“I slept for a few hours.” Her gaze went to the clock on the microwave. Two fifty-seven. Not quite when he typically woke up.
“What do you have in there?” Walking over to the counter, he glanced in themug. Hot water.
“I figured coffee wasn’t what I needed at this time of night, but I couldn’t findany tea bags.”
“Yeah, sorry. Tea isn’t really my thing. Guess I’ll have to get some ifyou stay here.”
“Stay here?” Her eyes searched his face, her expression confused and maybe alittle hopeful.
“You’re certainly welcome to until—”
“I find someplace else to live.” She looked around the room and her eyes clouded over. Was she going to start crying again? Surprisingly, he hadn’t felt awkward when he’d been comforting her earlier. He usually shied away from out-of-control female emotions. With Heather, he’d simply wanted toease her grief.
The expression on her face grew fierce, more like the warrior princess he knew. “They blew up my house!” she thundered. “Who the hell are these people who think they can get away with blowing up my house?”
“We’ll find them. The police need to get more involved afterthis incident.”
“Incident?” She slammed her hands on the counter then turned around, her eyes holding him in place. “They blew up mydamned house.”
Pacing back and forth, she fumed. “I’m gonna rip their balls off when I find out who’s responsible.”
“Calm down, princess.” Moving closer, he reached to pather shoulders.
“Don’t tell me to calm down.” Slapping his hands away, she continued to shout, “They didn’t blowup your house.”
“No, but they almost blew me up. I have a right tobe pissed too.”
Her expression went from furious to horrified. “Oh, my God, they did. And here I’ve been wrapped up in my own little drama.” Slipping her fingers into his hair, she tugged him closer. “If they’d hurt you…”
Before he could console her, she kissed him. Not sweet or gentle or even sexy. Hard and filled with fury. All the pent-up anger that had been simmering under the surface since they’d escaped seemed to rush forward into her lips. Shit, he should push her away but he couldn’t. He needed this too. If anything had happened to her, he’d never forgive himself. Thank God he’d decided to stop by. What if he hadn’t? Or if he’d stopped by later?
Pulling her off the ground, he turned and pressed her against the fridge. She clung to him as their lips smashed into each other.
“Scott.” Her voice held desperation as she dragged her hands down his bare chest, her fingernails scraping lightlyover his skin.
“I know. I know.” He couldn’t get enough of her. Energy surged off her body and into his, sending his nerve endingsinto a frenzy.
“I need you. Don’t leave me.” Slipping her hand lower, she skimmed over his arousal. Fuck, she got him harder than ever withbarely a touch.
“I’m not going anywhere, princess. I’m right here with you.” He grabbed her ass and lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist. Shit, was she even wearing underwear? All he felt was skin. Smooth, silky and meant for him. Hisfor the taking.
Against the fridge, though? Looking around, he stumbled to the table. Gentle was how he meant to be, but her hand on his cock sent him into a tailspin he couldn’t pull out of. The table hit her back and he ripped at the scrub top she wore, the snaps popping open to expose her to his eyes.
God, she was fabulous. Full, ripe breasts, rising up and down as her lungs expanded with each deep breath. Dark pink nipples standing at attention, begging for his mouth to suck on them. Her caramel-colored hair spread out around her on the table, making his dick twitch even more. His fingers itched to touch. Everywhere.
“Damn, you’re beautiful.”
He took a step back to truly admire her, but she lifted her feet and caught him by the neck then pulled him back.
“Don’t even think about walking away.” The desperation in her voice sliced through his heart.
“I couldn’t if I tried.” Not with her legs up around his ears. He took a few moments to knead those gorgeous tits and pinch the nipples as her legs tightened and she bent her knees, pulling him closer.
“Did you want something, princess?”
“You. Now. And I don’t want it gentle.”
Holy sweet Heaven on earth. Her panties were barely more than a few strings. He disposed of those easily enough. A slight tug and they lay on the floor, exposing her precious gift to him. He slid one finger inside testing her readiness. Oh, yeah, wet and wild.
