“Keep it,” Crystal said, smiling. “I don’t mind.” She tilted her face to the sky and closed her eyes.
Shane couldn’t do anything but stare. Rain cascaded in a stream over her face and down her neck to her chest, revealing every feminine curve she had hidden behind the cotton and spandex she wore. He imagined seeing her like this, but in a shower, warm water sluicing down over perfect, naked skin.
Blood pounded into his erection until it was a delicious torture bordering on pain.
But so, so worth it.
The moment felt so special, so stolen, so secret . . . Damnit all to hell, Shane wanted to know her name. Her real name. But asking would probably send her scurrying for cover. Not worth it. No matter how badly he wanted to know it. How badly he wanted to know her.
For a long moment, Shane watched a trickle of rain run down her throat until he could think of nothing other than the taste of it from her skin. Sliding his hands over her ribs, his thumbs brushing the sides of her breasts, Shane licked and kissed and nibbled up the long column of her throat.
The moan she unleashed wrapped around his cock. As his lips crested her chin and captured her mouth again, his hands claimed the warm mounds of her breasts.
Crystal sucked in a breath, her green eyes flying wide. “We can’t do this,” she said, jerking back. Breathing hard, she looked over her shoulder, like maybe they could be seen through the quarter mile of forest. “I have to get back,” she said.
Too fast, McCallan. Way to go. “I’m sorry—”
“Tomorrow night, nine p.m., at the marine terminal,” she rushed out like he hadn’t said anything. “That’s what he said about the meeting. I think that’s down in Dundalk on the water.”
“Where at the terminal, Crystal? Do you know? It’s a big place,” he said, pretty sure he knew the answer already.
She shook her head, her movements almost frantic. “That’s all I know. I hope it helps.”
Damnit, he was losing her. “Crystal—”
She shrugged, eyes landing everywhere but on his. “So . . .” Her voice trailed off, and she turned away.
“Wait,” Shane called. Her walk became hurried. “Crystal, wait.”
She turned. “Give me a head start before you leave.” Her face filled with a panicked pleading. “Please,” she called over the falling rain. And then she took off.
“Fuck,” Shane bit out, his gaze glued to her tight little body and dark red hair until the rain and the trees and the path finally obscured her once and for all. With a growl, he threw his jacket against a tree.
Which was, of course, totally fucking ineffectual as a way of resolving the giant pile of pissed off parked on his chest. At himself.
“Goddamnit,” he grumbled as he hauled the coat off the ground.
Christ, McCallan, you could mess up a wet dream.
He stared up at the sky and let the rain beat on his face. Shane knew why he’d blown it so bad. He’d been thinking with the wrong damn head. And not a little with his heart, too. He damn well knew better.
Grousing and kicking at things, Shane humped his way up the rain-slicked trail. Within minutes, he’d returned to the opening to the back of the apartment complex. Crystal was nowhere to be seen, of course. Since he’d spooked her by coming on too strong.
What he really wanted to do was hike up those steps, knock on her door, and make her believe he had her best interests at heart. But his gut told him that’d be a big mistake. Huge. If he pushed right now, she might lock down for good.
Which meant he was going to have to sit on his hands and bide his time.
Retracing his steps to the next building over, Shane paused and surveyed the lot. Everything looked clear, but he still didn’t know how this Bruno asshole had learned about his visit last night. If someone was watching Crystal’s place, though, they weren’t likely to be as interested in this building.
Why the hell did this woman have him wound so tight, anyway? At first, he’d been sure her vulnerability had been her appeal. She’d been a chance to add some tallies to his side of the great cosmic scorecard. And God knew he needed ’em. He’d been an asshole to ever reduce her to that, but it had been his own issues talking, not any true reflection of who Crystal was.
Now, it was more than that.
Maybe it was that she didn’t just need help, but she gave it freely, too. To Jenna. To him.
And that she was strong. And brave. And smart. And . . . fuck’s sake.
Finding the lot quiet save for the steady shower, Shane darted toward his truck. Inside, he grabbed a towel from behind the seat and scrubbed it over his hair and face.
He’d give her the night to cool off, then try to talk to her tomorrow. Apologize. He really hadn’t meant to scare her off. Damnit.
Throwing the truck into gear, Shane left. A new thought crept into his head.
Maybe it was for the better that this had happened. Wanting to help Crystal was one thing, getting involved with her a whole other. And every time Shane let his emotions get involved, his brain turned to shit. Right now, that was something he couldn’t afford. His team, his mission, and his honor demanded more. Demanded better.
And he was duty-bound to give them everything.
So, he’d help her if he could. But no more dancing, touching, or kissing, for God’s sake. He had to go totally hands off.
Imagining not touching her again was like a kick to the gut, but no one ever said sacrifices were supposed to be easy.
So, fine. From now on, he’d keep his distance. With everything else going on, it shouldn’t be that goddamned hard.
Chapter 11
You’re back. Finally,” Marz bellowed across the gym at Shane the minute he walked through the door. Hyped-up about something. Business as usual for the guy.
Shane joined Marz, Beckett, and Easy sitting on metal folding chairs around the computers in the back of the room.
“Go for a swim?” Beckett asked, smirking.
Shane glared. As if his wet jeans weren’t chafing his hide enough, now Murda had to ride him. “Everybody’s a fucking comedian,” he grumbled, tugging his damp tee away from his skin.
“What crawled up your ass?” Amusement danced in Beckett’s blue eyes.
Turning a chair around, Shane straddled it and sat. “My own damn stupidity.”
“Things didn’t go well with the woman?” Easy asked in a flat voice. Sitting backward on the chair with his arms braced on the backrest, Easy’s position mirrored his own.
Shane looked the guy over. Bloodshot eyes. Dark circles. All of them were run ragged, weren’t they? The combination of the hell of the past year and the crisis of the past days. “Yes and no. Crystal volunteered the information I picked up on the bugs last night, so she confirmed her reliability.”
Beckett arched a brow. “What’s the no?”
Tugging his fingers through his damp hair, Shane heaved a breath. “She didn’t have any further specifics on the marine terminal. And I pushed her too far.” He waved a hand. No way he was sharing how he’d pushed her. He wasn’t a glutton for punishment, after all. “It’ll be all right. I’ll fix it.” Maybe. Blinking away that train of thought, Shane looked to Marz. “Why were you so happy to see me? You know, besides my general awesomeness.”
Marz pushed out of his chair, big grin on his face, and held out his hands. “I’m getting married!”
Shane sighed. The expressions on the other two said they’d already been down this road. “All right. I’ll bite.”
“I think the appropriate sentiment is ‘congratulations’,” Marz said, crossing his arms and feigning insult.