Out in the field, any connection with home just makes you weaker. It reminds you that you were once civilized, soft; and that can get you killed faster than a bullet through the head.

How much the pain grew inside him after Ossie died until the only way to deal with it was to throw himself into the fray. And the whole time, Vanessa’s body was wrapped around him...

You won’t believe what I’m capable of, Phoenix.

He liked the sound of her voice, husky and low in a way that got him thinking about pinning her to the rock and setting his mouth to work on the hollow of her throat,...

Hot damn, Diego Santero looked fine soaking wet. Everything about him radiated potent masculinity, from the slick, dark hair that drew emphasis to the angles of his cheeks and jaw, to the water beading off...

She dribbled water over his neck and back. The towel didn’t quite soak up all of it, and drops raced down his back, trailing the curve of his spine. She loved that curve, framed on...

Faces close, they breathed into each other, their bodies slick with water and sweat.

She wanted his strong, capable hands on her blody and those soft lips locked with hers. She wanted to be held tight and kissed until she could forget-if only for a few precious minutes-that her...

Tonight, after we’re done with the bank, we’re going to finish this. Somewhere it’s just the two of us. But if I keep kissing you right now, I’m not going to have enough blodd left...

Her gaze slid up the thick muscles of his arm, imagining her hand doing the same, imagining what it would feel like to explore a body of such raw, masculine energy. No doubt about it,...

I’ll carry you.” But she was already holding on, and though she knew she’d have to soon, she didn’t see how she’d ever be able to let go of him.

Am I in trouble? He chortled, “well, a bunch of not-so-friendly thugs were waiting to ambush you and blow up your apartment. If that doesn’t qualify as trouble, I don’t know what does.

She had a hand on his belt, ready to show him exactly what she had in mind for the night, when he lowered to his knees between her legs, his hands spanning her ribs. Nervousness...

Do not tell me what I think you’re going to or I swear to God, I’m going to fly to Brazil and go all black ops on this guy for cheating on you.

They were opposite in so many ways, but it was the kind of difference that was balancing-her softness with his steel, his instinct and her logic. He was teaching her by example to have courage...

And if we don’t keep moving, we won’t make it to a computer in time to stop the submarine sale because we’ll have to spend a second night in the jungle, surrounded by friggin’ pit...

Which is your bad shoulder?”His brows knit together. “The left,” he said carefully.She slugged him in the right.He staggered. Steadied himself. Grinned. “Is that like some weird Wyoming mating ritual thing I should know about?””Damn...

She touched him everywhere she could reach. The rounded hardness of his biceps and chest, the ripped contours of his back, his thick, damp hair, until touching with his hands wasn’t enough.