She nodded, then shook her head, as if she couldn’t decide. She jerked her head out of his hold, sweeping her surroundings. Her body language was tense. Jed looked around too. Nothing.
CHANNEL THREE. ZOOMin.
That was her! He was sure of it. Tall. Long brown hair. Pretty eyes. She was quite an attractive woman, which was surprising. He’d thought she’d look like some big biker chick, considering that she could climb ropes and wrestle with those fucking special ops trainers. Those assholes were mean fighters.
So his image of her was totally one-eighty. She looked a lot softer from this distance. He gazed at her body appreciatively. And nice curves. He ignored the man by her side as he reached out with his senses. No thoughts of Macedonia. No plans. He took one step closer to her, mentally opening all his channels, and almost moaned out loud.
Holy shit. His dick instantly went hard, stopping him in his tracks. Holy. Shit. She was emanating sexual energy like he’d never felt before. That was her, all right, withhiscache and what was more, she had been sexing it up with that man beside her. Even from here, hecould feel the combined sexual energy between them, waiting, waiting for him to taste, to bathe in.
Erotic need blanketed his mind as he probed the energy field. This was a first for him, to actually feel so much from this far away. Usually, he just “saw” the energy and had learned to recognize certain types as sexual afterglow.
His own need rose hungrily, eagerly. She had had plenty of sex recently. Her energy was heavy with desire, as if she was still in a sexual state. Those two must have just had it in this hallway and he’d missed it, dammit. He would have loved to have been there, watching them. No matter, soon he would get her memories and watch those moments for himself.
A mental picture of her on her knees slammed into his senses. He felt his erection stretched so painfully, he couldn’t think at all. This was going to be so good.
He had to have it all. Had to take what was his back and more. Her energy was delicious, so strong that he just wanted to stand there and jack off.
“Agent Five-One? Details.”
He cursed silently, trying to concentrate. “Yeah, hang on. I see the target. I have to get closer, though, to sense.”
“Go ahead.”
Like he fucking needed permission. He took another step closer, uncaring, releasing all his channels.Record. Record it all.There was white noise interrupting him. He turned and looked to his right. Some guy in black walking quickly toward him. If he turned the corner, he would see the couple. He didn’t sense anything unusual about him. No thoughts of Macedonia...something urgent, though. What the fuck was this white noise? He couldn’t filter the thoughts from the noise.
No time. His woman was walking down the hallway toward him, a frown on her face. Could she feel his presence? Of course not. No, no, she was listening to the other man’s footsteps and telling her companion that someone was coming.
He mentally shrugged. Who cared what they were up to? He was going to drop in on her aura and wrap her energy around him and happily feed. She owed him.
“I’m almost there,” he told his monitor, trying to curb the excitement in his voice. “Wait while I search for information.”
“Affirmative, Five-One.”
He smiled. Hello, supersoldier-spy. So what sexy thing have you been up to with your boyfriend lately? I want it all, bitch.
He started toward her.Record. Full speed.
“WHAT’S WRONG?” JEDasked again. Something was bothering her and it wasn’t just her sensitized state.
“Danger,” she whispered. She gripped his upper arm. “Can’t explain it. I just sense this feeling.”
“Now?” Jed asked, looking around again.
“Suddenly. I get this warning...it’s...”
She raked her hair restlessly. She started walking, heading toward where the corridor split to the left and right. Jed reached out, wanting to tell her to stay back behind him. She put up her hand to signal stop, her head cocked, listening.
Footsteps approached. He was about to step in front of Helen when Armando appeared in their left corridor, with his boots clicking noisily. He was in a hurry, as if he was late for something. His eyes widened at the sight of them.
“Timing is very important in an illusion,” he said, his strides gathering speed as he broke into a run toward them.
Before Jed could say anything to stop him, Armando crashed into Helen, bringing her down. As one part of his mind registered that Helen didn’t attempt to avoid Armando at all, falling onto the carpeted floor without a fight or a gasp, another part, trained from years of instinctive reaction, instantly pushed his own body forward into a defensive stance, to face whatever it was that prompted one of his team to rush them like that.
A few seconds went by. Not a sound. Nothing came from around either corner. From behind him, he sensed Armando and Helen moving on the floor, getting up.
“What were you running from, Armando?” Jed asked, still looking at the empty corridor ahead.
WHAT THE FUCK? THATman in black was running. The stupid Asian was going to run through him while he had all his channels on record! All that white noise! Oh fuck!
