Seek and Destroy by Allie K. Adams Page B

hers.
        Oh dear God. That got her pulse rate up, her blood racing, and her panties even wetter than before. The thought brought such fierce heat to her cheeks she had to touch them to make sure they hadn't caught fire. Blinking to moisten her eyes, she blew out a breath to try and put a stopper on the springs of energy pounding in the tightness of her quivering pussy. She brought her eyes up and met his.
         Wink. Damn contacts.
        "Alright," Charis wiped her mouth with her napkin and threw it down on the table. "But you can't go back on your word."
        He straightened, keeping his gaze glued to her. "I never go back on my word."
        "Good. You can start by going back to Seattle and talking to the director."
        He shook his head. "I said I'd owe you one, not that I'd give in to your little scheme."
        "See? You see ? I knew you'd go back on your word."
        That little accusation didn't seem to settle too well with him. His expression stilled. As he spoke, his voice low and oh-so-sexy, she felt her toes curl. "How about I sweep you off your feet and make this a night neither one of us will ever forget? You can go back to the states with a memory. Because that is all you will be going back with."
        She wanted to take offense at his arrogance, but something about him intrigued her, had her tingling with anticipation at the thought of a one-night stand with him. Something about this man made her want to take her shoe off and run her toe up his leg. She felt dizzy with desire, giddy with the thought of what a night with him would entail.
        Her crux gushed and engorged, the blood rushing to her lips sending a racing throb straight to her clit. The little bundle of nerves pulsed and jumped in anticipation of what, exactly, a night with David Snyder would be like.
        He seemed to bring out all of her very worst traits. And she loved it. She actually wanted to do it. Hell, they were both consenting adults. He looked like every woman's fantasy. Why not? He already said he wouldn't be coming back with her anyway. What harm would there be? This may be her one and only time to get out and do something wild, something wanton. She'd failed her assignment, which meant she'd closed the door for others to make it into NASSD. She'd better do her best to take advantage of the here and now. Come Monday she'd be back in the states fetching coffee for Joe the Janitor and filing paper after meaningless paper.
        Every ICE agent waiting on his or her transfer into NASSD would lynch her. She wouldn't be surprised to see a hate mob waiting to greet her at the airport when she flew back to Seattle.
        If she didn't take advantage of the here and now, she may never get another chance. No one would ever know. She certainly didn't plan on sharing. David wasn't going anywhere near HQ. Besides, he really didn't seem the type to kiss and tell. She'd probably never see him again, anyway. And he did owe her one.
        Why not? Her heart rate spiking, she boldly held his eyes. "You got it."
        He curled the corner of his mouth and eyed her lips, licking his in anticipation. "You're an agent. The last guy I know who got tangled up with another agent ended up marrying her. I'm not about to go down that path."
        "Didn't you just offer-"
        "I did, but I also want to make sure you don't expect anything more."
        "I'm not a NASSD agent. Besides, I don't want to marry you. I just want..." She stopped before making a complete fool of herself.
        "What? Me?"
        "Exactly." Did she just say that out loud? Holy Hannah. What had gotten into her? Whatever. It felt good. For twenty-eight years she'd suppressed what she wanted to say, all to be a proper daughter, a proper ICE agent.
        Fuck that.
        Oh my. Since when did she start using words like fuck ?
        Charis suddenly felt the need to be wild. Wanton. She wanted to run through the waves in