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forearm with his fingers. “You tellin’ me you know how to fight?”
    She thrust out her bottom lip and deepened her scowl. “You’re pissing me off. You want me to prove it?”
    He let go and held up his hands, but his chest shook with quiet laughter.
    “It’s not that damn funny.”
    “No, I’m not laughing because I find the idea of you taking down a perp laughable. I’m thinking your bail jumpers would never see the collar coming.”
    “Huh.” Mollified, she curved one side of her mouth.
    “So, you’re working?”
    After a moment’s hesitation, she nodded, then pointed to his scope. “Are you?”
    He laid the scope to the side, and then pulled her down, forcing her to straddle him and lay her chest against his.
    This close, she could see the set of his jaw, the narrowed eyes. And feel the coiled strength of his muscled body.
    “Piper,” he said, his voice low and little gravely, “Until just a few days ago, I was a Navy SEAL, just three weeks out of Afghanistan. I’ve been offered a couple of jobs. This place belongs to one of the potential companies.”
    So she’d been right about his being ex-military. “Why the scope?”
    Wolf laid a hand on her cheek and slid his fingers into her hair.
    She thought he wasn’t going to answer, that he would distract her with a kiss. Which might have ruined their chance to strengthen their connection.
    Then he drew a deep breath. “I’m a sniper. And used to staring down a scope. Except this last time, when I came back, I couldn’t shake the tension.”
    “PTSD?” she asked softly. She didn’t want to think about the horrors he might have seen that left him this way.
    “Guess so. Whatever you want to call it. The only time I could relax, breathe easy, was when I stared down a scope. Handheld or mounted on a rifle. Too many years of training, keeping my breathing even while I waited to pull the trigger…” He shook his head. “Turns out, fucking pretty redheads works well, too.”
    She smiled and lowered her head to his chest, listening to his heart beat like a drum. She could only imagine the things he’d done and seen. Being a sniper explained his intensity, that was for sure. “So, my pussy’s the cure.” Why does that make me tingle?
    He laughed. “Baby, you’re better than any meds the VA would give me. Not that I’ve seen or talked with anyone. This is something I want to handle on my own.”
    “Me or the tension?” She gave him a wide grin. “’Cause I have to tell you now, you’re the only one I want handling me.”
    A breath huffed out before he cupped her chin and tilted her face toward his. His kiss was soft, a rub of lips, but then he bit her bottom lip.
    Surprise . With that one nip, her heartbeat thrummed inside her chest. Beneath her, his cock stirred, hardening against her open sex. Moisture oozed from inside her, and she spread the glaze along his length, slowly rocking forward and back while he filled.
    “Sure you’re not too sore?” he asked, his gaze narrowed, searching her face.
    “When did I complain?”
    “The last time we fucked with you riding reverse cowgirl. Said you wouldn’t be able to walk straight for a week.”
    She pushed against his chest and straightened to sit astride him. “Walking’s overrated.” She rose, getting her feet beneath her, then squatted over his groin. “I may be on top, but you’re doing the work.” Then she gripped his cock and placed him at her entrance, rubbing around and around to wet his cockhead. “Think you’re up to it? Or did I wear you out?”
    His knees lifted behind her—she knew because she felt his thighs against her buttocks. When he began to thrust his hips to spear inside her, she regretted the position, because now she couldn’t control the depth or grind against him. And he wasn’t touching her with anything other than his cock, sliding up her vagina and his thighs brushing her buttocks.
    Not that she wasn’t getting thoroughly aroused, but she’d never