Fire and Ice, Novella Sequel to Trial by Fire

by Lee Taylor

  Annika stared at him, horrified. Oh God, no. Not that.

  Sam moved toward her and pulled her close.

  “Hey, don’t look like that, Princess. If anyone deserves to be a star, you do.”

  Annika blurted out her real fear.

  “But, what if the ATF folks see it and they are put off. They might think I’m trying to get attention, trying to use my looks… to get known, or… or something.”

  Sam shook his head.

  “You think too much, Annika. If the ATF higher-ups see the media coverage, they’ll see a hard charging investigator who not only can hold her own with the rabid press corps, but is beautiful to boot. Give yourself credit, Lieutenant. You’re a stunning woman. And you are a first rate cop. The fact that you are both is to your credit.” Sam looked her square in the eye. “Don’t run from it, Annika. Claim it.”

  ~~~

  At mid-afternoon, after a very profitable discussion with the savviest, shadiest accountants she’d ever met, Annika headed to the gym. She needed to run off her nervous energy on the treadmill. She’d thought about hitting the running trail, but didn’t want to be gone that long. The excited shouts from the gym drew her in.

  She’d heard the men raving about Sam and Nate’s skill in the MMA ring, but she’d never seen them fight. Joining the four-deep crowd encircling the ring, she watched in wonder, staring at the two striking men doing battle. They looked like warriors of old, or perhaps something out of an Avengers’ movie. She knew from her internet research that Sam had been a Special Forces MMA and CQC master trainer. And she’d heard that Nate was a Tae Kwon Do tenth degree black belt and Muay Thai instructor level fighter. Several rounds into the match, Annika knew she’d never seen martial arts at this level. Or seen two more skilled, more magnificent fighters. While Nate was clearly the stronger, more muscular of the two, Sam had him beat when it came to technique. Their rock hard bodies glistening with sweat were a sight to behold. They matched each other blow for blow, strike for strike, checking their actual hits—or they could have beaten each other to death. Instead they put on a show of unmatched fierce artistry. They both relied more on traditional martial arts, kicks, strikes and acrobatics, than they did on grappling or ground control. Except for the brutality of their athleticism, they could have been dancers in a powerful tableau created by a master choreographer. They took her breath away. When they raised their gloves signaling the end of the match, the crowd of appreciative cops and firefighters sent up a rousing cheer.

  Annika stepped back to allow the eager men and women who were crowding around Sam and Nate to close in. She watched Sam accept the effusive praise from onlookers with his usual quiet dignity while Nate high-fived everyone in sight, trading barbs and insults along with good humored ribbing. They were a glorious pair.

  As Annika pressed back against the wall not wanting to insert herself into the moment, Sam spotted her and his eyes lit up. He made his way through the throng of admirers to her side.

  “Hey, Lieutenant. I didn’t know you were here. If I’d known you were watching, I wouldn’t have gone so easy on the Big Guy.”

  Nate overheard and shouted across the room. “It’s a good thing, Lieutenant, that he didn’t see you. It might have blown his concentration and he’d have been even easier to take down.”

  Annika smiled at the chorus of boos and catcalls that greeted Nate’s taunt. Sam just shook his head and moved closer to her.

  “So, what did you think, Lieutenant? How’d I do?”

  Annika tried not to stammer. But standing inches away from the tall gorgeous man, his toned muscular body gleaming with sweat, made it hard to breathe. She swallowed hard and aimed for nonchalance.

  “What can I say that you don’t already know, Commander? You’re good.”

  He threw back his head and laughed, his eyes twinkling with unabashed delight. He raked his eyes over her, a knowing sweep of her body, and winked. “That I am, Annika. That I am.”

  His sexy voice and clear insinuation sent shivers of desire streaking over her heightened senses. God, if he came any closer or smelled any more masculine, or, God forbid, touched her, she’d melt in a puddle on the floor. She was saved from the indignity of declaring her infatuation to the world by two secretaries from the dispatch pool.

