The Program: an organization of elite soldiers with superior strength, agility, and intellect. These men put their lives on the line to execute the government’s most dangerous missions.
Journalist Loren Stanton wants nothing more than to break a big story that will catapult her career. But the only item that’s caught her eye lately is Adam Blacker, a soldier whose rugged sexiness sets her pulse racing. When rumors surface that he’s part of a classified government program, Loren has every excuse she needs to get as close to him as possible, no matter what it takes.
As team leader of a covert ops group, Adam steers clear of all journalists, but there’s no denying the blazing passion Loren stirs in him. A scorching night together convinces him their connection is more than skin-deep, still, he’s not ready to let down his guard—his genetic enhancements make him an exceptional soldier, but what woman would want to commit to his high-risk life?
When a dangerous enemy from Adam’s past resurfaces and Loren insists on joining the fight rather than running, he’s forced to face a dark truth. This courageous, loyal woman moves him in ways he never imagined possible. And now that Adam knows she has his back, he also knows that he has to win
A festival of men greeted her. Around a dozen sweaty, hard bodies stood at different machines and free weight stations. One hard body caught her attention like a magnet. Adam faced a mirror with his back to her, a large weight in each hand. His biceps and pecs rippled with each curl and lift. Sweat gleamed on his back. Her heart raced at the sight of his body and arousal shot through her, landing dead center at the junction of her thighs.
She gripped the doorframe, her fingernails marking the wood. Adam’s attention suddenly turned from his own reflection and caught her stare. Their gazes locked and crashed in an exchange so heated she was surprised the mirror didn’t shatter.
She wanted to lick him, run her tongue along the grooves of his abdominal muscles. She’d walk over to him, pull her t-shirt over her head and press her bare breasts to his glistening back, then run her hands around his front to rub his nipples. He’d turn in her embrace and bend his head…
“Sis!” Chase’s voice boomed over the music’s steady thump and knocked her out of her wicked fantasy. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Adam go back to his biceps curls, and she forced a smile on her face for her newfound brother.
“I couldn’t sleep,” she shouted. “I have too many questions.”
Chase opened his mouth to reply. Whatever he said was lost as Loren’s attention was caught by a clang of steel on steel. Adam had slammed down his weights and was making his way over toward her. As soon as he reached her, he tugged on her arm and turned toward the weight room exit. She whipped her head toward him with a nasty set down for manhandling her, but closed her mouth when she saw the look in his eyes. One glance and Loren knew her arousal was not the only one spiking. She allowed him to escort her from the room and they walked silently outside and down one of the long gravel paths. Finally, she broke the silence.
“I thought you were ignoring me.” She tossed off the flippant comment, but truth be told, it felt nice to walk alone in the sultry summer air with him. Maybe too nice.
“Honestly, I have no idea what the hell I’m doing. I can’t seem to help myself around you. I should be back in the weight room, but instead I’m out here. With you. Wanting to touch you so damn badly. Plus, why the hell are you parading around in a nightshirt with no pants on?”
She paused as his admission sank in and her arousal spiked even higher.
He frowned at the ground. “I need to cool down. Let’s go to the pool.”
“Okay,” she said, agreeing, though slightly annoyed by his behavior. He couldn’t seem to make up his mind. One minute he was foisting her off on Chase and the next he was physically demanding private time. What was his deal? He had the home court advantage growing up on this campus and knowing about the whole genetic match breeding thing. One would think he’d be pumped his turn had finally arrived. Instead his angst had her emotions bouncing like a yo-yo and she wanted to know why.
Though, to be fair, it wasn’t as if she was the picture of sanity when it came to him. Her body panted after his while her mind rationally knew she wasn’t ready to commit her life to a man she’d known less than forty-eight hours. And yet, she’d gone twenty-seven years without ever feeling this kind of connection with another human. That had to play a factor.
Shep had asked her to stay for two weeks. She could do that. Besides, they had a close connection to the kidnapping and she could use them as a source, something even Pulitzer Derrick couldn’t do. Speaking of…she had to call Derrick tomorrow and her boss to let them know she’d be using vacation days.