Read Beyond Limits Online

Authors: Laura Griffin

Tags: #Literature & Fiction, #Contemporary, #United States, #Romance, #Military, #Romantic Suspense, #Contemporary Fiction, #American, #Mystery & Suspense, #Suspense

Beyond Limits (30 page)

She combed her fingers into his hair and tipped her head back. She loved his mouth, his hands, the roughness of his beard against her skin. He’d been growing it out for days now, and the friction of his face against her sent a shot of lust through her.

She pulled off his T-shirt and tossed it away and pressed closer to kiss the hell out of him. She loved the sharp taste of him and the way every time he kissed her, it was a battle of wills.

His hands slid down her back and dipped beneath her clothes. He pulled her against the rock-hard bulge in his jeans, and she was so turned on her skin felt tight, like she was about to burst.

She broke the kiss and pulled back. “Where’s the hotel?” she gasped.

He looked dazed.

“The hotel? How far?”

“I don’t know. Fifteen minutes?” A look of dread filled his eyes.

Fifteen minutes. It may as well have been fifteen hours.

She reached for his belt, and his look of relief was so intense she felt giddy. She fumbled with his buckle and his zipper as he pulled her against him and wrestled her shirt over her head. Then he flung it to the floor, and they were skin-to-skin, their mouths fused, as she slipped her hand inside his jeans.

“I have to touch you,” he said, doing it through her clothes as he kissed her until she was dizzy.

She squirmed away from him, then leaned back against the other seat as she kicked her shoes away and struggled to get her pants off. He helped, jerking them down her legs along with her panties and tossing everything away. In one swift motion, he levered his seat back and pulled her on top of him.

“Condom,” she squeaked, but he was a step ahead of her, digging one from his pocket and tearing it open with his teeth. She darted her gaze around, amazed that they were doing this here, in public, in the front seat of his truck, where anyone might come along—

“Hold on.” He gripped her hips and pulled her down, and she gasped at the pure, shocking pleasure of it.

She braced her hand against his shoulder as he moved under her. The denim of his jeans rubbed against her thighs. His hands were on her breasts, shoving the lace of her bra aside, and then his mouth was on her.

Everything was happening together, all at once, and it felt so good, so perfect, so right. But it was going way too fast.

“Derek.”

He pulled her closer, pressing deep inside her, again and again, and the friction was mesmerizing. She rode the wave of it, higher and higher and higher, until she couldn’t stand it, couldn’t go another second. And then everything broke, and she felt the powerful thrust of his body as they crashed together.

She slumped against him. Her pulse pounded. She rested her cheek against the dampness of his skin until the pounding subsided. Their breathing slowed, and she could hear the cicadas again.

He sighed deeply.

She smiled and looked up at him in the darkness. His eyes were closed, his head tipped back against the seat.

A faint humming noise reached her. Not insects but—

He sat up. “Car.”

Lights flashed across the dashboard, illuminating everything in blinding white as she dived into the passenger seat.

Derek swiveled and cursed.

“What are they doing?” she asked, scrambling for her shirt. She found it on the floor and dragged it over her head. The lights grew brighter and brighter, then dimmed.

“Turning around, looks like.”

The inside of the truck glowed red. She darted a glance in the mirror and saw the taillights receding down the road. A punch of relief hit her.

He levered his seat up, and she heard the rasp of his zipper. She felt around in the dark, searching for her clothes.

“Sit tight,” he said, and shoved open the door.

 
 

When he returned from the trash cans, she was dressed again but still groping around.

“They’re gone,” he said, pulling the door shut. He started the engine and buzzed the windows up, but it was too late to keep the mosquitoes out.

He glanced at Elizabeth. She was still looking for something. He felt around on the floor until he found her shoe and handed it to her.

“Thank you.”

Polite. Not a good sign.

He paused a moment, watching her, then followed his instincts and put the truck into gear. She didn’t seem like she wanted to hang out and enjoy the view anymore.

He made a three-point turn—just like the car that had rolled up on them—and headed back down the road.

