Holding Out For A Hero: SEALs, Soldiers, Spies, Cops, FBI Agents and Rangers

by Piñeiro, Caridad

  “Probably because, for all her irritating traits, she tends to be right. I’m very attracted to you. And here I am working for you.”

  “So you’re all mine?” she asked softly.

  “Oh, yeah,” he agreed.

  “Well, then,” she took a deep breath, curved her hand over his thigh, “I’ve got a few ideas of just what I’d like you to fix.”

  “You just tell me what you need, and I’ll take care of it,” he promised in a husky tone.

  Miki swallowed, her eyes huge. Then she took a deep breath that seriously threatened his sanity.

  “I need you, Gideon,” she told him, those huge eyes glinting with desire so intense it made Gideon want to strip bare and revel in the heat. “It’s like this fire burning inside me and only you’ve got what it takes to put it out.”

  Miki traced her finger over the buttons on the front of his shirt. By the time she’d reached his belt, Gideon was ready to beg. His body flamed and his mouth watered for a taste of her. Except he knew that one taste wasn’t going to be enough. Not even close.

  “Babe, I stoke that fire and it’s not something that’s gonna go out easy. It’ll burn long and hot, I guarantee it.”

  “You’re big on those guarantees, aren’t you? How about you stop your talking and start showing me just how good you really are.”

  “With pleasure,” Gideon said right before his mouth claimed hers.

  There’s a New Witch in Town: Chapter Ten

  Miki whimpered as Gideon’s mouth slanted over hers. Desire, already coiled in a tight spiral low in her belly, began to unfurl. Their only contact was their lips and his hand on her shoulder, but Miki was on fire for him.

  At the gentle touch of his tongue across her lips, she shivered. She wanted to feel that tongue trace just as gently, just as sweetly, over her entire body.

  She parted her lips in invitation, and oh yeah, baby, he took it. In a swift move, his tongue plunged into her mouth, an erotic dance of teeth and lips. The taste of him filled her and Miki’s thighs clenched in reaction.

  Who knew a self-empowerment spell could work so well? Oh, not to attract Gideon. Even if that had been within her power, she’d never use magic to entice. But to strengthen herself enough to have the nerve to ask for what she wanted? Mmm, that had worked just fine.

  “Mmm,” she murmured. “You are good.”

  “Believe me,” he assured her, “I’ve spent a lot of hours fantasizing about you since you came to town.”

  “About how you’d taste,” he said as his lips brushed lightly over hers. Miki gave a soft sigh at the sweetness of the move.

  “About how you’d feel,” he continued as his hand swept down her shoulder to the curve of her waist, then cupped her hip. The warmth of his hand made her want to squirm, to shift so it dropped from on her hip to that aching valley between her thighs.

  “About these long, luscious legs of yours and how close to heaven I’d get if I had them wrapped around me,” he told her as his hand caressed the naked flesh just beneath the hem of her dress, making her shiver.

  It was that touch, and the image that flashed through her brain of her naked body wrapped around his, that scared the hell out of Miki.

  His eyes left hers and dropped to his hand. To her breast. Miki swallowed, trying to wet her suddenly dry throat. Her nipples tightened to hard nubs beneath the silky fabric. With a faint smile, he laid his palm over one breast. He didn’t squeeze, or even move his fingers. Just let the heat of his hand reignite the dormant fire in her belly.

  Her breath grew shallow as she waited. She licked her bottom lip as she felt the proof of his interest, his desire, stir beneath her hip.

  “You react so sweetly to just my touch.” He lifted his hand, then with just the tip of his index finger, brushed over the straining tip. Miki bit back a whimper. “If your nipples are this hard, how is the rest of your body responding, Miki? I can see the lovely flush over your chest. Those hypnotic eyes of yours are dilated. Are you wet?” he asked huskily.

  This time Miki couldn’t hold the whimper back. Perry had never talked to her. Following the modern woman’s sexual advice, Miki had never hesitated to let him know what she liked, but it had always been in the form of gestures. Or on the occasions he’d actually got it right, a soft moan of pleasure.

