the fuck is going on.”
She
nodded.
“I
don’t like where all this is heading. Michael Ducane is here, he met with Alvin
Pochenchov and now he’s dead. I can’t swallow that coincidence. It all seems so
final.”
She
thought about that. Alvin Pochenchov had a lot of enemies. But if a lone SVR
agent shot him, something was going on beneath the surface. There could only be
one reason for taking a well connected weapons dealer like Pochenchov out of
the picture.
“They’re
tying up loose ends. Whatever Ducane is planning, he already has what he
needs.”
The
question was what did he need and why? What was he going to do with supplies he
had purchased from Pochenchov? She felt Lucas take her hand in his and she
looked up into his eyes. She could see concern and something else there. “I’m
sorry I got you involved in this.”
She
made a dismissing motion with her free hand. “Don’t. I’m glad you did.”
He
gave her a disbelieving look.
“Really,”
she continued. “I know
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