Jordan Summers - [Dead World 01] by Red (html) Page B

past the uniform. 
    Kane and Morgan Hunter didn't have that problem.   They
paid far too much attention. For a heart-beat, Red feared what Morgan might
see. Yet when he met her eyes again, his expression had changed.
    Until that moment. Red hadn't known that it was
possible to simultaneously convey resentment and sexual desire. She found the
ability disconcerting, especially since she had no doubt he'd done it on purpose.
    And that, more than anything, pissed her off. She
wouldn't allow him or anyone else to intimidate her. Red didn't scare easily.
He would find that out the hard way. She opened her mouth to tell him. but he
interrupted.
    "I haven't seen one of those talking navcoms in
years," he said.
    She bristled.
    "They don't make them like they used to. I wish I
would've hung onto mine," he said, taking the fight right out of her.
"We're here."
    Morgan opened the door and
waited for her to step inside, then led
her to his office. The show of man ners
reminded Red of her grandfather, despite the de cades' difference in
their ages.
    He signaled to a clerk and one of his deputies in the
other room, before pressing a button to shut the door. "Please take a seat, Miz Santiago." He drew out her
name, swirling it on his tongue like a sweet until she shivered in
response. "Can I get you some water?"
    "That would be great."
she said, sitting in the chair nearest
the desk so she could keep her back to the wall and her eyes on the door. An
old habit that had kept her alive on more than one occasion.
    Morgan's office was streamlined, much like the man.
There were no personal touches, only the bare minimum in the way of
furnishings. Whatever it took to function and nothing more. 
    White paint splashed the walls,
while gray trim out lined the window and
door frames. A row of vertical buttons lined one wall, making the room look as if it wore a shirt. Thin pad-less metal chairs banked a faux- wood desk, leaving little in the way of comfort. A couch that had seen better days was shoved in the
corner, almost as an afterthought. Either Morgan didn't
receive a lot of visitors or he didn't want any.
    Red decided it was the latter.
    He pressed a button on the wall and a refrigeration
unit popped
open with a hiss. Morgan reached inside and grabbed two waters, then held them out.
Their fingers brushed as he handed her a canteen. Red's hand shook and she
almost dropped the water as tingles from the innocent caress shot along her arm.   
    Red looked from her hand to his face, then pulled
away. It had been a long time since she'd felt more than basic physical
satisfaction from a man's touch. The fact that Morgan's innocent caress managed to affect her left her on
edge.
    "Thanks." She nodded, before taking a huge
unladylike gulp.
     
     
    Morgan watched Gina Santiago from beneath his lashes.   He
couldn't help but do so. She was stunning and unclaimed—a very rare
combination for a woman her age these days. One that made her more valuable than water in his
mind.
    His sex twitched at the thought of drinking her up.
    He'd thumbed through a file on her history before she'd come to the
dissecting lab. The document didn't compare to the woman. She'd pinned her ebony hair back in a severe ponytail and wore no
enhancement whatsoever, but those
things did little to diminish her impact.
    He inhaled again, unable to get enough of her ripe
scent. Although slightly different from anything he'd ever encountered, it
nonetheless drove him insane. The aroma filtered through his senses, encircling
his cock as surely as if she'd closed her tight fist around him.
    Her civilian clothing purposely resembled the uniform
the tactical team wore. The black fabric that was nearly painted on her
luscious curves left little to his already strained imagination. Her hard
nipples bore into her shirt, teasing his eyes and mouth. One taste would quench his curiosity, but would it
sate hishunger? His gaze
traveled leisurely down her long, slender legs, visually feasting