  But Gideon seemed to demand not only words, but dialogue. His intense stare made it clear he wanted to know the answer to his question.

  Hoping to hurry this along, maybe push him past his need to make a point and into a bigger kind of need, Miki squirmed a little on his lap. He grinned.

  “Are you wet?” he asked a second time.

  It was his grin, that devilish dare, that gave Miki the nerve to respond.

  “Why don’t you touch me and find out?” she whispered.

  His pupils flared and she felt, rather than heard, his groan. “Show me,” he said.

  For a second, she wanted to yell in frustration. Why was he pushing her like this? Couldn’t she just lie back and enjoy their lovemaking without having to think? Without having to push past her comfort zone?

  The she noticed the shallowness of his breath, realized the pressure against her hip had grown a lot harder since he’d begun trying to prove his point. And something clicked inside her. A need to meet him halfway, to leave average behind and explore her sexuality in a way she’d only wished for in the past.

  So, grabbing her nerve along with his hand, Miki smiled. A slow, hopefully sexy smile that garnered a gratifying smile back. Holding the back of his hand, she trailed the palm over her breast again, pausing to press it tight against her straining nipple. Sensation spiked through her and she undulated lightly against him. His hand still in hers, she drew it down her body. Still self-conscious of her weight, she bypassed her not-flat abs to slide his hand over her hip, then to her thigh.

  Her gaze locked on his, she took a deep breath, ears ringing slightly. Her entire being focused on Gideon, she gave them both what they wanted. She slid his hand beneath the silky fabric of her skirt and pressed his palm between her legs. Damp evidence of her desire was evident through her panties.

  When Gideon’s hand slipped under the elastic band of her panties, she caught her breath and waited, her body so tense she was afraid she’d fly apart.

  “You are wet for me,” he said in a husky voice. “Fully dressed, we have barely even kissed. And you’re hot, wet, and ready for me. I could slide into you right now, and your body would welcome me, wouldn’t it, Miki?”

  “Oh, God, yes,” she breathed as he pressed the heel of his hand to her mound.

  Miki gasped as he swung her around so she lay on the couch instead of on his lap. He stretched out alongside her, not over her, but in easy reach. The move had sent her skirt up, so it gathered around her waist, leaving her thighs and her damp panties right there for him to see.

  But his focus was on her face. He brushed her hair off her temple, and Miki could smell the faint evidence of her desire on his hand. She pressed her lips together, nerves flashing again.

  “God, Miki, your response to me drives me crazy. That’s anything but average. And look at you, you’re gorgeous.” His eyes followed his hand as he traced first one eyebrow, then the other. “You’ve got these midnight eyes that make a man want to beg to know what secrets you have hidden away in there.”

  His hand moved over her jaw, then smoothed her mouth. “A beautiful smile and laugh that prove you’re more than just a pretty face and gorgeous body. Your sense of humor, playful teasing, they are as much a turn on as your sexy response.”

  He slid his hand over her throat to her shoulder, where he pushed one of her dress straps down, then over to slide the other down. With a gentle tug, he pulled the dress away, baring her breasts.

  Miki held her breath, her own eyes locked on his face. A faint flush colored his cheekbones, his eyes narrowed in desire as he looked—simply looked—at the bounty he’d bared.

  His breath coming a little faster now, he sw
allowed, then shook his head.

  “I can’t help myself,” he claimed just before he swooped down to suckle one nipple into his mouth. He lifted the other breast in his hand, his thumb strumming the aching peak.

  Miki moaned, her hands clenched on the hard strength of his shoulders. She pressed herself against him, wrapping one leg around his thigh and pulling him against her aching center. In rhythm with his thumb on her nipple, she moved against his thigh as desire wound tighter and tighter.

  When he grazed one nipple with his teeth, Miki cried out. Then he did it again, this time pinching the other nipple and pressing his thigh deep against her undulating center.

  Color exploded behind Miki’s closed eyes as the climax ripped through her. Her breath came in gasps. She floated, her mind numb, on a sea of pleasure as her body absorbed the delicious wonder of her orgasm.

