Tariq grunted irritably at the comment.

“What did you want me to do, Abram?” Tariq’s arms crossed over his chest as he tilted his head and stared back at him with cynical mockery. “She stands in the window and watches for you. She waits for you as a new wife awaits her husband. Would you have me attempt to seduce her when she clearly shows no interest?” He gave a bitter, hard laugh. “Do I appear the fool to you? There is no desire that comes from her until she sees you. Only then does she begin to burn.”

Abram’s teeth clenched. This wasn’t what he’d expected despite the ambivalent feelings he had toward Tariq seducing not just her body, but her heart as well.

“I haven’t exactly been standing outside the fortress twiddling my fingers,” Abram growled disparagingly.

“Why don’t I go ahead and find our contact tonight and you can seduce your woman,” Tariq suggested, distinctly annoyed. “Don’t make the mistake I see you walking into, my friend. Because she is not a woman that will forgive you for it.”

She was the type of woman whose memory of her kiss and of her touch would torment him for life.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Tariq,” Abram snarled.

A dark chuckle met his protest as Tariq stared back at him knowingly.

“Yes, you do know,” Tariq informed him. “You know you haven’t yet taken her because you fear when you do, she will become a part of your heart. Should that happen, then what defenses will you have if Azir and Jafar win in this game as Ayid and Aman always won in the others? Especially with Lessa. You are afraid you will not survive losing her.”

“We won’t be here long enough to allow that to happen,” Abram stated savagely. “And I haven’t taken her yet because I’ve wanted her to have the chance to acclimate to both of us. This isn’t a life she’s used to, nor is it one her innocence will have prepared her for.”

It was technically the truth, Abram told himself furiously.

“Do you really believe her feelings are transferrable?” Tariq grunted sarcastically. “She will accept me as a third, Abram, but this is all I will ever be to her. If you attempt to chance that, then you’ll lose her. And I don’t believe that’s really what you want.”

But was her heart, the knowledge, the acceptance of her feelings, something he could face?

Abram almost felt his hands shaking at the thought of it.

“Do you want a third, Abram, or do you want to be the third?”

Abram narrowed his eyes, restrained his anger.

The question had a surge of powerful, forceful adrenaline racing through him. Never in his life had he allowed himself to play the third. He wasn’t beginning now.

“I am no third,” he growled in a flash of dominance.

Tariq chuckled at the exclamation.

“Then you should seduce your love, Abram. Prepare her yourself for the third you have chosen. Otherwise you may find yourself missing the opportunity to create that bond that will secure her heart to yours, rather than leaving it drifting and wild and searching for a home.”

Secure her heart to his? Abram rubbed at the back of his neck, his teeth clenching at the thought of everything that could go wrong in his attempt to get them out of the fortress and to the extraction point on time.

The transport wouldn’t be able to wait on them for long. The terrorist activity in the area made the extraction itself highly dangerous.

“No risk, no gain, my friend.” Tariq grinned as Abram shot him a hard glance.

The risk was high enough to scare the shit out of him if he allowed himself to think about it.

“Are you two finished bonding in there yet?” Paige’s voice came through the connecting door. “Or do you need a few more minutes?”

Immediately arousal turned to full, flaming lust. It swept through his body like a tidal wave and sent fingers of electric energy sizzling through his brain.

Seduce his woman? God help him, he would be lucky if he found the control to undress first. How much easier it would be to push the thobe to her waist, his trousers below his hips, and take her with all the impatience and driving need torturing him.

He’d stayed away from her for three days, he’d fought like hell to find the CIA asset able to locate and set up the extraction team. He had to get her the hell out of Saudi Arabia.

“See if you can find our contact tonight then,” he ordered. “I want extraction ASAP, Tariq. If I have to wait much longer, I’m contacting Khalid. Tell our mutual friends who pass along information that in twelve hours I contact the desert lion.”

Khalid’s nickname among the tribes in the outlying desert areas was cemented. He was known as a savage enemy, a fierce ally.

Tariq nodded sharply, his expression stilling, all frustration, arousal, or any hint of anger smoothing away.

“While you’re out, check the tunnel exit as well and ensure no one has found the cavern that leads to it. If Azir and Jafar are still searching for it, then they may get lucky. If they do, then we’re all screwed.”

Abram watched as the door at the other end of the room swung open to reveal Paige.

Her expression was coolly polite, her emerald gaze straightforward and revealing little of her emotions.

“Do you think you two boys could play together later?” she asked as she propped her hand on her hip and leaned against the door frame.

Abram’s gaze narrowed on her slowly. She knew how such a display of dominance toward him would affect him.

His dick, already iron hard and fully engorged seemed to swell further and harden painfully.

He’d stayed away from her as much as possible. Now, there would be no saving either of them from the hunger raging through him.

“Of course we can, precious,” he all but crooned as his gaze drifted over the thobe and he imagined the sweet perfection of her body underneath. “If you’re offering to play in other ways, then I am of course available.”

Her nostrils flared in irritation. “Well of course you’d be available for your idea of fun,” she scoffed. If he wasn’t mistaken there may have been a flash of hurt in her eyes.

“Tonight, precious, I am at your disposal however you may wish me.” He held his arms out at his side, a part of him cringing that she should be hurt by anything after what she had already suffered. She had suffered because he had been unable to rein in his interest in her enough to at least keep her safe.

Turning, he nodded to Tariq to begin the job he’d given him before moving for the entrance to the other room and the woman that haunted his thoughts and his desires.

As he escorted her back into his suite he was aware of Tariq closing the door between them and allowing them privacy as he prepared to leave.

“Now, what activities would please you within the confines of what I can provide you?”

How he wished they were in the U.S. rather than here. She could dress in the sexy, flirty clothes he had seen her in before and he could take her to her favorite restaurant or perhaps a starlit dinner on one of the exclusive dinner yachts.

He could take her dancing or they could attend a play.

“Within the confines of what you can provide.” She shook her head at the addendum. “Which isn’t much, is it?”

Her back was to him, hiding her expression, but the pensive regret in her tone was unmistakable.

“It isn’t much,” he agreed. “But hopefully, this will be over soon. We’ll go out then, Paige. I’ll take you to a place where everyone will see the beauty that’s on my arm.”

A few more days at most. As soon as he or Tariq could locate the CIA asset they worked with in the area.

“Tariq told you Chalah was here today?” She turned as she reached the fireplace.

“Yes, he told me,” he muttered in disgust. “I’ll have to send him to talk to her i she doesn’t leave soon. She needs to get the hell out of here while she still can.”

“I almost betrayed us all, Abram,” she whispered, her expression reflecting the fear he knew was brewing inside her.