Page 26 of The Hero She Loves

Jenna.

He could still taste her, still feel her. She’d been in his dreams all night.

He groaned. He didn’t want an attraction like this. He didn’t want to feel so damn much. He didn’t want a woman, especially not one who understood him, who saw right through him.

Park didn’t want anyone seeing his demons.

All his Ghost Ops buddies had fallen in love and married. Hell, even grumpy Shep had taken the fall. Park didn’t need it, didn’t want it. He just wanted to be left alone.

In his head, he pictured Jenna in the bar. That beaming smile, her cleavage and toned arms on display.

But it wasn’t just her looks. She was smart as hell, tough, tenacious.

He slid his hand down his body and circled his cock. Just thinking about her made him hard.

“Fuck.” His voice echoed off the tiles. He stroked and imagined that kiss in the conference room. Jenna ran hot. She had passion under all the rules and competence.

She wouldn’t be a quiet, passive lover. No, she’d give as good as she got.

He stroked faster. He imagined her there, her hands on him, her mouth on him. He imagined her dropping to her knees in front of him…

He came.Hard.

Park groaned through the rush of pleasure, his release splattering on the tiles before it was quickly washed away. He slapped a hand to the wall and sucked in air.

The last waves of pleasure rippled through him.

“Shit.” He wasn’t supposed to be jerking off thinking about her.

He flicked the water to cold and made himself stay under the spray. Finally, he turned the water off, got out, and dried off. He forced his brain to move on autopilot and not think about anything. He changed the bandage on his cut. Jenna had done a good job on it.Jenna.

Locking down his thoughts, he ate some toast and drank some coffee standing up in his kitchen, then he left a plate out for Red. He stood out on the deck, searching the trees. There was no sign of the squirrel.

“I might be gone for a few days.”

Hell, he was talking to a squirrel. With a shake of his head, he went back inside and locked up the cabin. Then he was climbing into his truck. He turned the radio on and aimed for Fairbanks.

When he pulled into the Frontier Inn, he was ready. Focused.

He wanted Olson behind bars. Then, Jenna Sheridan would go home. Park’s hand flexed. Lifting his chin, he walked into the hotel.

Unsurprisingly, Jenna was already at the conference table, poring over some files.

“Morning,” he said.

She looked up and sent him a distracted smile. “Hey. I hope you slept well and are ready for a big day.”

He gave her a chin lift. “Yeah.”

She tapped the map on the table. “We have the search quadrants planned out around the Drifter Lake area. We’ll head out in pairs and check in regularly.” She paused. “You’re with me, and we’re heading to the Drifter Lake Lodge, posing as guests.”

Park nodded.Great, he’d be alone with Jenna.

“Good morning.” Owen hustled in, holding three takeout coffee cups. “I finally found a place that makes a decent mocha.”

He set a cup in front of Jenna. “Cappuccino, extra shot.”

“I knew there was a reason I kept you around.”