Siren

I hated the way Smoke was smirking at me. On the other hand, he was so fecking fine that, if I could, I’d crawl out of this bed and onto his lap.

He was older than me. Maybe by years, given the way his hair was graying and his skin weathered. My guess was the lines edging his eyes were more from frowning than smiling.

Physically, he was huge both in height and breadth, but it was all muscle. His powerful arms, covered in tattoos, strained against the short sleeves of his shirt. His trousers were no different in the way they stretched over the bulk of his thighs.

I closed my eyes and shuddered, remembering the way he’d eased inside me. “More,” I could hear myself begging. He’d growled in response, I recalled.

“Siren?”

I opened my eyes. “What?”

“Are you listening?”

“Of course I am.”

He smirked—again. “What did I just say?”

There was no reason to respond; he knew I had no idea.

He leaned forward and rested his arms on his knees. “What were you thinking about?” he asked in a thick voice.

I looked into his eyes and shook my head.

“Gnéas?”

My cheeks flushed, but I raised my chin. “Yes.”

Smoke moved the sheet covering me and wrapped his hand around my ankle. He stroked the top of my foot with his thumb. With the opposite hand, he folded the sheet so it rested near the top of my thigh and then moved the hospital gown. I closed my eyes and pushed against the bed, willing his hand to move closer to my slit. As though he could read my mind, his thumb parted my folds and rested on my clit. My eyes shot open when he removed both hands and pulled the sheet back over me.

“Why did you stop?” I groaned.

“Now that I have your attention, I need you to listen to me.”

“You’re a feckin’ eejit.”

“Not the worst thing you’ve called me.”

“I’m not surprised.”

He squeezed my knee through the bedclothes. “Pay attention, Siren.”

I opened my mouth to hurl another insult at him, but shut it. The bastard laughed. “Get on with it, then.”

“The team we worked the op for has made arrangements for a private plane to take us from London to the States. Once there, we’ll plan for your continued care.”

“In hospital?”

“As necessary.”

“Why would I agree to this?”

He raised and lowered his eyebrows and then moved the hand resting on my knee up my leg. “Many reasons. We’ll make sure you get the medical treatment you need while, at the same time, keeping IMI from knowing the details of your condition.”

“Wouldn’t they have the means to find out?”

Smoke shook his head. “Not up against the Invincibles. IMI doesn’t stand a chance.”

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