Page 79 of Hot Pursuit


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“Even after all these years…” She shook her head sorrowfully. “Well, maybe this will help.”

Lifting his arm, she kissed the raised lump of flesh. He shivered. Not because he was cold, but because nothing in his life had ever felt so sincere…or so loving.

If she had stopped there, he might have been able to keep his shit together. But she didn’t stopthere. She crawled over him, straddling his legs, and proceeded to find and kiss every one of his scars.

By the time she got to the big, puckered scar on his flank, courtesy of an Iraqi policeman’s bullet, he’d had about all he could take. Grabbing her shoulders, he dragged her up his body until they were nose to nose, and pretended there wasn’t a bloody lump in his throat or bloody tearsburning behind his eyes.

“You’ve got to stop that,” he whispered.

“Why? Doesn’t it feel good?”

“It feels good,” he admitted.

But it also breaks my heart and heals it at the same time, he could have added.And it makes me want to throw caution to the wind and tell you how much I love you, you sweet, delightful, brilliant girl.

“Then why do I need to stop?” Her eyes pinged downto his lips. That’s all it took for his mouth to water, for his lips to tingle in anticipation of one of her candied kisses.

“Because it feelstoogood. Your soft lips have made me hard again.” To prove his point, he tilted his pelvis. Since she was straddling his hips, his turgid cock slid hot and hard against her delicate feminine flesh.

She moaned, screwing her eyes shut. When she openedthem again, he saw a familiar glint of devilry. “Again, you say that like it’s a bad thing.”

He flipped her over until he was looming above her. When he pinned her hands over her head, she giggled with delight.

“When I make you come again,” he swore, “it will be with my cock. Inside you. And since we’ve still no condoms, that means no more shenanigans. Unless, of course, you’ve changedyour mind and are keen to have me running downstairs to ask Ace and Rusty if—”

“No!” she wailed, struggling ineffectually against his restraining hands. “I’ll die of embarrassment. I swear to God. Can’t we just—”

“Indeed not.” He cut her off before she could put into words whatever physical delight she had in mind. If he heard her mention anything that included her mouth on his dick, hemight lose the will to naysay her, and truly, he was determined to hold fast to his convictions.

All they had already done together was incredibly raw and mind-meltingly sexy. But it lacked the intimacy of joining their bodies, of rocking each other to completion as they stared into one another’s eyes.

If he wanted her to fall in love with him, his first step must surely be tomakeloveto her.

“Why not?” she demanded, a pout on her lips.

“I have my reasons.” He loved how her eyes narrowed.

Preparing himself to become the victim of her sharp tongue, he was surprised when she huffed, “Fine. Have it your way. But if we’re not going to sixty-nine…” He groaned. There it was. The image of her mouth on his dick sprang to Technicolor life inside his head. “Then you haveto make it up to me with another truth.”

“Buggering hell.” He rolled off her to toss an arm over his eyes. “You and your bloody truths. They’ll be the death of me.”

“I’m serious.” She snuggled close to his side and tweaked his nipple.

“Ow!” He smacked her ass.

“Ow!” She tweaked his nipple harder.

And then it was on. The absolutesexiestwrestling match of his life. She buckedand hissed and nipped at him with her teeth until, once again, he was atop her with her wrists secured above her head. They were both blowing hard from the exertion. Both incredibly turned on. It was a vast improvement over the tears from earlier.

“Let that be a lesson to you, witchy woman.” He was so tempted to kiss her lips that he had to bite the inside of his cheek. If he kissed her, theywould be sixty-nine-ing so fast her head would spin.

“Oh?” She blinked up at him, all innocence and seduction. “And what lesson would that be?”

“I’m bigger than you. Stronger than you. Faster than you.”

“Maybe,” she allowed. There was that hypnotic grin again. “But I’m smarter. You’re right back where I want you.”

To prove her point, she wrapped her legs around his waist and rubbedherself against him. She was so hot, so soft and slick. His eyes crossed.