He’d never get used to her taste, a combination of sweet and rich flavor—like champagne and chocolate. He felt like he could get drunk from her. Touching her, tasting her, made the blood pump harder in his veins. Her breasts pushed against him, the nipples tight peaks, and he wanted to strip away her clothes. To see all of her.
But not in some run-down clinic that was sinking into the jungle. Not with half a dozen agents waiting outside the door.
He wanted her, and he wanted them to be far away from the rest of the world.
That’s not happening now.
As if in echo of his thoughts, a knock sounded at the door. Cassidy tried to pull back. He didn’t let her go.
The door swung open.
He kept his mouth on hers, because he wasn’t done with her.
“That’s a really bad idea, Lane,” Drew Lancaster said as he entered the room.
From where Cale sat, it was the best idea that he’d had in a long time.
Because he hadn’t ever wanted someone as much as he wanted her.
Taking his time, Cale lifted his head. Then he eased from the table, making sure to keep Cassidy close. “You’re interrupting, Drew.”
Drew shook his head. “I’m just here to tell the lady that her ride is waiting. Mercer pulled his strings, and our flight leaves in just over an hour.”
Mercer was always pulling strings, playing them all.
Drew turned to Cassidy. “He wants you back on U.S. soil.”
“Is Cale coming with us? Because I told you—I won’t leave without him.”
Drew showed no surprise at Cassidy’s demand. “Don’t worry. He’s coming. The director is particularly looking forward to a little chat with him.”
Wonderful. He’d just joined the EOD a few months ago, and now he might find himself getting kicked out of the division because he’d refused to follow orders.
Being a team player didn’t always work so well for him.
“It’s okay,” Cassidy said to Cale. “I’ll make Mercer understand what happened.”
Hard to do. Cale realized that Cassidy didn’t fully understand what had happened herself. She thought that she’d duped him, that she’d escaped.
She still didn’t get that he’d used her as bait.
What the hell was I thinking?
“Mercer wants you to call him, Ms. Sherridan,” Drew said as his attention swept between her and Cale. “You need to check in with him before we leave for the flight.”
“Right.” She pushed back her shoulders, as if bracing herself. “Better get this over with.” Then she was heading for the door.
Cale didn’t move. He just watched her walk away—his focus on the slight sway of her hips.
He was drawn to everything about her.
He was in so much trouble.
The door shut behind her with a soft click. As soon as Cassidy was gone, Drew gave a low whistle. “Don’t get me wrong, man. I can understand the temptation.”
Since when did Agent Ice understand any kind of temptation?
“But you don’t seem to get who you are messing around with,” Drew continued. “Mercer will crucify you for this.”