"Jeffrey Lord - Blade 17 - The Mountains of Brega" - читать интересную книгу автора (Lord Jeffery)

flat stomach, for Blade wore no undershirt.
IfElizabeth was doing this against her inclinations, she was not letting that stand in the way of doing it
well. Blade felt his breath beginning to come fast, and felt a familiar warm ache swelling in his groin. He
knew that if he looked down there would be another and more visible swelling in the front of his dark
blue pants.
Elizabethdid look down. The hand that had been stroking Blade's chest moved down to where her
eyes were aimed. The fingers stroked momentarily in this new place, then closed on Blade's zipper. A
sharp metallic zzzzt, and the same fingers were reaching in to close around Blade's swollen member.
They were just as skilled there as they had been higher up. In fact, they were almost unbearable
when they got inside Blade's shorts and began playing with his bare flesh. He had to bite back a gasp.
Then he managed to grate out:
"For God's sakeтАФyou're half-nakedтАФlet meтАФ" He was partly pretending to be half out of his mind
with desire, but only partly.
Elizabethunderstood and stepped away from him while he struggled out of his clothes. The sound of
ripping cloth told him of another shirt gone to hell, but he was long past caring. Kicking and hurling his
clothes wildly in all directions, in a few seconds he was wearing even less thanElizabeth .
Her eyes widened in unmistakable admiration at the sight of Blade's physique. It was an admiration
as genuine as Blade's own arousal, but Blade knew that nothing would keepElizabeth from carrying out
whatever job she had been givenтАФif any.
If any. Blade found himself hoping that the whole idea of an attempt against him was simply the result
of his own overworked imagination.Elizabeth promised a first-class tumble, and damn it, he didn't want
things complicated by anyone barging into the middle of it. He bloody well didn't!
He started to takeElizabeth in his arms again, but she pushed him away. Then she jerked the
nightdress over her head. Before she could raise her hands again, Blade's arms closed around her,
running down the satiny skin of her back to cup her full, round buttocks and pull her hard against him.
She swallowed and threw her head back as his lips dipped to caress her throat. Her long hair fell down
over her shoulders, whispering softly as their movements tossed it about. Blade felt his erection surge still
higher, pressing firmly against her.
Then the kitchen window shattered with a splintering crash of glass. The sound of a human voice
cursing in pain followed, then the thud of a body falling onto the kitchen floor.
Elizabethscreamed, in fright or perhaps in an effort to distract Blade. She tried to cling to Blade,
dragging his arms down. He could take no chances now. His knee came up sharply into her stomach. At
the same time he jerked both arms free and shoved hard.Elizabeth staggered back, half doubled over,
then sat down on the rug with a thump, holding her stomach. As she did so, two men came charging out
of the kitchen at a run.
Both wore workmen's clothes, but carried guns. Blade recognized the guns as Soviet-made dart
throwers. And both the gunmen moved with the assured competence of men as fully professional as
Blade himself.
Blade sidestepped the men so fast they had no chance to draw a bead on him. He darted across the
path of the left-hand man, then closed. The man dropped into fighting stance and tried to bring his gun
around. But he could not turn fast enough to match Blade's lightning reflexes. Blade's hands darted out
and clamped shut. The man spun around again, but this time he let out a scream as Blade twisted his arm
out of its socket. Then Blade's foot came up, smashing into the small of the man's back and sending him
flying across the room.
He did not hit his comrade, but he did make the other flinch back and lose the aim he was drawing
on Blade. Before the dart gun could swing to cover him and fire, Blade had closed with the second man.
The edge of his right hand came down like an executioner's axe, and the gun went flying. It landed within
easy reach ofElizabeth , but the man made the mistake of looking atElizabeth for a fraction of a second
too long. In that moment Blade leaped high in a karate spring-kick, driving his left foot into the man's
stomach. Like a cannonball the man flew backward to crash into the wall. And like a half-empty sack he