Betrayed (Hostage Rescue Team Series Book 9) Read Online Free PDF

him over the edge. He plunged over it with a loud groan, his body shuddering with every wrenching pulse as the orgasm slammed into him.
    When it finally faded he eased down to cover her, his face resting in the hollow of her throat. But the best part was the way she held him close, her arms and legs wrapped around him, one hand stroking the back of his hair.
    Matt pressed closer and squeezed his eyes shut, breathing in her scent. The frantic edge was gone, leaving only a stark bleakness behind. He couldn’t protect her this time. Couldn’t be there to keep her safe, and it was tearing him up.
    “I love you,” she murmured.
    Pushing out a sigh, he raised his head and stared down at her. Her dark eyes were solemn, full of resignation. “I love you too.” More than anything.
    And because of that, it didn’t matter what he felt or what he wanted. He had no choice but to accept her decision to go through with this. Accept that her job and career required her to take risks he couldn’t protect her from.
    Even if he fucking hated it.
    Forcing that thought aside, he lowered his head to kiss her tenderly, his lips lingering on hers. He didn’t know how to shelve the worry and his protectiveness when it came to her work, but he had to find a way. If they were going to stay together and make this work, then he couldn’t ask her not to go on ops. God knew relationships were hard enough, but their jobs made it a hundred times more difficult and he couldn’t let his fears tear them apart.
    “I do trust you out there,” he murmured against her mouth. “And fuck, I’m sorry I…” He pressed his face against her hair, took a deep breath, pulling in her enticing scent. “I know you’d never ask me not to be who I am. I shouldn’t have done it to you.”
    “You’re right, on both counts,” she answered, her voice drowsy with satisfaction. Her fingers kneaded the tense muscles at the nape of his neck. “So let’s put that behind us and move on now, okay?”
    He nodded against her hair, glad that she wasn’t still angry and that she’d forgiven him. God he wished he could go with her now though, be there to help and guard her until this was over.
    But that was impossible. He was commander for both HRT teams, and they’d all been damn busy lately. The way the world was going, they’d be busy for the foreseeable future.
    “How long do we have left?” he murmured a few minutes later.
    She glanced over at the clock on the nightstand, then back at him. “Not long.” He heard the regret in her voice, knew she hated the thought of leaving him too. That soothed the rawness inside him a little, but not much.
    He slid his fingers into her hair, stroked his thumbs over her cheekbones. She was so beautiful and strong. This woman was his whole world. “Then let’s not waste any of it,” he murmured, and covered her mouth with his again.

 
     
     

Chapter Three
     
     
    The target still hadn’t come out of the hotel yet and Georgia was starting to get antsy.
    She’d been waiting here, stretched out across the back seat of the stolen car and hidden from view, for nearly two hours now. Staying put much longer wasn’t possible. And that wasn’t her only problem at the moment.
    Something was wrong with her.
    She’d first noticed the nausea about an hour ago but it was progressively getting worse, along with the other symptoms. She was wearing a heavy coat and huddled under a thick blanket to hide her and her weapon from anyone walking past, and yet she was freezing. It seemed she grew colder with each passing minute.
    Keeping watch on the front doors through her scope, she locked her jaw to keep her teeth from chattering as another wave of cold swept through her, wracking her body with shivers. She was getting worried. Her mouth and throat were dry and she was having dizzy spells. Her head pounded and her stomach churned.
    She tried to think what it might be. Food poisoning? Doubtful. All she’d eaten today was a protein