Page 57 of Unplanned Target

I grin just thinking about it. “When I do, I’ll let them know you were the one who sent me.”

Miranda’s lips part, her hands tightening where they grip my shoulders. “I think that’s the hottest thing anyone has ever said to me.”

Fuck. She is as perfect for me as I remembered. Not only can she handle my time away, but she can also handle knowing what it involves.

Even encourages it.

I lean close, voice low as I whisper in her ear. “Wait till you hear what I’ll do to anyone who tries to hurt you.”

Miranda shivers against me, her body swaying closer to mine. “Is it bad that I like thinking about what would happen if someone tried to hurt me?”

“Not when you’re with someone like me. It’s probably pretty reasonable to consider it.” My hands slide higher, lifting the weight of her full breasts. “But I think it’s fair for you to assume anyone who is stupid enough to lay a finger on you will very much regret his life choices when I find him.” I drag my thumbs across the swell of her plush flesh, teasing against the hard peaks of her nipples as they tighten beneath my shirt. “Because I don’t want anyone touching you but me.”

“I don’t want anyone touching me but you, either.” Miranda gasps a little when I pluck at the tight buds, her pupils dilating as she stares up at me.

As hard as it is, I have to pull my hands off her body. It’s for the greater good, but is almost painful to achieve. Especially when she makes a soft sound of protest as I step away.

I was able to shower right before getting on the plane, but I’m still outfitted in a decent amount of gear, and don’t want to risk her accidentally grabbing the wrong thing and hurting herself.

Keeping my eyes on where she stands, I deftly unhook all my weapons and tools, lining them down the top of the dresser before peeling my shirt off and tossing it to one side.

In an unexpected move, Miranda does the same, whisking the borrowed garment off her body and letting it drop to the floor. But unlike me, Miranda isn’t wearing pants.

There’s not a thing left hiding her body from me, and it scrambles my brain for a second. Makes me forget what I’m doing and why I’m here, outside of the opportunity to bask in her glory.

And she is fucking glorious. Soft skin curved in all the right places. Full tits with pillowy nipples I can’t wait to have under my tongue. Flared hips and full thighs that are perfectly proportioned to handle a man of my size. I don’t want to have to worry about breaking the woman I’m with. I don’t want to constantly fear hurting her or causing discomfort. Something like that would have my dick shriveling in an instant.

“You’re behind.” Miranda looks pointedly at the fly of my pants. “You should probably hurry up.”

I give her a grin. “Apologies. I was understandably distracted.” I flip the button free and drag down the zipper, shoving pants and underwear to my ankles in one go before kicking them away, along with my boots. Once I’m naked, I stand and let her look or fill, giving Miranda the same opportunity she gave me. I’m absolutely positive I’m not even close to the masterpiece she is, but Miranda doesn’t seem disappointed or put off by what she sees. If anything, the way her tongue flicks across her lower lip as she stares at my dick makes me think she’s coming up with some very bad ideas.

Bad ideas I’m going to have to head off.

“You are so hot.” Miranda’s gaze is so heavy I can feel it like a touch as it traces a path over my skin. “I don’t know where to start first.”

“That’s good, because I absolutely know where to start.” I move toward her, closing the distance between us in two steps. Pulling her close, I heft Miranda into my arms, lifting her feet off the ground and groaning as her legs wrap around my waist. It’s what I was intending to happen, but feeling the heat of her pussy against my stomach is even more arousing than I anticipated it would be.

Which is why my path to the bed is more of a stumble than a stride. And instead of carefully laying her down, we tumble to the mattress.

Miranda laughs as we land tangled together, her head hanging off the edge of the bed.

“I’m a little rusty.” I manage to get my knees under me, so I can drag her to the middle of the blankets. “I probably need some practice.”

“I’m pretty sure that won’t be a problem.” She does a wiggle that rubs her body against mine in all the right places. “I have a lot of free time on my hands now.”

I was worried there would be distance between us when I came back, but it’s easy to pick up right where we left off. Hell, being with Miranda is just easy in general. Even when things are the hardest they can ever be—like trying to keep us all from getting killed—my interactions with her have always been natural and organic. I never had to overthink anything or second-guess myself. Sure, I worried she wouldn’t be quite as full-speed ahead as I am, but that’s different. That’s about timing, not connection.

But now I know both our feet are on the gas. Which is probably an issue, but it’s one for me to deal with a different day.

The only issue I’m facing right now is making this night memorable.

And not in a bad way.

“Now is probably when I should tell you I have an IUD.” Miranda isn’t hesitant at all to bring up important logistics. “So there’s no real chance I’ll get pregnant.” Her eyes trace down my chest, the soft brush of her fingers following behind.

Gritting my teeth against the distraction of her touch, I offer up my own assurances. “I get a full physical every year. I don’t have an IUD, but I’m pretty sure I can’t get pregnant either.” I lean down to tease my nose against hers. “But just so you know, I’m always happy to do whatever needs to be done.” I don’t have any real preference about having kids of my own. I’m sure if I did I’d love the shit out of them, but I’m not chomping at the bit and desperate to be a dad. My job is scary, and takes me away for stretches of time. That would put most of the burden of childcare on whoever I’m with’s shoulders. So it’s really not my decision to make.

“Is that your way of telling me you would get snipped?” Miranda immediately picks up on what I’m trying to say. More proof of how well she understands me, and yet another way being with her is simple and easy.