‘Can we get out of here?’ She reluctantly tore her mouth from his, murmuring nervously. She licked her lips. ‘Maybe go somewhere quieter?’
He peeled her body away from his and Elle was unprepared for the sudden sense of loss.
One hand on her shoulder, the other on her waist, Fitz held her away and searched her face, reading her unspoken suggestion.
‘You’re sure that’s what you want?’
She opened her mouth to confirm it, then paused. She still hadn’t told him they were both army, and she didn’t want to. Tonight wasn’t a night for talking Green, or comparing tours or barracks.
She tried to debate whether she ought to tell him or not.
Military-wise, there nothing compelling her to tell him. They were both single, both commissioned officers, and he wasn’t even in the same corps as her, let alone unit, so there was no conflict. He’d mentioned he was heading out on a tour of duty, that was true, but her tour of duty was a non-combat one so Fitz could be going to a different country, not just region, from her. And even if he was going to the same area, that would mean he’d probably be based out of Camp Razorwire, where she’d spent the first three months of her tour.
But when she returned she would be working in the local civilian hospital almost a couple of hundred miles and about an hour’s helicopter ride away. She’d be working with a different field hospital team on the first wave of a twelve-month hearts-and-minds mission to rebuild the damaged hospital and train the local doctors to carry out surgical techniques for the benefit of the population there.
There was no conflict, no issue, no need to tell him. Tonight she really could be Just Elle. With a clear conscience.
‘Yes, I’m sure that’s what I want.’ She nodded.
Fitz didn’t answer, he didn’t move. He just perused her face again, as if making his own mind up about something.
A horrid thought occurred to her.
‘Is that what you want?’ she asked abruptly.
‘Yes, I want you.’ He didn’t even hesitate. ‘God, I want you.’
His simple, direct, sure response fanned that fire that seemed to burn inside her, making her feel almost feverish. The pulsing in her body redirected itself to between her legs.
‘I just want to know what that hesitation was. I need to be sure.’
‘That wasn’t about this. But I guess I’ll just have to convince you.’
She was proud of herself for keeping the shake out of her tone as she stepped back into his circle of space and ran her finger lightly down his sharp jawline. Then, with a whisper-light touch, she brushed her lips on his. His response was immediate, as she’d hoped it would be.
This time his kiss was hotter, hungrier, and lethally practised. His hands moving over her body trailed sparks in their wake. Her body thrummed beneath his touch and dimly she acknowledged that after sleeping with Fitz there would be no going back. She would never be the same again. Sex would never be the same again.
Elle trembled at the mere thought, and it seemed to spur Fitz on as he muttered against her lips.
‘Then let’s get out of here.’
Chapter Four
IT WAS ALL Fitz could do to keep a controlled pace, with her boots echoing quickly next to him, their arms entwined. As if he could outpace the niggle of doubt, the wondering if this was a bad idea.
Not because he didn’t want her. Because he did. God knew, his body ached for her—literally. And not because he hadn’t had one-night stands before. He’d had his share.
But there was something different about Elle.
It had been so subtle that he hadn’t really noticed it at first. He’d been drawn in by the attraction, nothing more. The realisation had been more recent, when it was too late to do anything about it; somewhere along the line, Elle had begun to scrape away at something deep inside him. She made him feel more than just physical attraction. She piqued his interest, stirred his soul. She made him feel a connection between the two of them.
Uncovering a truth about himself that he’d buried a long time ago.
And he couldn’t afford to let her.
Because the truth was that he couldn’t allow himself to feel any connection. He couldn’t allow himself emotions. A mutual physical attraction was one thing, but anything more and he’d end up destroying the other person.
Hadn’t he learned as much from his mother? His sister? Janine?