“Gunner?”
He’d stand, but if he did, it would be impossible for her not to know what he was thinking. He looked into her imploring eyes.
“Watching you…”
She folded her arms.
He leaned forward and released them, getting right into her face. “Your spy skills make me hot, Rocket Girl.”
Her face went from questioning to smiling as she stood and pulled him up with her. “Let’s get you cooled off.”
“That wasn’t at all what I had in mind.”
“I think you know what I meant.”
That was another thing about her that never failed to make certain parts of his body twitch. Her accent was sexy as hell too, and even though her English was practically flawless, he could tell when he had her flustered by the way her mastery of the language’s nuances slipped.
He couldn’t fault her though; it would make him a hypocrite. When she heated his blood, he could barely speak his native language.
“Where are we going?” he asked when she led him out the front door.
“To the waterfall.”
“Hang on,” he said, dropping her hand and heading into the bedroom. No way would he forget the condoms this time.
14
Gunner loved the feel of Raketa’s naked body asleep next to his. That he could stroke her skin, kiss her, even penetrate her body whenever he wanted left him perpetually aroused.
When they came back to the house after their escapades under the waterfall, he couldn’t wait to get her back into bed.
“I’m hungry,” she’d pouted, making him relent long enough for them to have dinner. The dirty dishes, however, sat in his kitchen.
“Clean up can wait,” he’d said, pulling her into the bedroom.
When she shifted and turned her back to him, Gunner rolled to his side, nestled his front to her back, and wrapped his arm around her waist.
She muttered something indecipherable and appeared to go back to sleep.
In the morning, he’d talk to her about the conversation he and Razor had had on the flight back to the States.
“I don’t want to be put in the position of having to lie to Ava,” he’d told Gunner. “In fact, I won’t do it.”
“I wouldn’t ask you to,” he’d responded.
“They’re half-sisters.”
Gunner knew what Razor was talking about and could even guess what he’d say next. Only moments later, he was proven right.
“They should meet.”
“It’s up to Raketa.”
Razor knew that Petrov had asked her to bring Ava and her twin, Aine, to him in Azerbaijan.
He couldn’t predict how she would feel about meeting the two women her father considered his daughters when he didn’t seem to feel the same way about her.
“Fair enough,” Razor had conceded after making Gunner promise to at least bring it up. “I won’t say anything to my wife until you’ve talked to Raketa.”