blueberry muffin and the itinerary, and made her way over to the bed.
She sat down and offered him the cup and the muffin. He sat up and accepted the coffee, taking a sip. “Anything else come with this muffin?” His gray eyes twinkled.
She leaned down and smiled. “Tons of calories, but-” she patted his flat, washboard abs “-I think you can handle it.”
He chuckled and bit off a chunk. “What else have you got there?”
“I’ve been busy,” she said. “While you were sleeping, I set up buys in Rome and London with a couple of my contacts.”
“Who?”
“Alberto Bianchi and Reggie Smythe.”
“Bianchi I’ve heard of, but Smythe…can’t place him.”
“Well, your reputation precedes you. I got the full order except for the surface-to-air missiles and the planes. I’m still working on those.”
“Your contacts couldn’t supply them, Gina?”
“Alberto and Reggie can’t handle more than that. But it’s a good start. We’re better off than we were yesterday, and I haven’t even scratched the surface of my contacts.”
He nodded. “Okay, I trust you on this.”
She knew he did, and those words cut into her deeper than any words from a man she intended to arrest ever could. He trusted her, much to his folly. She had him hooked, and she’d reel him in and then she would…walk away and prepare for the next mission.
That was her reality, not this sunlit room, in this gorgeous house nestled in the breathtaking landscape of Southern California, with this enticing, drop-dead-dangerous man.
But she never missed a beat or dropped out of her Gina cover. She played her part to the fullest extent. “Good, because Reggie and Alberto will deliver what they promised. If they don’t, I’ll make them sorry, and I won’t need any help to do so.”
Jammer took another sip of his coffee and polished off the muffin. “I’ll help anyway.”
A shiver ran down her spine at the menacing tone in his voice.
He rose and set the cup on the nightstand, disappearing into the bathroom. While he showered, Callie stepped out on the balcony and updated Gillian on her progress.
She ended the call just as Jammer exited the bathroom. He climbed into a pair of black boxer briefs and blue jeans.
“This gunrunner in London. Does he have blond hair and a Cockney accent?”
“Yes. I thought you didn’t know him?”
“I don’t, just heard about him.”
He picked up the towel he’d dropped and vigorously rubbed his dark hair, leaving it in wet, tangled spikes.
“And?” she asked.
“Nothing bad that I remember. I just heard he has a thing for you.”
“All men have a thing for me. I know how to handle those ‘things’ with a quick jab of my knee.”
He laughed out loud. “Good. Then I won’t have to kill him.”
She eyed Jammer, trying to gauge whether he was serious or not. What she saw in his eyes sent another, more powerful shiver down her spine.
“Now, there’s no need for jealousy or violence. That’s never been a smart combination. I’m only interested in you, baby.” She felt the truth of her words resonate against her heartstrings. Her hands itched to touch him.
“I still don’t like it,” he said, giving the full effect of a lethal Jammer.
“Awww, come on, sweetie. You’re not going to make me regret getting you a firearm in London now, are you? The Brits don’t really appreciate us crazy Americans acting like we’re in the Wild West.” She pouted and then smiled as that look faded from his eyes. And the urge to touch him ratcheted up a notch.
“Don’t worry. You can be sure I’ll be locked and loaded.”
“Judging from my keen observation, baby, you don’t need a gun for that.”
Her gaze slid over him. The reality was far better than any fantasy she’d worked up during the few weeks they’d been separated. His heavy muscles stood out in stark relief as he picked up his cup and sipped his coffee, his eyes on her-not her body or anything else, but her face. It was intense; she felt it down to her bones. Her gaze slipped to his jeans. The top button was open. She wanted to peel those off and have her way with him. As if reading her mind, his mouth curved.
She reached out and smoothed her hands over his chest. “I’m really hating the airlines right now.”
Jammer set the cup down. “I take it we don’t have time because we’ve got a flight to catch?”
Her palms, hot from the warmth of his skin, tingled. The chemistry between them could cause a small fire- spontaneous combustion.
He bent down and she covered his mouth with a quick movement of her hand.
“Get packed,” she told him, recognizing the look in his eyes. “Guns, deals.”
“You’re all business, aren’t you?”
Smiling widely, she moved off the bed and squatted to grab her suitcase. “Get dressed, Jammer. Before I lose my business sense and peel you out of those jeans.”
But she didn’t get far. His warm hand slipped around her wrist and she found herself jerked up against him. His eyes locked to hers like a loaded gun. The experience of a fully aroused Jammer who wanted what he wanted was seductive, intimate and wholly unnerving.
“Jammer, the flight…”
Most of the time, she thought she had the tiger tamed, but at moments like this, when he exerted his formidable presence, Callie found that the taming was a complete and total illusion. What shocked her about him constantly was his ability to make her melt, when she knew in her brain that she shouldn’t be doing anything of the sort. From the instant she’d met him, she’d lost that cool, controlled persona that had protected her from situations exactly like this.
She was playing a dangerous game, but she just couldn’t seem to help herself. He made everything inside her come alive every second she was with him.
His mouth curved. “Who gives a fuck about the flight?”
Drawing a deep, measured breath to steady herself, she tilted her chin up and tried again. “We do. Remember Fuentes.”
“That bastard can go to hell,” he said. His tone dismissed the drug lord as if he was totally inconsequential. “Usually I prefer to take my time with you, Gina. Slow, long strokes that make you want to go crazy. But fast works for me, too.”
He held her gaze, his eyes dark and intense, mesmerizing. “You’re killing me with that outfit, and you expect me to keep my hands off you. You don’t want me to, do you?”
Her breath hitched and she ran out of air, just like that. Her breasts pressed firmly to him, tingling from the provocative heat of his rock-solid chest. Her pulse tripped all over itself, and anticipation coiled tight and low in her belly.
“I want to suck your nipples right through that pure white mesh. Take those hard, hot peaks, the color of cherries, into my mouth and taste you.”
“You are such a seductive bastard, but we don’t have time…”
He leaned in, the clean, sharp smell of him making her lose her train of thought for a moment. Then it was totally lost when he said, “I bet you’re hot and deliciously wet right now. I bet my cock would glide in like greased lightning.”
She groaned and that was the end of his restraint. His mouth was scorching and demanding from the instant he assaulted hers, as if he was unleashing all the passion and hunger that he just couldn’t contain. It spilled over in his almost savage kiss. He kissed her deeply, his mouth pressing harder until she tasted blood, and she wasn’t sure if it was his or hers.
His hand fisted in her hair at her nape, while the other stroked down her spine and cupped her bottom and squeezed. Next thing she knew, she was flat on her back on the bed. Her senses reeled as he loomed over her, looking tough and sexy. She could feel the explosive energy coiling tighter and tighter inside his strong body.
His hands went to the thin straps of her top and dragged them down her arms until they caught in the crooks of
