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Authors: J. M. Madden
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don’t think that would do your headache any good.”
“No, but it would take care of the other ache I’ve got.”
Cat gave him a sharp glance, then slowly moved back to the stove. Harper could see the effect he’d had on her though. Those ever-responsive nipples of hers were rock hard. He could see them even through the fabric of her bra and shirt.
And of course, her arousal sharpened his. Daring total destruction, he stood and crossed the room. Amazingly, his head and his feet held steady. Cat looked up when he stopped beside her, but he didn’t give her a chance to say anything. Cupping her head in his hands, he pulled her mouth to his.
God…All of the hardships of the past year and a half—hell, the past week—faded away as her lips softened beneath his. Cat accepted his assault like she’d expected it, hoped for it even.
Harper groaned and inhaled her scent, nostalgia stirring as much as the arousal. Their movements were a little awkward at first, but he refused to let that discourage him. Angling his head he requested entrance to the depths of her mouth.
Cat’s fists curled into the fabric of his t-shirt and her lips parted, allowing him in. Harper rocked his mouth into hers, nibbling her lush, sweet skin. One hand slid down to hold her arm at the elbow.
The nice thing about Cat was that he didn’t have to bend in half to kiss her. At six foot five that really meant a lot. She was a tall woman, lean almost to the point of skinny. But she had curves in all the right places. Harper let his hands drift down her waist and they ended up cupping her ass.
They both paused as he squeezed and he knew she was wondering if he would pick her up like he used to. Pulling her tight, he tested the pain in his chest. Manageable. Probably wouldn’t hurt too bad.
“Don’t.”
Damn, she was a freaking mind reader. Smiling against her mouth, he pulled away to grab a breath. “You were remembering too, weren’t you?”
The wash of color under her pale cheeks and her dilated pupils spoke volumes. “Hard not to. You used to haul my ass everywhere.”
Harper grinned, remembering. Hell, he used to have her hop on his back for him to train with, her weight and balance perfect.
Before he could lean in again she pulled away and crossed back to the sink. “I think it’s a little early to get physical. You’re still healing.”
“Fuck that. We’ve made love when I was worse off before. Seems like I remember a visit late at night at Walter Reed.”
Her cheeks pinkened before she turned away. “That was different.”
Chuckling, he decided to let her have her freedom. She could stew on her arousal; then the next time he approached her she would be more receptive. There were some things he needed to do anyway. With a final regretful glance he left the kitchen and walked to the small office he’d found, dropping into the leather office chair. The living room was more comfortable but it had a huge expanse of windows looking out over the landscape. Way too bright.
Duncan didn’t answer his cell phone, which was probably smart. Harper had some words for him that wouldn’t be particularly nice. His boss had sold him out without a word of warning. Although was being with Cat actually a hardship?
Chad picked up on the first ring. “Hey, Harper! How’s it hanging, buddy?”
Snorting in spite of himself, he swung around to the desk. “Surprisingly well, Lowell. I would have appreciated a heads up, though.”
Chad laughed on the other end of the line. “About what? Oh, the kidnapping? She was doing exactly what we’ve wanted to do for a long time. She just managed to do it with a little more ease. You’ve needed a break for a while, dude. When’s the last time you took a day of vacation?”
He never had. They both knew that.
“Cat made a good case for your abduction and we agreed with her reasoning. I think you guys need to work on some personal stuff anyway.” A wrapper crinkled on the other end of the line
“No, but it would take care of the other ache I’ve got.”
Cat gave him a sharp glance, then slowly moved back to the stove. Harper could see the effect he’d had on her though. Those ever-responsive nipples of hers were rock hard. He could see them even through the fabric of her bra and shirt.
And of course, her arousal sharpened his. Daring total destruction, he stood and crossed the room. Amazingly, his head and his feet held steady. Cat looked up when he stopped beside her, but he didn’t give her a chance to say anything. Cupping her head in his hands, he pulled her mouth to his.
God…All of the hardships of the past year and a half—hell, the past week—faded away as her lips softened beneath his. Cat accepted his assault like she’d expected it, hoped for it even.
Harper groaned and inhaled her scent, nostalgia stirring as much as the arousal. Their movements were a little awkward at first, but he refused to let that discourage him. Angling his head he requested entrance to the depths of her mouth.
Cat’s fists curled into the fabric of his t-shirt and her lips parted, allowing him in. Harper rocked his mouth into hers, nibbling her lush, sweet skin. One hand slid down to hold her arm at the elbow.
The nice thing about Cat was that he didn’t have to bend in half to kiss her. At six foot five that really meant a lot. She was a tall woman, lean almost to the point of skinny. But she had curves in all the right places. Harper let his hands drift down her waist and they ended up cupping her ass.
They both paused as he squeezed and he knew she was wondering if he would pick her up like he used to. Pulling her tight, he tested the pain in his chest. Manageable. Probably wouldn’t hurt too bad.
“Don’t.”
Damn, she was a freaking mind reader. Smiling against her mouth, he pulled away to grab a breath. “You were remembering too, weren’t you?”
The wash of color under her pale cheeks and her dilated pupils spoke volumes. “Hard not to. You used to haul my ass everywhere.”
Harper grinned, remembering. Hell, he used to have her hop on his back for him to train with, her weight and balance perfect.
Before he could lean in again she pulled away and crossed back to the sink. “I think it’s a little early to get physical. You’re still healing.”
“Fuck that. We’ve made love when I was worse off before. Seems like I remember a visit late at night at Walter Reed.”
Her cheeks pinkened before she turned away. “That was different.”
Chuckling, he decided to let her have her freedom. She could stew on her arousal; then the next time he approached her she would be more receptive. There were some things he needed to do anyway. With a final regretful glance he left the kitchen and walked to the small office he’d found, dropping into the leather office chair. The living room was more comfortable but it had a huge expanse of windows looking out over the landscape. Way too bright.
Duncan didn’t answer his cell phone, which was probably smart. Harper had some words for him that wouldn’t be particularly nice. His boss had sold him out without a word of warning. Although was being with Cat actually a hardship?
Chad picked up on the first ring. “Hey, Harper! How’s it hanging, buddy?”
Snorting in spite of himself, he swung around to the desk. “Surprisingly well, Lowell. I would have appreciated a heads up, though.”
Chad laughed on the other end of the line. “About what? Oh, the kidnapping? She was doing exactly what we’ve wanted to do for a long time. She just managed to do it with a little more ease. You’ve needed a break for a while, dude. When’s the last time you took a day of vacation?”
He never had. They both knew that.
“Cat made a good case for your abduction and we agreed with her reasoning. I think you guys need to work on some personal stuff anyway.” A wrapper crinkled on the other end of the line
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