  The pretty dark-haired woman whose name was Carrie, injected herself between Annika and Sam. Her friend, a statuesque red-head the guys all called “Tiger” was close behind.

  Carrie sidled up to Sam and poked a bright red finger nail against his bare chest. Her voice was sultry and as sugary thick as syrup.

  “Sam, you promised me some time in the ring. How about now? I’ve been practicing that take down move you taught me. I think you’ll be impressed.”

  Not to be outdone, her stunning friend added, “How about taking us both on? It could be fun, or maybe we should all just meet later?”

  Sam frowned and shook his head.

  “No, sorry ladies. Not now.”

  He sought out Annika but she had backed away leaving the stage open for the adoring groupies circling him. He caught her gaze and called out, “Wait a minute, Lieutenant!”

  When she shook her head, his frown deepened. But Annika continued to make her way through the crowd. She rushed into the locker room and didn’t look back. She didn’t want to admit it but she couldn’t bear the sight of Sam surrounded by adoring women. When she came out ten minutes later, he was waiting for her. Wearing sweat pants hanging low on his hips and naked from the waist up, he was still damp from the shower. She would have brushed by but he caught her arm and pulled her up next to him.

  “Annika, you misunderstood. I barely know those women. It was nothing.”

  She tried to break his hold, but his grip was firm. She tossed her head in haughty agreement. “Of course, it was nothing. Nothing for you, Sam. You don’t have to do anything, do you? It’s like bees to honey. You attract them just by… being you.”

  Annika was horrified at the words that came unchecked out of her mouth. Sam looked startled then a slight smile crept across his face. He leaned in closer.

  “Hmm, Lieutenant, is that a flash of jealousy I hear? Worried about the competition?”

  From across the room, she heard Pete call out to her.

  “There you are, Lieutenant. Connor’s looking for you. Some of the lab results you were waiting for are back.”

  She jerked away from Sam, her anger flashing to the surface. Throwing him a disparaging glare, she snapped, “Don’t let me keep you from your fans, Commander.”

  As she fled from the gym she heard his low chuckle and didn’t have to look back to see the grin on his face.

  Chapter 12

  Annika took a sip of wine and peered out into the dark starry night. The crescent moon shed just enough light to cast deep shadows on her second floor patio. Like every bachelor pad worth its sleazy reputation, Nate had graced his former apartment with a generous hot tub on the outside balcony. Annika grimaced. No telling how many eager women had splashed in these tantalizing bubbles. Tonight her aching body cried out for the healing waters. It had been a long day filled with troubling—and exciting—memories. Not the least of which was the vision of Sam’s glorious body gleaming with sweat when he’d bounded out of the MMA ring toward her.

  The rush of emotion the memory sparked crashed when she thought about her idiotic response to the women in the gym who swarmed him. Good God. Why not just act like a jealous teenybopper? How embarrassing could she be? Sam’s grin had said it all. Damn. He probably loved it. Didn’t all guys like ‘girls’ fighting over them? But, for God’s sake, she wasn’t fifteen years old, she was twenty-eight. And he wasn’t the first man in her life. She’d had others. She shook her head and snorted at the trivial comparison. Yes, she may have had a couple of other ‘lovers,’ if you applied the term loosely. But she had never had anyone like Sam in her life. Not even close.

  Annika took a deep swallow of the smoky Cabernet. Maybe getting a little tipsy and so
aking in the hot tub would help to stifle the humiliating memory. The balcony patio faced away from street, looking instead to the deep woods, and providing privacy to whatever naughtiness she could dream up. Basking in the buzz from the wine, she began a slow strip tease. Nothing like stripping for herself, to underscore how ridiculously alone she was. But she could pretend, couldn’t she?

