Chapter Seven
Clint was fully prepared to slap his mouth down on hers and take his fill of her luscious mouth. It would be damn hard not giving in to his primitive urges. His dick demanded satisfaction but they didn’t have time for that now. He couldn’t afford to let down his guard, yet it didn’t mean he couldn’t take a moment to enjoy the intense pleasure rolling through his aroused body. And Sarah’s damn squirming only intensified the intimacy of their body’s alignment.
Fuck! His cock was trapped between her thighs and her movements were slowly milking him toward a climax. Does she know what she is doing? He groaned and shuddered weakly. It wasn’t like him to lose control over any of his body parts, but the shapely little hothead beneath him had an abundance of all his favorite female body parts.
He regretted his decision not to visit Lulu after his last mission. She would have worked out the sexual hunger produced by going for months without a woman, but there hadn’t been time. Susan had contacted him the moment he walked through the door of his Montana ranch. Now he felt like a rocket getting ready to launch. He didn’t even like Sarah, but since when did liking a woman have anything to do with fucking?
In the end, he decided to ignore his raging hard-on. He lowered his head for that kiss when he felt a prickling of heat on the back of his neck. That warning sign had saved his ass many a time, and he wasn’t about to ignore it now just for a taste of Sarah Reynolds. Jerking his head back just as he was about to plant one on her, he turned his ear so he could better hear what his instincts were trying to warn him.
“What?”
He motioned her to be quiet with a rough shake of his head, his eyes alert, narrowing on movement outside the thicket they were hiding in. The corner of his eye picked up movement, and he turned slowly until he could make out what it was. He felt the sudden tensing of Sarah’s body and knew the instant her eyes lit on the snake dangling above them.
His eyes flew back to hers carrying a silent message to remain still but his gut told him she was going to ignore it. Since when had she ever shown any common sense when it was most needed? As soon as he saw her mouth open, he knew she was going to give away their hiding place by screaming her damn head off.
“Don’t so much as fucking breathe!” he warned in a harsh whisper.
“The snake…” Her eyes spoke volumes.
“Hold still!” he whispered.
He didn’t have to tell her twice. Feeling that damn prickling at the back of his neck again, he instinctively knew it was right above his head. Sweat broke out on his forehead with the effort to hold himself completely still. If Sarah hadn’t been there, he would have flipped over and taken care of it in the blink of an eye. Another danger presented itself when he heard more movement outside the thicket.
Clint knew he couldn’t wait much longer. “Do you still see it?”
Her gaze shot to a spot above him with obvious reluctance, and he got the answer he wanted when he saw the relief in her eyes. “It’s going away,” she said quietly, relaxing beneath him.
That didn’t mean it didn’t have family members nearby. Clint cautiously turned his head in slow motion, until he could see the damn thing for himself and determine if they were out of the woods. He relaxed, his concern returning to what had caused the noise he’d heard earlier outside their hiding place.
“I want you to stay here.” Her eyes turned dark with rebelliousness, causing him to lose his temper. “Damn it, Sarah, don’t give me a hard time!”
“If you think I’m staying here in the dirt with the snakes…” She shuddered violently. “And the bugs…you’re crazy.”
“You can be the most irritating female when you want to be,” he barked out of pure frustration, remembering to keep his voice down. He had a mind not to even come back for her. Sarah was full of piss and vinegar, traits he wouldn’t normally find appealing in a woman, yet his body’s reaction to her was a contradiction.
“Why, because I won’t let you bully me?” He watched the emotions running across her dirty face. “You’re not leaving me.”
Aggravated that she’d just read his mind caused him to growl, “I already told you I wouldn’t. I haven’t gone to all this trouble to dump you in the jungle where Rodriguez can get his fucking hands on you again.”
“Then what do you get out of this?” she inquired, watching him. “I hope you’re not expecting money. Susan and I own a small business, but we’re not rich.”
“Then maybe I’ll take a little piece of ass.” Clint enjoyed the hot blush rising to her cheeks, knowing it’d be a cold day in hell before he got anything from her. Except maybe a swift kick where it counts.
Suddenly tired of their banter, he demanded in a voice laced with impatience. “Are you going to stay here until I came back for you, or not?”
“Do I have any options?” She pressed her lips and crossed her arms.
Clint could be just as obstinate. “No.”
“Besides, where else would I go?”
Something in her voice sent up warning flags. Releasing a breath of irritation, Clint swore, his eyes falling to that smart mouth of hers. He knew a fake smile when he was looking at one. He stared at her for a long tense moment. “My gut’s never wrong. You can’t be trusted.”
“Then maybe you should take me with you. I’m not the enemy here, Clint.”
He sighed deeply and rolled off her, mumbling beneath his breath, “I’m warning you, Sarah, don’t make me regret this. If I tell you to jump off a fucking cliff, you jump off a fucking cliff. No questions. You got that?”
Clint didn’t wait for her to acknowledge his comment, or argue with him about it. He started to back out the way they’d come. “Follow me. And for fuck’s sake, don’t make any more noise than you have to.”
It didn’t take Clint long to crawl backward out of the thicket they were hiding in. He remained on his haunches, listening to the quiet around them as Sarah slowly inched along on her belly. He wanted to make damn sure no one had been left behind before they started out. Most times you could hear the enemy before you saw them.
Satisfied there was no one around, he glanced up from his crouched position and swore. Sarah had risen to her feet and was brushing her clothes off. He yanked her back down beside him.
“Where in the hell is your brain, lady? Rule number one—never stand up in the open in broad daylight. The enemy will see you long before you see them.”
Her eyes darted around them. “Rules? Are you making these up as we go along, or do you have a handbook I can look at?” There was that sass, again. She jerked her arm away. “If this keeps up, I’m going to be black and blue by the time we leave the island.”
“Yeah, but you’ll still be alive, angel.” Clint’s eyes narrowed on the tail end of a small animal disappearing into the bushes. That was probably the noise he’d heard earlier. Without warning, he snatched up his duffel bag, grabbed Sarah by the shirtsleeve, and pulled her behind him as they set out in a less furious pace than before.