The Recruit: Book One Read Online Free

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ignore the way his biceps bulged against the sleeves of the shirt.  His
shoulders were broader than she remembered, and a thick scruff of dark hair
covered his lower jaw.  She could feel butterflies in her stomach as those
remarkably blue eyes looked her up and down.  She resisted the urge to pull her
own t-shirt away from her full breasts when his eyes lingered on them.  With
something close to horror, she realized that her nipples were starting to
harden and she whipped back around, staring into the small room. 
    He moved closer, resting his hands on
either side of the door and leaning in until she could feel his breath on the
back of her neck.  “How are you feeling, Hannah?”
    Her stomach flip-flopped when he said her
name.  “Fine.”  She squeaked and then cleared her throat.  “I mean, I’m feeling
better.”
    “Good.”  He leaned even closer, his chest
almost touching her back and peered into the window beside her.
    Hannah’s breath grew shallow.  She hated when
people stood too close or touched her without her permission, but it usually
just left her feeling irritated and anxious.  She had no idea what was
happening to her now.  Her heart was pounding and she could feel small beads of
sweat breaking out on her forehead.  Will’s breath on her neck was heating her
skin; a blush was rising up her body, making her nipples hard and her skin
tingle. 
    She stared at Will’s hands.  His fingers
were long and tanned, and both hands were covered in scars.  She had a brief
vision of those long fingers cupping her breast, and her face went from pink to
crimson.  
    Get a hold of yourself!  She scolded herself fiercely.   You hate this guy remember?
    She did hate him; he was coarse and rude
and had delivered the news of her sister’s death with a cold detachment.  But
he had also saved her life and dammit - why was he standing so close, and why
the hell wasn’t she asking him to give her space like she normally did. 
    She opened her mouth to ask him to move
back but instead said quietly, “Thank you for saving my life.”
    “You’re welcome.”
    She glanced up at him.  He was staring down
at her mouth, and something about the way he was looking at it made her legs
tremble and her belly twinge with desire.  He inhaled deeply and she flushed,
remembering his words from before.
    “Do I still smell?”  She tried to adopt a
sarcastic tone but it came out sounding hurt and defensive.
    “No.  In fact,” he inhaled again, “you
smell like strawberries.”
    “I had strawberries for breakfast.”  She said
stupidly.
    “I like strawberries.”  He murmured.  He
bent his head towards her and she leaned away from him.
    He frowned.  “Are you afraid of me,
Hannah?”
    She shook her head.  “You told me never to
touch you again.  Remember?”
    He grinned, showing even white teeth. 
“Right – I had forgotten.  Forgive me, that was a particularly trying day and I
lost my patience too quickly with you.”
    She arched her eyebrow at him.  “I had just
found out my sister was murdered by vampires and your day was trying?  Tell me,
Will.  Are you always that sensitive to others or am I just lucky?”
    This time he laughed, a warm rumble deep in
his chest, and she ignored the warmth that surged through her belly at the
sound.  “You’re much feistier than I would have suspected.  I like it.”
    “Well thank God.  You approval means
everything to me.”  She said sarcastically.
    He laughed again as she turned to face
him.  It was a mistake; she knew that instantly.  Her breasts were almost touching
his chest, and the look in his eyes was nearly pinning her to the door.
    She took a deep breath.  “Could you step
back, Will?”
    “Of course.”  He stepped back and she felt
a twinge of disappointment.
    Richard rounded the corner.  “Will – I was
just giving Hannah a tour.  Would you like to join us for the rest of it?”
    “Thanks but no.  I should get back to