Since our surveillance run following Woodson and planting the tracker, she’d been learning about ranging, wind reading, creating a data book. I’d given her all kinds of manuals to read too, even though becoming a sniper wasabout practical experience. She couldn’t fire the weapon herself just yet, but I should’ve been showing her how to zero the rifle and make adjustments.
So far, I’d sucked as a teacher. I mean, I’d slept with the student. But that wasn’t even the worst of it.
I still hadn’t been able to fire a gun. It was a mental block of some kind. I hadn’t been able to get past it. And the thought ofKeirabeing the one behind the scope and pulling the trigger, taking an unsuspecting life, even if it was justice… My fist closed around the bullet at my neck.
Sharing her bed had only intensified my protectiveness. And my doubts.
By the time I ran the course again and returned to Keira, I was all smiles, my uncertainty packed away in a neat box. The rest of today was just about making her laugh. Making her come.
Water poured into my mouth from the bottle as I sauntered toward the deck.
I poured the rest over my head and wiped a hand over my face and through my hair. The short hair reminded me of everything that had happened last night. Arousal pooled in my low belly as I remembered thrusting my tongue inside her. How she screamed my name.
“How’s the haircut?” Keira asked. She folded her arms on the top railing and smiled down at me.
“Much easier. I don’t miss the strands hanging in my face. But how did I look out there on the obstacle course?”
She rolled her eyes. “Like all that shaggy hair was hiding a big head.”
“There are other big things about me.” I loosely cupped my junk through my shorts.
“Corny as hell,” she muttered.
I went up the steps to the deck. “Can your returning hero have a kiss?”
Her eyebrow arched as she gave me a once-over. “You’re sexy when you’re sweaty. But that doesn’t mean I want that all over me.”
“Damn. Because I have some very specific ideas about getting all over you.”
Her dark eyes gleamed with humor. But that look turned a lot more interested as I stood next to her and braced my hands behind me on the railing, pushing out my chest like I was putting myself on display.
“How about you call the shots right now,” I said. “What do you want me to do?”
“Strip.”
Mmmm. I liked where this was going. That bossy, official-sounding tone in her voice emphasized how much Keira Marsh had grown up in the years I’d known her.
With slow, teasing movements, I hooked my thumbs on the waistband of my athletic shorts and eased them down over my hips. The slick fabric dropped to the deck, and I stepped out of them. I followed the same routine with my boxer briefs. Which left just my running shoes and the leather cord on my neck.
I spread my legs a little and leaned back against the railing again. My cock hung heavy. With her gaze on me like that, I was already getting hard.
And Keira just kept staring, like the vixen she apparently was, as my shaft filled and lengthened without a single helping stroke from me.
I was throbbing. Aching. My cock pointed at her like it knew exactly what it wanted.
The sun beat down on my bare skin. A slight breeze had picked up, cooling me off a little as it whistled through the trees. This property was all ours. Nobody else around for miles. Though if anyone had been watching, I wouldn’t care. Like I’d told Keira before, I wasn’t modest.
If she asked me to, I’d bend her over the railing right now and thrust inside her. With the great outdoors as our witness.
I was like a starving man who’d been offered an all-you-can-eat buffet. Despite my doubts, I wasn’t going to say no to her again. I wanted it all.
The tip of Keira’s tongue followed the curve of her upper lip. “Go inside and shower.”
“Yes, ma’am.” My voice was laced with all the innuendo I could fit in those two words. “You planning to join me?”
“If you’re lucky.”
Smirking, I toed off my shoes and went inside with my cock bobbing in front of me.
