Ice (Elite Forces #1)(9)

The sound of someone entering pulls me from my thoughts. "Sir, your team  is ready for tonight's training." I sit and think as Major Roberts  enters my space, leaning up casually against the wall. I smile at the  thought of how much torture I could put my team through during tonight's  drills, but settle in knowing I can't possibly torture them any more  than she will me as I fight to stay away from her.

"And we just received word that our mission will be tomorrow night. The  specifics will come before nightfall." That's not much time. I wanted a  few more days with the team before we throw ourselves into the mass  insanity. I wanted a few more days with her to have the chance to show  her I'm more than a fuck monster. Guess I'll have to make do with the  time I have, which means there's no damn way that I'll be able to keep  my dick in my pants, knowing our time is limited.





JADE


We've been out here for hours, going over maps of the compound we'll be  attacking. Training was a breeze. Hell, I could've led that training  myself. It's what we know. It's what we do.

"It's imperative that we all know every single inch of the area before  we're dropped. We'll be going in late at night, surprising the  motherfucker. The difficult task will be getting to TajUdin." I listen  intently. Not one ounce of me is worried or scared. I'm trained to kill.  I place my scope on the target and kill without any hesitation. This  time will be no different.

"He'll scatter like a fucking cockroach as soon as he hears us. We'll  have to flip the place upside down to find him. We'll go in dark with  night vision on so this will help. I've had heat sensors added to our  masks, so we should be able to see anything that has a beating heart. I  have the equipment here, and we'll be adjusting everything tomorrow  morning bright and early." Adrenaline begins to flow through my body. I  want this guy. I hope he runs out and I get the pleasure of placing the  bullet between his eyes.

"We take out everyone in the compound. No exceptions. So be prepared to  kill on sight. He uses this compound as a hiding place, and we've been  watching his actions for a few weeks." I continue to listen as Kaleb is  in his element. He's passionate about this mission, and I can't help but  follow him as he describes every aspect in full detail. The rest of my  team is extremely prepared for this. I have all the confidence in the  world going into this with the group of men that was chosen to walk  alongside me.

"Any questions?" No one says anything, he's covered everything. He's  meticulous in his detail, like he's lived this exact scenario his entire  life. He's done his homework and with that, I can't help but feel  completely confident and proud to be a part of this mission.

"Alright then, I need JJ and Captain Elliott to stay behind. Everyone  else is free to sleep like fucking babies before all hell breaks loose  tomorrow." JJ looks at me with curiosity and concern. I've been forced  to stay after every single team briefing we've had, so I'm not the least  bit worried about what he'll throw my way. My only concern is how I'll  respond to it if he tries to consume me yet again.                       
       
           



       

"I want you here, JJ, and Elliott... you'll take the back. Stand right  here once we drop you on the roof." He points to the rooftop of the  large house inside the compound.

"We'll drop ropes before we land and you'll have to move fast. Our  element of surprise is what will give us the advantage. If I'm waiting  on you to get your asses off that rope so I can drop the rest of us, it  will change the outcome of this mission. Every second counts. Can you  handle this?" He looks at JJ first, then at me. Without hesitation, we  both accept our assignment. Going into this with a man watching my back  on that roof is exactly what we need to do.

"Thank you, JJ. You're dismissed." He didn't dismiss me. I stand with  strength and will myself to be stronger than I have the past two times  we've met like this. Knowing this will most likely be my last encounter  with him alone, I wait for him to lead the direction this is going to  go.

"Tomorrow will be intense."

"Yes, it will, Sir."

"It's an important mission and we can't fuck this up."

"I have no intentions of fucking anything up, Sir." He walks closer to  me, putting his intensity into my personal space, making me feel him  again. He's so fucking powerful that he radiates dominance just standing  near me.

"You're going to spend the night with me." Excuse me? Has he lost his  mind? There is no way in hell I'm taking a chance of getting caught. And  I most assuredly do not need any more distractions. This man has  already squirmed his way under my skin by taking complete control of my  existence out here. He will not consume me like this. Not before this  mission.

"No, I'm not."

"Do you have somewhere else you'd rather stay?"

"I didn't say that."

"Then why not?"

"Because I want to stay focused and prepare for the mission."

"That's exactly what you shouldn't do. If you worry about it, you'll  start second-guessing everything. There's no way to plan for a mission  like this overnight. This is what you've trained for years to do." He  has a point, but I'm not staying the night with him. He needs to know  that I'm not at his fucking beck and call.

He moves closer and begins to touch me, not acknowledging the ‘no' that leaves as a whisper from my mouth.

My body betrays me like it does every time I'm around him. It has to  stop, and yet my skin comes alive again with his touch and my heart  begins to beat rapidly with anticipation of his next move. I know he'll  undo me. He'll have me begging in seconds if he continues. Knowing I  have no choice, I turn and begin to walk away from him. My entire body  is screaming at my stupid mind that has decided to regain logic and deny  him what he wants. What I want, which is everything I should stay away  from. How can one man be so condescending and make me crave him all at  once? He's so sure of himself.

Its dark out, the only light is the moon shining on everything, lighting  it all up enough to see him when I turn around. He's following me back  to my tent. I know him well enough to know he'll come right in. He  doesn't have boundaries, he's proven that time and again.

I make a detour and walk him back to the structure he stays in. Turning  to face him once I get there, I watch his face as he gets closer. It's  almost primal. He's angry that I walked away, but I can't help him with  his issues.

"Good night, Commander." I say it with finality. With every intention  that those are my final words to him, but he acts like he doesn't even  hear me.

His steps get faster as he nears me, with him not stopping until he's  crashed into me. His hands are on my face, pulling my lips toward his in  an urgency I've never felt before. I don't pull back. Hell, I don't  have time to process that I need to. He invades me.

His arms move around my body, pulling me closer to him. He wraps me up  in his arms and walks us both until we're inside the walls of  headquarters.

My hands finally move to his back, and I slide my fingers over the  ripples of muscle. He's fierce in his kiss, and I kiss him back just as  hard. We explore each other's mouths with a magnitude so forceful I feel  my body begin to melt, blending with the desert heat. We're ferocious,  our mouths parted and tongues tangling. For the love of god, this man  can kiss as well as he can fuck. He's a master at everything.

What the fuck is it about this man that makes me forget everything I've  planned? It's like it is all rushed out of my head the second he causes  chaos with his unpredictable intensity. How can I plan my reactions  towards him when I have no idea what to expect from him at any moment?                       
       
           



       

He pulls my hair out of the tight elastic containing it, pulling me from  his lips when he does. We breathe heavily together, while his eyes move  across my lips before looking into my eyes.

"Don't fucking walk away from me." His voice is deep, moving straight  through my body and into my core as he continues. "You waste my fucking  time and yours walking away from what will goddamn happen."

He sits me on what feels like a stack of wooden boxes and quickly moves  to pull off my shirt. Exposing my breasts with both hands, he moves  close, licking and biting in the most perfect way. I'm not fighting him  off. He feels too fucking good for that. He knows how to handle me, and  I've never had someone treat me like this before. It may be fucked up,  but it turns me on to a level so far beyond any man before him. There's  something about knowing you're actually with a man that would be a  challenge to you in a battle. Battling for control and the need to outdo  each other would become a vital focus. A woman needs a man just like a  strong man needs a woman. Kaleb and I could go at each other all damn  day. The truth is, I've lost against him every single time. He's slowly  breaking my walls down and for the life of me, I can't understand how he  manages to do it every time.