Her Lucky Number Thirteen (The American Soldier Collection 13)

Boian leaned closer. His arm grazed her breast as he gripped the counter with his hand to lean on, his face inches from her head. She felt his warm breath against her skin. “Her favorite flower,” he whispered. She turned slightly to the right. His lips were so close to hers. All she had to do was lift up slightly and she could feel them against her lips. But she stopped herself from being some foolish inexperienced woman with a crush on the sexy gangster that trained her years ago. It would never work. Her father would never allow it. He chose Boian and his team of capable men because he knew she could trust Boian. That was the bottom line.

As he pressed a little closer and she felt his finger graze over the trim of her thong, Dusty came back.

“Here, I got a bunch of things. Cosivan said he can do the stitches if need be.”

“He may have to,” Viktor said as he began to clean out the wound.

“What? No way. Does he even know what he’s doing?” she asked in a panic.

“I can assure you I’m so good you won’t even see a scar.”

She gasped at the sound of Cosivan’s voice. She turned and saw him in the doorway along with Chatham.

Thank God the bathroom was very large with a sitting area and a separate shower and bath. She felt claustrophobic though, with men this big in here surrounding her.

“Let me see.” Cosivan’s strong tone had her tightening up. When he touched her hip she dropped the towel and then went to bend to get it off the floor but his hands firmed. “Stop moving,” he ordered. She gasped and then placed her arm over her bra and breasts in an attempt to cover some of herself up. He locked gazes with her through the mirror.

“You need a few. I’ll get things ready. We have some supplies, but it may be a bit painful,” he told her, his hand on her hip. God, he was a hard scary man. His deep, angry expression with his eyes squinted, his jaw firm added to the intimidation factor. He had very short, crew cut strawberry blond hair. His eyes looked dark blue and he had this aura about him that put her on edge and made her immediately accept his power and control. There was no denying the man’s ability to lead and to get whatever the hell he wanted.

“Is it necessary? Can’t we wait a few more days?” she asked.

“No,” he said and then stepped back and started heading from the bathroom giving orders.

Boian caressed her hair from her cheek but not before looking at her breasts. “You can trust him,” he whispered and the tears filled her eyes.

She shook her head and lowered it, but then Viktor placed his palm over her belly and held her gaze in the mirror. “You can trust him. He saved lives more times than I care to remember.” Viktor then stepped away and walked from the room.

“We’ll help you,” Dusty said to her.

“Let me put on a shirt,” she told them as she turned and reached for her tank top.

“No need. It may get bloody,” Chatham said and she stared at him wondering if he were telling the truth and then he wiggled his eyebrows at her. “I personally like the view and don’t want to cover it up quite yet.”

Boian gave him a smack. “Nice, Chatham,” he said and pushed him from the bathroom.

She felt her cheeks warm and her belly tighten. This was bad, really, really bad. How the hell was she going to get through this?

* * * *

“How are you feeling?” Boian asked Nalia as she downed another shot of vodka.

“I told you that I can hold my liquor. The numbing agent is enough. I’m not weak, or a baby,” she snapped at him. The others were all there too as Cosivan prepared what he needed to do the few stitches.

She stood up and lost her balance. Boian grabbed her around the waist.

“I think you are ready now,” he said to her and she glared at him. God, she’s so beautiful. He wanted to kiss her, to hold her in his arms and explore her luscious, sexy body. She wasn’t some high school girl and a freshman in college that he was training. She was voluptuous, smart, professional and a grown woman.

He held her close and cupped her cheek and she leaned closer like she would kiss him and he turned and cleared his throat.

“Let’s get you down on the bed,” he said.

She shoved him away.

“I can do it,” she stated firmly. Obviously insulted that he didn’t let her kiss him. He knew if she did then he would lose control and he would take her, make her his and probably get killed by Karlicov for doing it.

Cosivan gave him a mean look. Chatham and Viktor stared at her body. Dusty gave him a sympathetic expression.

She reached for the hem of her tank top and pulled it up over her head and threw it right at him. She lay on the bed and one look at her body and then his team and he could see they found her to be just as sexy and desirable as he did.