  ~~~

  Sam tried the door and smiled when it opened without resistance. As a cop he was annoyed that she hadn’t locked the door. As a man, he was gratified. He moved silently through the darkened apartment to the open patio door. It took an effort to quiet his breath at the glorious sight before him. The shimmering light from the moon lit the hills and valleys of her lithe frame. Like the voyeur that he was, hidden by the shadows, he reveled in her unconsciously provocative striptease. Her back to him, she slowly pulled her t-shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor. Tugging at the buttons on her skimpy shorts, she unbuttoned them one button at a time and slid them down over her slender mile-long legs. Bending over she daintily stepped out of the pants and kicked them over next to her abandoned top.

  Sam sucked in a quiet breath gratified that his aroused dick couldn’t speak. If it could, it would be crowing with excitement. She stood in the moonlight, her back to him. The lacy straps of her bra and the slender thread of her thong riding between her ass cheeks were her only clothing. She stood for a moment then took a hearty swallow, emptying her wine glass. He held his breath when she reached back to unsnap the closure on her bra and slipped it off. Hidden from his eyes, she reached up and lifted her breasts in her hands, an offering to the cool night. He took an unconscious step forward, his fists clenched at his sides. Only the need to see her naked kept him from revealing his presence. He was glad he waited. With a delicate tug, she eased the lacy thong over her hips. Rather than tossing it to the floor, she stepped out of it and laid it on the table.

  She stood for a moment gloriously naked, a silvery moonlit Aphrodite. Stretching her arms high above her head, she swayed from side to side, then folded over to touch her toes. The movements were feline, graceful, dancer-like. They reminded him of his first imaginary image of her flitting across a snow covered stage, a beautiful Ice Princess. Tonight as she stepped into the frothing bubbles in the hot tub, she was anything but icy cold.

  He leaned against the doorframe watching her sink slowly into the churning water. Her heartfelt sigh and slight curve of her lips spoke to the warm water capturing her body. She settled against the edge of the tub, her eyes closed, a fringe of dark lashes fanning her rosy cheeks.

  After a moment he regained enough breath to speak.

  “You’re beautiful.”

  She startled and squeezed her eyes shut more tightly. Her surprised gasp was her only sound.

  Answering her unasked question, he said, “Your door was unlocked.”

  When she didn’t reply, he walked over to the table and smiled when he saw two glasses by the wine bottle.

  “Were you expecting someone?”

  She shrugged and didn’t answer.

  “That’s dangerous, Annika. You never know who might come in.”

  Annika eased lower in the water, submerging her chest in the frothy bubbles.

  She quirked a saucy brow and looked up at him.

  “Not to worry. The person I’m waiting for probably has a few more outcalls to do before he makes his way over here.”

  Sam laughed. “Oh baby, you’re asking for it, aren’t you?”

  Striving to match his panache, she smiled and murmured, “Maybe, I am.”

  He poured them each a glass of wine and handed one to her. Raising his glass to her, his tone was serious.

  “To the only woman I intend to be with tonight—or any night.”

  She looked as surprised as he felt at the challenging words. He nodded to her, encouraging her to drink, and then took a large swallow from his glass. He picked up her lacy thong and held it to his nose, breathing in the heady fragrance. He smiled at her as he tucked the panties in his pocket.

  “You smell as enticing as I imagined. I’m dying to make love to you, Annika. I need you. And, dammit, I want you. Not to put too fine a point on it, if I don’t have you soon, I may never recover from this.” He gestured to his formidable arousal bulging against his trousers.

  Later, Annika wasn’t sure how she got from the hot tub to the bedroom. It was an erotic blur. She remembered he took her wine from her and held up the fluffy towel lying on the chair, urging her out of the tub. Wrapping the towel around her he scooped her up in his arms. He strode into the bedroom and deposited her on the edge of the huge four poster bed. The table lamp cast a soft glow across the room and lit his face. His obsidian eyes gleamed with passion, sending shards of energy through her body. She scrambled back across the bed, leaning up against the headboard, clutching the protective towel to cover her nakedness.

  Sam stepped up to the side of the bed. Unconsciously, she drew back. But the headboard stopped her retreat. He smiled as though her nervousness amused him. But it wasn’t funny. She needed him to slow down. Give her time to… to do what? Freeze up? Before she could warn him, he began unbuttoning his shirt.

  “What are you doing?” She shut her eyes, wishing she could take back her inane question.

  Sam chuckled.

  “You put on a provocative striptease for me. The least I can do is return the favor.”

