Page 5 of Maddox

Red flags were everywhere, the sudden quiet more oppressive than the gunfire.

A slight crack drew my attention again, my instincts working overtime.

Without hesitation, I pushed her onto the ground just as a single sound once again cut through the night sky.

Pop!

Fuuuuck.

Charmaine

Who was this man?

My eyes provided answers. He was huge, his shoulders easily able to fill a doorway, his arms the size of my thighs, and his legs? Powerful. He was also extremely tall and even in the ugly lights used for the rescue, there was no mistaking his extreme good looks.

Dark, thick hair.

Chiseled features.

Tall and muscular.

My pussy fluttered from the thoughts jetting through my mind, no matter how ridiculous.

Shoving them aside, I glanced in his direction trying to figure him out. He certainly wasn’t happy being sent to rescue me.

Should I really trust him? Sighing, I looked toward the mouth of the cave, trying to discover the resolve I’d maintained up to this very moment.

As I headed outside, another wave of sadness settled in.

I’d been such a fool to come to El Salvador.

A single noise grabbed my attention and I shoved my hand across my mouth to keep from screaming. Tamping down my fears might be the least of my worries.

With a determined mind, I did my business.

He was on the other side of the cave when I returned, watching the entrance like a trained soldier. I returned to the spot where I’d been. He’d placed another shirt on the cold surface for me to lie on. As I eased down, I couldn’t seem to take my eyes off him.

Whoever Lieutenant Grant was, I knew one thing for certain.

He was hiding behind a thick layer of armor. No one would ever be able to get through to him.

Certainly not me.

Besides, I had no desire to get myself entangled with some grumpy guy.

Not even one who’d saved my life.

As I moved toward the clothes, I sensed he was watching me even though he was acting as if he wasn’t. Turning around, I tugged the shirt into my hand first, being very careful that when I removed the wet material that the jump drive remained in place. With the task accomplished, I unfastened my jeans, peeling them down my legs.

The moment I stepped from one leg, my other decided to give away. With a sharp cry, I came close to tumbling to the ground, stopped by the brusque man with the body of a god.

“Whoa. Careful now,” he said with more concern in his voice than before.

I gripped his massive forearms, taking several scattered breaths. “I’m sorry. I’m just…”

“I know. I get it.”

He wasn’t letting me go and in truth, I didn’t want him to. As I lifted my head, the returning warmth between my legs stripped me of all the nasty thoughts I’d had about him and his demeanor. The simple light allowed me to see the look in his eyes.

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