He backed away from me and helped me stand, turning me in his arms and holding on. Walking backward, he moved us around to the side of the bed and urged me to climb onto it. We lay facing each other, and he covered my mouth with his. My pulse jumped when I realized he tasted of the wine he'd had with lunch, but I pushed that thought away.
"Are you okay?"
I nodded, but I stared at his chest instead of his face. "I wanted to put it all aside for a few minutes, and I don't know of another way besides sleep."
"Good thing for me you weren't tired."
"No, I'm not tired." I smiled briefly and looked up at him. "But I am serious about what I said in the shower."
"I know, and I'm fine with it. It’s pointless for you to get a carry permit, but I'll teach you to shoot."
"Where will we go?" Did he have an approved place, or did he own a building for that purpose?
Burke ran a hand over my damp hair. "I have a shooting range in the house."
Somehow, that didn't surprise me. "Of course you do."
"There's also a gym and a weapons room."
"Where?" Though I had been there for almost six months, I didn't know the entire house inside and out. Clearly.
"Underground. There's a hidden door to a stairwell leading to a locked door."
Snorting, I asked, "Are the walls painted red?"
"No, why?"
"Just checking what type of secret room it is."
Chuckling, he cupped my bottom and pulled me flush against him. "If that's what I have in mind, are you on board with it?"
"Nope."
"That was a quick answer."
I almost lost my train of thought when he snuck his fingers between my cheeks to toy with me. "I don't want to give you any excuses to whip me."
The bed shook with his laughter. "I like the way you catch me off guard."
Snuggling against him, I tucked my head under his chin. "Good, because I don't plan on stopping."
"Will you be all right for the rest of the day?"
"I'm not sure. Can you hold me for a while longer?"
"Yes." Burke tightened his hold. "Yes, I can."
Moments passed before I felt him growing hard between us. Shifting my hips, I rubbed my thighs along his shaft. "Already?"
"I can't help how much I want you."
With the thought of straddling him, I made a move to roll on top of him, but he held me close. Looking into my eyes, he lifted my top leg and draped it over his hips, thrusting forward to glide teasingly through my folds. The shade of blue in his eyes darkened when he made love to me, and I didn't want to look away.
"Burke," I gasped.
With his mouth on mine, he spread me wide and pushed in. "Fuck. Every time."
"Every time what?"