  She lay there, eyes still closed, for another three seconds. Then, she opened her eyes and looked into the face of the man who was making her feel so much. Sexy, strong, powerful. All the emotions flew through her and she grinned. Time to see what she could make him feel.

  “Hup,” she said, pushing against his chest with the palms of both hands.

  He frowned, but didn’t argue. The disappointment on his face, quickly hidden, let her know he figured they were done.

  As soon as he shifted his weight, she slid out from under his body. Then, before he could move further, she gave a quick push so he fell to his back on the couch.

  With a delighted laugh, Miki moved fast and straddled him, one knee on either side of his thighs. She liked this switch of positions. Poised above him on the couch, she reveled in the still tingling aftershocks of that orgasm.

  “You don’t mind if I play for a while, do you?” she asked.

  “Play away,” he growled, his hands cupping her breasts. “Consider me your boy-toy and have a good ol’ time.”

  “I’m definitely planning on a good time,” she assured him. Then, as his fingers played with her nipples, she returned the favor by unbuttoning enough of his shirt so she could comb her fingernails over his chest.

  “Protection,” he exclaimed with a groan. “I didn’t bring anything with me.”

  Passion swirling through her like a tornado, it took a few seconds for her to understand what he meant. Then she gave a little frown, debated the loss of pleasure in the current moment, and narrowed her eyes in concentration.

  Heat flashed through her, sexual awareness coupled with her own magical energy and, leaning down to take Gideon’s mouth in her own, she flicked a finger toward the end table right behind his head. A flicker and flash, then she pulled away and gave Gideon a wicked smile.

  “What’s it worth to you if I can not only give you that protection, but do it without leaving your body?”

  “Oh, at least an extra orgasm or two,” he joked. Miki winked, then leaned forward. Her breast brushed over his mouth, and smart man that he was, he took advantage in a way that almost made her forget what she was doing.

  After a few seconds of delighted torment, she pulled back, a foil wrapped package clenched between her fingers.

  “I’ll take two, thanks so much,” she told him.

  His gaze flicked from her face to the condom, then over his head. “You keep condoms in the living room?”

  A cold wave washed over her. That was the kind of thing that would have made Perry bitch up a storm. He’d hated it when she’d hidden condoms all over the house when they were first married. She’d thought it would make spontaneity more fun. He’d been afraid someone might run across one and, God forbid, realize they actually had sex.

  Then Gideon laughed and her body warmed again. “Damn, you’re my kind of woman.”

  “Prove it,” she murmured, as her body warmed again.

  She eyed his still clothed body and, for the first time in her life, wished that the man she was with knew she was a witch. Because it would be so much faster to zap his clothes off with magic. But, she realized with a delighted grin, probably not as fun.

  She tossed the condom to the coffee table, then rose above Gideon. One knee on either side of his thighs, she finished unbuttoning his shirt. Then she gave in to the sexy invitation of that expanse of hard, muscled flesh and ran her hands up his flat abs to squeeze his pecs.

  “You must work hard to keep a body in this fine shape,” she commented absently. After all, Perry slaved five days a week at the gym to keep his pasty body trim, and her brother hit the weight room at least three times a week. “You get this body hefting a hammer?”

  His eyes locked on her face, Gideon nodded.

  “Sweet,” she claimed in delight. “I can’t wait to put you to work here. I’m going to love watching you in action.”

  Then she slid her hands down to the snap of his jeans, and wiggled her brows. “But for now, I have other work in mind.”

  Anticipation surged through her as she unsnapped his pants. Miki scooted down so she straddled his knees instead of his thighs. Her dress caught around her hips, constricting her move for a few seconds.

  Doubts ran through her head, but at the sexy, entranced look on Gideon’s face, she shoved them aside. Reaching down with both hands, she crossed them in front of her and grasped the silky fabric of her dress. In a fluid move, she pulled it over her head and tossed it aside.

  “Whoa, baby,” he breathed.

  “What?” Miki asked, looking down. Was she scary half-naked?

  Gideon pressed a hand to her hip to make her twist again. His eyes lit up, a delighted grin dancing over his lips.

