"Mason, are you serious?" Hannah stopped in the middle of the path. They were alone. Whatever they said now, it was just between them. No one could take the moment back to her father or the Admiral. It was theirs.He picked up her hand and kissed her knuckles, never once breaking eye contact."I am." Seeing her with someone else later on would make him rage, but at least for this time, here and now, she'd be his. "Are you sure I'm what you want? Or would any guy at Aegis do?""What?" She snatched her hand away, giving him his answer."Just saying, I never quite figured out if it was me, or knowing your dad wouldn't like you with one of his guys." He reached for her hand but she hid them behind her."You seriously think that's me?" She took a step back, her face shocked and angry."Now I know it's not. I had to ask." He circled her waist, grasping her clenched hands and bumped their noses together. This-it was them. Just them. Hannah could have any man she wanted, but it was
Hannah's legs wobbled, her whole body practically vibrating.What the hell had Mason done to her out on the beach?She knew what she thought had happened, but was that mind-blowing, melting crescendo of...she didn't even know what to call it, but she'd felt it from the ends of her hair all the way to her toenails.Her vibrator had never given her an orgasm like that before. Whatever he'd done was a full-body experience that had her still short of breath and tingly in places she didn't know could tingle.Mason's grip tightened on her hand as he led her back to the room. Her feet and clothes were still wet from the impromptu wash off they'd done before entering the hotel. His stride was a little wobbly, but then again, after what he'd done, she'd be shocked if he wasn't the teensy bit affected, too. Though as far as she could tell she was the only one who'd gotten anything out of the little tent adventure. And oh boy, was that an adventure.They careened around a corner, almost
Hannah seen naked men before. But she'd never seen him naked.That was supposed to go in her?She gulped and took an instinctive step back toward the bed.He flipped the light off, leaving white spots dancing in her vision, but the mental image was burned into her brain. She was well aware of just how built the SEALs had made Mason. Every inch of his body was woven with lean muscle, honed from use, not just time spent in the gym. But under his workout shorts? She'd only ever imagined what he was packing.She heard his feet padding toward her, and she swallowed.He stepped into the pool of moonlight and kept coming, his erection bobbing toward her. Even in the dimness she could see the map of engorged veins across the smooth surface.Would it feel like a vibrator? Without the vibrating part, of course. She didn't expect him to perform superhuman feats or anything.Mason closed the distance between them, completely at ease with his nudity. He looped his arms around her, his
Hannah paced to the sliding glass doors and stared out at the ocean.Did she feel different?The muscles in her abdomen and between her legs were sore, but that was it. No miraculous change, no big difference.Virginity was just that. A title slapped on a person for the benefit of assigning value to it and nothing more.Tap. Tap. Tap.She swallowed and crept toward the adjoining door. She twisted the handle and it swung toward her.Mason stood on the other side, still naked, but his hair was damp and there was no great, intimidating erection pointed her way. A great big bubble of warmth popped deep in her chest, spreading it's ooeygooeyness everywhere.Oh man...She clung to the door, her knees going all weak again.Ho-kay, she was a liar. A big fat liar."Hey," she said."Come here."He reached for her hand, prying it off the lever, and led her to his bed. The door swung shut behind her, locking her out of her room. She couldn't even find it in her head to care
Mason's stomach rolled. The boat pitched, jostling him in his bunk.He was going to be sick."Mason? Mason, wake up."He pried one eye open, but it wouldn't focus. Yellow light created a halo around the most beautiful face he'd ever seen.Hannah?But what was she doing...?Where was he?"What?" He rolled to his back and squinted, taking in what he could see of his surroundings.A couple of F-22s had to be dive bombing his skull with the way it was pounding."You're awake. Finally." Hannah threw up her hands and paced away from him.His gaze snapped to the hemline of her...nightgown wasn't a good word. It looked soft, comfortable, sexy and hinted at what was underneath. It barely covered her. A wrong move, a fast turn and he'd get a peep show.A show he couldn't afford.Because he was not supposed to touch Hannah."What's going on?" And where the hell was he? Mexico? Already?"My room-someone has been in my room." She whirled to face him and gestured at the a
Mason's thoughts plagued him as they searched."It should be down this hall," Hannah muttered.They turned left, down a short expanse of corridor that ended in another right turn. A cleaning cart sat up next to the wall, one door propped open.Hannah's step slowed as they neared the room, her eyes growing larger.He grabbed her hand and pulled her past the room, casually glancing in. Two housekeepers had several big, black trash bags sitting near the doors.If one resort employee was in on it, more could be, too."Mason." Hannah squeezed his hand."I know."Housekeeping was clearing out the other two girl's belongings.He'd bet money that Natalie and Christine were gone. And not headed home.Mason couldn't protect Hannah and find two missing girls. He had to take care of Hannah first, then he could figure out his options for a search and rescue."What are we going to do?" Hannah's voice broke and she squeezed his hand."We're getting out of here."They circled
Hannah clutched her luggage handle with one hand and the edge of the phone booth with the other. Mason chattered away in a language she couldn't even identify. In theory Zain was on the other end of the line. Hopefully it wasn't her father.How had this happened? Why her? Could she have dreamed it all last night? Did he really not remember?There were so many things to be shocked about, she didn't know what was worse.The drugging. The missing girls. Someone breaking into her room. The cooperation of the resort staff. Sex with Mason.He doesn't remember.She gulped and leaned against the phone booth. Okay, somehow that one really got her.He really didn't remember.And she could recall every moment in vivid detail.When he'd woken up, she'd thought maybe he was just hung over. She'd thought he seemed way more relaxed than normal last night. Alcohol was easily a factor. But then the rest? He really had no memory whatsoever about last night. He'd been modest and...normal.
Hannah stared Mason down until she saw him give.Mason sighed, clearly exasperated with her questions. Well, fuck him if he didn't want to answer. She wasn't going into a situation without some idea of what to expect."Zain said Abraham has a code. It makes him hard to work with.""What code? Who is he?" This would go so much faster if Mason would just give her the information up front."Abraham deals mostly in guns. I don't know all the details of his code, but he's Jewish. I'm guessing no deliveries on the Sabbath, he doesn't work with some nationalities, and he keeps kosher, but it's just a guess. Satisfied?""Why did he and Zain fall out?""Zain violated one of his nationality rules. It was a mistake, not a conscious one, but Abraham never forgave him for it. Satisfied?""Yes. Let's go." She didn't want to ask the next question-why Aegis would need to work with an arms dealer. Some questions didn't need answers.Hannah straightened her spine, pushed her shoulders ba