by Dana Marton
He pulled back. “Are you cold?”
Well, now she really was, since he took away his heat. But she shook her head. She didn’t want him to stop. He hadn’t…
“Hang on.” He picked her up again and dashed across the deck, back into the house with her. Into the downstairs bathroom, into the shower, which he turned on before stepping under the warm water with her. “Better?”
She wasn’t sure. Shower sex!
Not that she was completely against it, but shouldn’t their first time be something more reserved? Didn’t people save shower sex for later, when they were more comfortable with each other?
She didn’t get to ask those questions, because Walker set her on her feet, turned her around, and spread her legs with his knee. His palms came around to massage her breasts while his erection nudged her opening, then reclaimed its earlier spot inside her.
She melted against the shower wall.
Water sluiced down her face. Too much, really. She made a choking sound, which he must have misinterpreted, because he asked, “You like that?” in a tone that said he was mighty proud of himself.
Okay. She was seriously loosening up here, but relationships had to be built on truth. “Feels like I’m being waterboarded.”
“Sorry.” He laughed and turned her, repositioned her. “Better?”
Her legs were once again wrapped around his waist, her back against the tile. And suddenly it was not just better, but perfect. She hung on to him as her body contracted around him all over again. Wow.
One more thrust, and he followed her over, a deep groan reverberating in his chest.
They were both breathing hard as warm water washed over them.
Beyond her body flying apart for the second time in ten minutes, she felt as if her brain had just exploded. How was this even possible?
She felt as if every spreadsheet in her head had just been set on fire.
He kissed her. “Marry me.”
She stared at him, overwhelmed. “What if we just—”
“It’s a yes-or-no question. Marry me. I don’t just want to date. I don’t just want to live together.”
She brushed wet hair out of her face. “Now you start thinking in black-and-white?”
“It’s a black-and-white issue. I want you to be my wife. No gray areas.”
“And if I’m not ready?”
She couldn’t believe she was arguing him while she still had her legs around his waist, while he was still inside her.
He looked like he couldn’t believe it either. “I’m willing to do whatever it takes. Up to and including kidnapping. I’ll run off with you to the jungle. Your future will include loincloths and swinging from lianas.”
“Are we really back to Tarzan and Jane?”
“Damn right. I’m going to find a monkey and train him to be our butler.”
“That’s completely against animal rights,” she said, dazed. Then felt bereft when he slipped out of her and set her on her feet.
He held her gaze. “I’m willing to hold you hostage for as long as it takes for you to admit that I’m the only one for you.”
She snorted. “Do you know what kind of workload my department deals with? I can’t in good conscience add another disappeared person case to the list.”
His lips broke into a wide grin. “Does that mean you’ll marry me?”
“To keep you out of prison. Consider it a humanitarian mission.”
“You’re a saint.”
“And don’t you forget it.”
He turned off the water and wrapped her in a large towel, then took care of the condom and wrapped a towel around his own waist. He lifted her into his arms. “Let’s go to bed.”
She leaned her head on his wide shoulder, dazed. Flash fire. The right mix of combustible materials. This is what it feels like, she thought. She felt scorched by him.
She kissed the strong line of his jaw. Lingered.
He groaned and said, “We have to be good until morning now, or the general will hear.”
She hated the idea of being “good” with Walker. Before she could tell him that, he stepped out of the bathroom with her. Froze.
Grandma Lucy was standing in front of the fridge, the open fridge door the only thing between them.
“There’s a pool table in the basement,” she said without closing the door, without looking at them.
Clara was so used to strange comments from her, a moment passed before she realized what her grandmother was trying to say. As Walker headed for the basement door, Clara buried her face into his neck and half groaned, half laughed.
“What?” he asked once the door was closed behind them and he was heading down the stairs with her.
“I think I just figured out how Antonio broke his hip,” she said, then told him the whole story.
Walker looked impressed. “Fifty years from now, when we’re in a retirement home together, there’ll be no pool table safe from us,” he promised.
And then he gave her a preview of upcoming attractions.
-THE END-
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Ian Slaney doesn't mind breaking the rules, but never his own.
Rule #1: You don't seduce the woman you protect.
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Table of Contents
FLASH FIRE
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
