zapped home, naked, and ended up at the hospital or the grocery store? Okay, okay, let’s not fall into a pit. She should think about the positive. Here she was, in a great movie, and a really hot action hero thought he was in love with her and gave her great, hot sex. Duh! What was she thinking? Run the ball, Mia, run the ball!
Mia raised her head and smiled up at him. She traced Aiden’s nicely-shaped jaw with her fingertips. “We’ll take it as it comes, soldier boy.”
He nodded. He got a goofy, tender expression on his face. “That’s why I love you, Mia. You’re so damn brave.”
Mia felt tears prick her eyes. She swallowed. She tried to be a brave, brave woman and not burst into thankful sobs. How had she gotten so lucky? “You have duties, right? I don’t want to just sit around while you’re busy doing soldier stuff. What can I do?”
“They’re always short-staffed at the field hospital. Would you want to—”
“Perfect. That sounds perfect.”
He smiled down at her. “You’re amazing. All right, let’s get some sleep. We’ve been up a long time.”
Mia moved her hand down into his lap and stroked a certain large, warm part of his anatomy. He sucked in his breath. “I was hoping you’d stay up a little longer.”
Aiden chuckled. He rolled her under him. His knees spread her legs open, his lean hips settled over her, and he slid home. Mia gave a huge sigh of contentment. She wrapped her arms and legs around him. She grinned up at him. “Did I ever tell you that I really like rock and roll?”
He laughed again, and then he rocked her world away.
Mia must have fallen asleep afterward because the next thing she knew, she was being gently shaken. She opened one of her eyes. Aiden was sitting on the bed, smiling down at her. His face was clean and shaven. He was dressed in a fresh uniform. Mia opened both of her eyes. “Oh. You’re leaving.”
“The general wants to see me. Do you still want to go to the field hospital?”
She sat up. “Yes, will you take me there?”
His gaze slowly dropped to her bare breasts and lifted back to her face. He smiled that slow, sexy smile. “I’d take you anywhere, Mia.”
She blushed. Mia couldn’t believe it. She never blushed. She grumbled under her breath. He laughed at her. Mia hit him on the shoulder. It was like connecting with granite. “Where’s the shower? And my clothes?”
Aiden stood up and offered her a hand. She took it. He lifted her effortlessly from the bed to her feet. Ooh, I love big muscles! He pointed. “The bathroom is through that door. I’ll get your clothes together and put them on the bed.”
“Okay.” She walked away from him. She could feel a laser centered on her, like one of those red dots before you get shot. Mia stopped and turned around. She frowned at him. “What?”
“I love looking at your gorgeous ass.” His eyes were heated again, and his voice was low and rumbly. His hands flexed, like he wanted to grab that part of her.
Mia flushed. “Oh.” She stood there for a second, kind of self-conscious. Then she lifted her chin. She pivoted and made like a runway model, swinging her well-rounded hips. She heard a low growl behind her. By the time she shut the bathroom door behind her, Mia was grinning. Her guy was really good for her ego.
She showered and shampooed and shaved. There wasn’t any moisturizer or a blow-dryer. Of course not—soldier boy isn’t into metro. She dried off and wrapped herself in the large white towel before she left the bathroom. She might be having great, hot sex but that didn’t mean she was going to parade around in her jiggling, bouncing skin. Aiden might not be the only one who lived in this house.
In the bedroom, lying on the bed, was a uniform and some underwear and a bra. There were also socks and some nice shiny boots. Everything was smaller than what Aiden would wear. Not that he would wear the bra, of course. “Aiden? Where are my clothes?”
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