She kept squirming in the seat.

He glanced over. “What’s wrong?”

“I can’t find my underwear.”

He braked and switched on the light. He checked the back, and there they were: Elizabeth’s white lace panties draped over his hiking boots. He handed them to her, and her cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of pink as she shoved them into her pocket.

He switched off the light and drove on. Silence settled over them as he neared the highway.

He felt the regrets coming, fast and furious. Not only had they had sex after she’d announced her intention not to, but they’d done it in his truck in a public place.

“It was probably just a couple of teenagers,” he said. They’d probably chosen that road for the same reason he had.

She looked out the window. “I can’t believe that just happened.”

“Why?”

“Why? Because my friend’s in the hospital, and I’m getting off in some car.”

He turned onto the highway. His brain was still a little scrambled, but he knew better than to argue with her right now.

She shook her head. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“How about having some fun?”

She snorted.

“What? What’s so bad? If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you actually liked it.”

“Of course I liked it! That doesn’t matter. If that had been a cop back there, he would have asked for your ID and mine, too. And then it would have been a mess. I can see the headline: ‘FBI Agent Arrested for Public Lewdness.’ ” She grabbed her shoes off the floor and shoved them onto her feet. “I told you, I’m not cut out for this.”

“Cut out for what?”


This.
” She waved her hand at his truck as if it were a rolling brothel.

“You’re trying to make it into something shallow so you can push me away.” He looked at her. “We both know what’s really happening here.”

“Oh, yeah? Tell me, Dr. Phil, what’s really happening here?”

“Forget it.” He trained his gaze on the road.

“No. Please enlighten me. What would you call this?”

He took a deep breath and swallowed down his temper. He didn’t want to fight with her. Not tonight. Not on his last night home, probably for months.

Shit.

He definitely should have told her he’d been called back early, but now it was too late. If he told her now, she’d think he’d kept it from her on purpose.

Which, truth be told, he had.

Fuck.

“I’m going back tomorrow.”

No response. He glanced over, and she looked as though he’d reached out and slapped her.

“They called us back early. Everyone. I have orders to report at 0800 Thursday.”

She cleared her throat. “Is it training or—”

“I can’t talk about it.”

She looked away. Her cheeks flushed again, but this time it looked like frustration. She’d asked him a simple question, and he couldn’t answer it.

There was nothing good to say, so for the rest of the drive, he didn’t say anything. He just drove, feeling more and more miserable the closer they got to her hotel.

He didn’t know what to do about this relationship. Because no matter what she said, it
was
a relationship. Granted, they’d gotten off to a rocky start, because she’d been investigating his teammate. And yes, it had been punctuated by months and months where they hadn’t even spoken to each other, much less been intimate. But that part was over now. They’d crossed a line. There was no going back, and her stripping her clothes off in the front seat of his truck was proof. She’d probably think it was crude and even egotistical, but the fact that she couldn’t keep her hands off of him after telling him in no uncertain terms that she wanted to call a halt to the sex
proved
he had a chance with her. She didn’t think he was relationship material? He’d show her she was wrong.

Starting now. Tonight.

He pulled into the parking lot of her hotel and found a space near her door. No sneaking around anymore, and if that got her in trouble, too bad.

“Elizabeth.”

She looked at him, and he saw the hurt in her eyes. He didn’t know what to say. He’d done a shitty job handling this up to now, but he could do better. He had a chance with her, and he was determined not to blow it.

He reached over and took her hand. “I went about this all wrong tonight. I should have insisted on taking you to dinner.”

She looked down at their hands together. “I don’t know what I’m doing,” she whispered.

“I do.” He leaned over and gently kissed her mouth. “You’re inviting me in.”

 
 

Still awake?

Luke pressed send and stared down at his phone, half wanting, half dreading an answer. Finally, it came.

Yes
.

And two seconds later:
Where R U?

He took a deep breath and typed:
Downstairs
.

He watched his phone. Piano music wafted over from the bar behind him as hotel guests drifted in and out. He shifted on his feet as he waited for Hailey’s response.

