“And what makes you think you’ll have that right?”
“Because I love you, dammit. And that’s that.”
There was a second of stunned silence, then she giggled. His eyes narrowed.
“I love you, too.”
He straightened away from her, said something under his breath about pain-in-the-ass women, then grabbed her hand and pulled her behind him.
“Hunter!”
He entered her bedroom. He picked her up and tossed her onto the bed, and before she could respond, he was covering her body with his.
She was going to argue with his tactics, when he took her mouth in a bruising, mind-spinning, luscious kiss. By the time he pulled away, both of them were breathing heavily.
“Now, Mila. Let’s get some things straight. You do a job, I go with you. Not Robbie.”
“I’m not sure.” And before she could stop it, another dash of tears blurred her vision. “You have to promise not to hurt me again. Because I thought I was going to die when you left.”
As one tear rolled down her cheek, he bent his head and licked it. “Oh, love, you were right. I couldn’t handle seeing you in pain. I wanted you safe. I thought if I left, if I disappeared, it would be easier. But it wasn’t. I couldn’t drink you away. Haven’t had a decent night’s sleep in two months.”
She smiled. “Good. I hate to think I’ve been suffering alone.”
He returned her smiled. “I love you, Mila.”
“I love you, too, Hunter. Even if you are a jackass.”
He chuckled. “Now, how about I make that up to you?” he asked as he started sliding down her body, undoing clothing as he went. His lips moved over her skin, her body responded -- pleasure winding through her, heating her blood. Love and lust entwined and warmed her soul as she felt his teeth nip at her inner thigh. “I think you deserve to be treated very well.”
As he pressed his mouth against her sex, she sighed and said, “You do have a certain way about you.”
Melissa Schroeder
Born to an Air Force family at an Army hospital, Melissa has always been a little screwy. She was further warped by her years of watching Monty Python movies and her strange family.
From the time she read To Kill a Mockingbird in the seventh grade, she dreamed of being a writer. After years of struggling, trying to write short stories filled with angst, she finally listened to her college writing instructor, and allowed her natural comedic voice to shine through. She counts Jayne Ann Krentz, Jenny Crusie, Stephanie Laurens, Julia Quinn, and Lori Foster as influences in her writing.
She is a military wife and mother to two military brats and an adopted dog daughter, and lives wherever the military sticks them. Which, she is sure, will involve heat and bugs only seen on the Animal Discovery Channel. In her spare time, she reads, cooks, reads, travels, reads some more, and dreams of living somewhere the bugs die in the winter.
She LOVES hearing from her readers. Visit Melissa on the Internet at http://www.authormelissaschroeder.com.
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