  He finished unbuttoning his shirt one button at a time, then pulled it out of his pants and shrugged it off. In the dim light he towered over her, a lean powerful man, his arms and chest rippling with muscle. But what drew her attention tonight was the dusting of curly black hair on his chest that arrowed down across his eight pack belly to the top of his pants. The sight of that intimate crop of hair sent shockwaves to her stomach and below. He grinned at her, then unbuttoned the top two buttons on his jeans and left them open, revealing yet more of the springy curls. Bending over he toed off one boot, then the other. The sight of his bare feet and his jeans riding low on his hips was astonishingly erotic. Without seeing more, Annika knew he was naked under his jeans. Of course he would go commando. She tried to swallow, but a mix of desire and fear dried up her spit, making it impossible.

  Sam headed to the closet. He rummaged around the top shelves and gave a triumphant guffaw. He returned carrying a large box.

  “I knew I could count on Nate to leave some toys behind.”

  When she gasped, he laughed as he strode toward her.

  “Don’t worry, Annika. None of these have been used.”

  She sat up straight, horrified. “What are you talking about, Sam?”

  He stopped at edge of bed and set the box on the bedside stand. His eyes were dark, intense. They frightened her and God help her, excited her.

  “What… what are you going to do?”

  “I’m going to give you a little lesson in sensory overload. But it can only happen if you allow yourself to feel. We have to turn off that brain of yours, Annika. That pesky voice that is so sure that this isn’t something you can do. That you don’t want to do. But we both know that isn’t true, don’t we?”

  Annika struggled to speak. On one level she knew he was right. She did want him— desperately. But just the thought of actually making love scared her. She didn’t want to disappoint him.

  He put his fingers to his lips.

  “Shshh, Annika. Tell that trouble-making brain of yours to be quiet. I want you Annika, worse than I’ve ever wanted any woman. Let me show you how much I want you.”

  He unbuttoned his jeans and stripped them off. Annika couldn’t contain her shocked gasp. He stood before her, a proud male animal, his arousal jutting out powerfully in front of him. He was stunning. And frightening. Admittedly she didn’t have much experience with men—but she’d never seen a man who looked like Sam. It was some small condolence that neither had the people who invented the dildo that she’d used to bring herself to orgasm. Compared to Sam, her favorite dildo was a num
ber two pencil.

  She pressed her hand against her mouth, and bit down hard on her bottom lip, not sure how to respond. Of course what she came up with was as absurd as she’d feared, but the words were out before she could stop them.

  “I… umm. You’re bigger than my dildo. A lot bigger.”

  Sam barked out a harsh laugh then smothered it, but couldn’t hide the twinkle in his eyes.

  “No offense to your choice of ‘partners’, Annika. But without even seeing it, I can tell that the size of that plastic prick isn’t its only problem. We can discuss the differences after I make love to you.”

  A frantic giggle bubbled up in her throat and Annika started to laugh but then realized it wasn’t funny. She’d never be able to accommodate him. No matter how hard she struggled against it she couldn’t stop the dread crawling over her.

  Sam bent over, showing her his magnificent backside, and picked up the box and began searching inside. With a satisfied murmur, he pulled out a long silky scarf.

  “Ah. Here’s what we need, Princess.”

  Annika debated whether to stop him, but a tiny quiver of excitement kept the words at bay.

  “What is that?” she asked, knowing full well that it was a blindfold.

  He closed in on her, holding her gaze, not allowing her to look away. He nodded, motioning her to come closer. She swallowed and then did. His soft smile was her reward.

  “We’ve got to put your brain to sleep, Princess. All you need to do is feel.”

  He slipped the blindfold over her eyes and tied it securely.

  “This will help, Annika. When you can’t see, it helps you feel.”

  Lifting her under her arms, he laid her on her back, scooted her to the top of the bed and eased a pillow under her head. He kneeled up beside her. While she couldn’t see him, she could feel the strength in his arms as he positioned her. She marveled at how his big hands dwarfed hers. His enticing smell, a musky male aroma mixed with expensive cologne, drifted over her. She breathed in deep, wanting more of the exotic odor, gasping at the sensations the sexy smell elicited. Prickly shockwaves surged between her legs, up the inside of her thighs. Some small part of her brain acknowledged that Sam was right; the blindfold heightened her sense of smell and made all of her senses more acute.