I’m in 623.

He waited for the fear to hit him, and
smack
, there it was, a quick pop in the gut. He gripped his phone in his hand and tapped a reply with his thumb:
Meet me in the bar.

As countermoves went, it was pretty good. Direct but not rude. Simple and to the point. It would have been the perfect response if he’d bothered to send it, but instead he got on the elevator.

The sixth floor was at the top, and it was every bit as pretentious as he’d expected. He made his way down the too-quiet hallway. He stopped in front of the door, and as he stood there staring at it, it hit him.

Holy, holy,
holy
shit. What was he doing? Before he could come with an answer, the door swung open.

Instead of a yoga outfit, she wore cutoff shorts and a flannel shirt. She was freaking barefoot, and he forced himself not to stare at her legs.

“Hi,” she said.

“Hey.”

Her makeup was smudged and her eyes looked pink from crying, and that right there should have been his first cue to leave, but his feet stayed planted.

“You want to come in?”

She pulled the door back, and his feet unplanted themselves and stepped into her room.

“I’m surprised you came,” she said, closing the door.

“Me, too.”

She looked up at him, and his heart did a little tap dance. Even with her eyes puffy and her makeup smeared, she was beautiful. “Want something to drink?”

“What do you have?”

“I think everything.”

She turned and led him across the room, and he glanced around. The suite was deep and spacious, and he could have parked about three of his closet-sized apartment right there in the living room. He followed her past an overstuffed sofa to a tall wooden cabinet that held the minibar.

Great. Just what he needed. He’d sobered up some on the way over, so why the hell not?

“Let’s see.” She opened the fridge. “Heineken, Guinness, Corona—”

“I’ll take a Corona.”

She handed it to him. “No limes, sorry.”

“I’m good.”

He glanced around, suddenly noticing the blanket piled at the end of the sofa. He caught a glimpse of a huge-ass bed in the adjacent room.

“Nice balcony,” he said, stepping over to take a look. The slider was already open, and he stepped outside, as far away as he could get from that unmade bed.

The balcony had an ocean view, and a full moon shone down on the Silver Strand. A pair of lounge chairs faced out, and on the table between them was a room-service tray and one of those insulated coffee pots. Hailey reached down and poured a cup.

Luke stepped to the railing and squinted in the direction of the base. No nighttime PT happening, but it was still early.

She came to stand beside him and rested her cup on the railing.

“No wonder you can’t sleep,” he said.

“It’s decaffeinated.” She smiled slightly. “I was never much of a coffee drinker, but it was the first thing they gave me back at Bagram. It tasted like heaven.”

He shifted his gaze out over the water, the exact location where he’d spent countless hours doing boat drills and night swims. Down the beach was the pile of rocks that had nearly knocked him unconscious during BUD/S.

He turned to look at her and forced himself to man up.

“So you can’t get to sleep?”

“I get to sleep okay,” she said. “It’s the staying asleep that’s hard.” Ignoring the lounge chairs, she sat down on the concrete and leaned back against the wall. “You ever get that?”

He didn’t want to tower over her, so he sat down beside her and rested his beer on the concrete. “It’s been a while.”

The breeze picked up, and she wrapped her hands around the coffee cup. “I keep having these dreams.” She paused. “Or maybe
flashbacks
would be a better word.”

He watched her profile. The yellow glow from inside spilled onto the balcony, and he realized every light in the suite was blazing.

“It’s always the same.” She looked at him, maybe giving him a chance to change the subject. “A burst of gunfire. The SUV skids to a stop.” She looked down at her coffee. “I never knew, before that moment, that fear has a taste. And all I can think is that this
can’t
be happening, but it is.”

He watched her, feeling sicker by the moment.

“Then they throw a hood over my head and stuff me into a truck. All around me, I can hear them shouting and cursing. And then we’re moving again, and I can’t see anything, but the fear is suffocating, and I realize my whole life—all of it—has been reduced to two things: I’m American and I’m female. And the terror’s so thick it’s like I’m drowning in it.”

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