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body. Pressing. Into. Her.
Miranda bit back a moan even though common sense told her that wasn’t the proper reaction at the moment.
“Cody,” she said, keeping her voice as calm and soothing as possible. Not daring to move in case he decided she needed more restraining than she was already getting. “It’s Miranda. Your CIA pal. The one you’re helping escape from the bad guys. You’re dreaming, cowboy.”
He didn’t say anything for a long moment. And then he seemed to shake himself. “Miranda?”
“Yep, it’s me. How’s it going, buddy?”
He shuddered. It wasn’t the best maneuver for her sanity because he was at least half hard from the contact and his cock was pressing into her mound. Right up against all those sensitive nerve endings. Not to mention that the T-shirt she was wearing had gotten twisted and dragged upward so that everything from her belly button down was exposed.
And her cotton underwear wasn’t much of a barrier between them.
“I was dreaming. Sorry.”
“Yeah, I figured. Everything okay?”
He moved his head in the darkness. Shaking it? “It will be.”
She lifted her arms and put her hands on his biceps. Touching him gently. Lightly. But her fingers trembled as she did so. Was she that out of practice? Or was it him and this effect he had on her?
“Do you want to talk about it?”
He stilled at her words. Or maybe it was her touch. She wasn’t sure.
“No,” he grated.
She thought he might make a move to get off her, let her go. But he didn’t. He stayed where he was, his body pressing hers into the mattress, and a shiver of anticipation rolled over her. She wet her lips, her pulse racing, her body humming.
“What do you want, Cody?”
“Honestly? I want to strip you naked and make you scream my name.”
Her belly twisted with hunger. Her pussy throbbed as another surge of heat rolled through her. She ran her hand up his arm, into his hair. He was warm, so warm. Solid and comforting.
“Maybe I want that too.”
She felt his response instantly. His cock pressed against her, harder than before, and she tried to wiggle her legs apart so she could shift her hips and apply the pressure just where she wanted it. But he didn’t let her move.
“You don’t know what you’re saying, Miranda. Your life has been turned upside down, and you’re reacting in ways you probably wouldn’t otherwise.”
She put her hand over his mouth to stop any other ridiculous words from exiting. “I’m pretty sure I’m a grown-ass woman, Cody McCormick. I can make up my own mind about who I fuck. It’s just sex, for God’s sake. We aren’t talking about a marriage proposal here, or a future together. I’m not so weak-minded that I fall apart at the first sign of trouble and screw whatever red-blooded male is available, you know.”
She took her hand off his mouth and was rewarded with laughter. Not quite the reaction she’d expected.
“You do realize what you just said is pretty much every man’s wet dream? No-strings sex with a gorgeous woman.” He shook his head. “Is it fucking Christmas or what?”
“Listen here, smart-ass. I can’t sleep, I haven’t had sex in over a year, I’m horny as hell, and you’re not only male, but you’re pretty hot too. So either shut up and kiss me, or get the fuck out of here and leave me alone. Because I am done sleeping in the same bed with you unless you keep your promise to make me scream.”
12
C ody shuddered . He shouldn’t do this, God knows he shouldn’t, but he wasn’t going to say no. He should have gotten off her when he’d woken and realized he was pinning her down, but he hadn’t been able to make himself move. She’d felt too good beneath him. The effects of the dream were still dragging him down into a pit of despair, and Miranda was the only bright spot he could see. Losing himself in sex with her would chase the darkness away, at least for a little while.
With a groan, he lowered his head and captured
Miranda bit back a moan even though common sense told her that wasn’t the proper reaction at the moment.
“Cody,” she said, keeping her voice as calm and soothing as possible. Not daring to move in case he decided she needed more restraining than she was already getting. “It’s Miranda. Your CIA pal. The one you’re helping escape from the bad guys. You’re dreaming, cowboy.”
He didn’t say anything for a long moment. And then he seemed to shake himself. “Miranda?”
“Yep, it’s me. How’s it going, buddy?”
He shuddered. It wasn’t the best maneuver for her sanity because he was at least half hard from the contact and his cock was pressing into her mound. Right up against all those sensitive nerve endings. Not to mention that the T-shirt she was wearing had gotten twisted and dragged upward so that everything from her belly button down was exposed.
And her cotton underwear wasn’t much of a barrier between them.
“I was dreaming. Sorry.”
“Yeah, I figured. Everything okay?”
He moved his head in the darkness. Shaking it? “It will be.”
She lifted her arms and put her hands on his biceps. Touching him gently. Lightly. But her fingers trembled as she did so. Was she that out of practice? Or was it him and this effect he had on her?
“Do you want to talk about it?”
He stilled at her words. Or maybe it was her touch. She wasn’t sure.
“No,” he grated.
She thought he might make a move to get off her, let her go. But he didn’t. He stayed where he was, his body pressing hers into the mattress, and a shiver of anticipation rolled over her. She wet her lips, her pulse racing, her body humming.
“What do you want, Cody?”
“Honestly? I want to strip you naked and make you scream my name.”
Her belly twisted with hunger. Her pussy throbbed as another surge of heat rolled through her. She ran her hand up his arm, into his hair. He was warm, so warm. Solid and comforting.
“Maybe I want that too.”
She felt his response instantly. His cock pressed against her, harder than before, and she tried to wiggle her legs apart so she could shift her hips and apply the pressure just where she wanted it. But he didn’t let her move.
“You don’t know what you’re saying, Miranda. Your life has been turned upside down, and you’re reacting in ways you probably wouldn’t otherwise.”
She put her hand over his mouth to stop any other ridiculous words from exiting. “I’m pretty sure I’m a grown-ass woman, Cody McCormick. I can make up my own mind about who I fuck. It’s just sex, for God’s sake. We aren’t talking about a marriage proposal here, or a future together. I’m not so weak-minded that I fall apart at the first sign of trouble and screw whatever red-blooded male is available, you know.”
She took her hand off his mouth and was rewarded with laughter. Not quite the reaction she’d expected.
“You do realize what you just said is pretty much every man’s wet dream? No-strings sex with a gorgeous woman.” He shook his head. “Is it fucking Christmas or what?”
“Listen here, smart-ass. I can’t sleep, I haven’t had sex in over a year, I’m horny as hell, and you’re not only male, but you’re pretty hot too. So either shut up and kiss me, or get the fuck out of here and leave me alone. Because I am done sleeping in the same bed with you unless you keep your promise to make me scream.”
12
C ody shuddered . He shouldn’t do this, God knows he shouldn’t, but he wasn’t going to say no. He should have gotten off her when he’d woken and realized he was pinning her down, but he hadn’t been able to make himself move. She’d felt too good beneath him. The effects of the dream were still dragging him down into a pit of despair, and Miranda was the only bright spot he could see. Losing himself in sex with her would chase the darkness away, at least for a little while.
With a groan, he lowered his head and captured
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