  “You have a tattoo? Oh my God, do you know how sexy that is?”

  Miki laughed in relief. “Sexy? I didn’t think of it that way. More a declaration of independence.”

  He lifted his torso to bring his face close to her hip, then brushed a kiss over the rising phoenix. Miki shivered at the sensation. He lay back and winked.

  The desire in Gideon’s eyes, as well as the stirring she saw against his zipper, made her feel incredible. Sexy, powerful, and about as non-average as possible.

  Miki leaned forward to press a kiss against his belly, the arrow of hair curling there tickling her nose. She inhaled his musky scent and, still pressed against him, reached between her breasts to pull down the zipper of his jeans.

  The rasp of the metal teeth joined his gasp.

  She rose again and grabbed his waistband in both fists. She gave a sharp tug, pulling the denim over his hips. Always glad to see a man enjoy the freedom of boxers, she watched the loose fabric slide down.

  The long, hard evidence of his desire sprang free. Miki leaned down to brush a kiss over the proudly jutting flesh, but before she could do anything else, he hissed and shook his head.

  “You do that and you won’t even get one of those orgasms you’re planning, sweetheart. I’m about ready to go off like a Fourth of July rocket.”

  “I like the idea of getting you off,” she teased. Then, because she couldn’t hold in the absolute delight any longer, she gave a giddy laugh.

  Gideon watched Miki laugh, her dark eyes alight with pleasure. As much as his body was screaming to be inside her, to find its release from the delicious torment, his heart wanted to hold onto this moment. To the sight of her, that gorgeous body almost naked above him, joy clear on her face as she laughed.

  Pride surged as he realized he’d done this for her. Oh, not made her gorgeous, sexy, and exciting—that was all Miki. But he’d given her this joy. This easy, relaxed pleasure in herself, in him and in the moment.

  If he wasn’t careful, she’d have him dreaming impossible dreams. Wishing for an unattainable future.

  Then she leaned forward, her breasts brushing his chest and leaving little trails of fire, and took his mouth. Gideon gave himself over to his body’s demands. He lost himself in the kiss and the feel of her lush body over his. And let go of any crazy ideas.

  A wild mating of their tongues, and he knew he couldn’t hold off any longer. He pulled back slightly an
d nodded his chin toward the coffee table.

  “Condom?”

  “Mmmm,” Miki hummed. She pressed her lips to his in a quick kiss, then straightened. She tilted her head to one side, as if assessing the situation. “So, what’s your pleasure?”

  “You.”

  She paused in her reach for the condom and rolled her eyes at him.

  “Believe me, I plan on you being my pleasure too. But,” she said as she ripped open the foil package, “I was wondering... you know, how you like things.”

  “Things?” he teased. He caught his breath as she shifted so he could kick his jeans off.

  “Positions. I have to tell you,” she mused as she tapped the condom lightly against her mouth, “I’ve never spent this much time in conversation with a man during sex.”

  Gideon’s gaze blurred as she ran her tongue over the condom. The message was clear and all he could think of was how her mouth would feel on him. Next time, he promised himself. He’d have those lips around him next time.

  “This conversation is turning me on almost as much as your body,” he assured her. “And I’m thinking this first time is ladies’ choice. You tell me how you want it. How you want us.”

  He watched her breasts sway as the breath shuddered through her. Good, he wanted her to know how sexy words were.

  “I want to be on top,” she told him softly. Gideon sent up a prayer of thanks, since there was nothing he loved more than watching a woman take her pleasure from his body.

  But all he said was, “Perfect. Then next time we can do it against your entryway wall.”

  She paused, eyes huge, in the act of unrolling the condom over his straining flesh. “Wall?”

  “Yeah, I’ve wanted to have you there since that day you talked about bondage and red velvet.”

  Miki’s delighted laugh gave him hope of some hot and wild wall sex.

  Then, as she finished sheathing him and moved into position, he finally shut up. He had to, because the sight of her over him, the concentration on her face as she lowered herself on his body, it completely short-circuited his brain.