He’d never met anyone like Lena before. He’d never wanted anyone as much and sure as hell never had sex with a fugitive before. He always thought of them as marks and nothing more. Lena was different. She made him feel things he had no name for. Admittedly, his personal relationship skills were lacking, but he could feel her disappointment when he told her he would still turn her over to the authorities. He tugged her hand and pulled her over to the couch. He remembered staying in the office with Josh while they waited for extraction. They had arm-wrestled to see who would sleep on the lumpy couch and who got the hard desk. He’d lost that night. Tonight would be different. His chest tightened with the idea of sleeping with Lena tucked into his arms. The thought shocked him. It wasn’t just the sex he anticipated. Oh he wanted to fuck her. There was no doubt about that. But he also wanted to wake up with her. A thought that had never occurred to him with any other woman. First, he had to explain.
