Explosive Alliance (Wingmen Warriors 9)

Once inside, he slid her down along the front of him until there was no mistaking how very much he wanted her. "Finally."

"Finally," she echoed against his mouth.

Looping her arms around his neck, she urged his head down and took the most from the moment as fully as she took his mouth, his kiss, the heat of more dry lightning and want that had been building for weeks. Even longer perhaps, years since she'd indulged in fantasies of a man and a moment just like this.

Bo skimmed more kisses along her cheek, up into her hair until he nuzzled in that way he had of catching her fragrance, which sent a whole new shiver through her. Thank goodness she'd allowed herself the silly vanity of jasmine-scented shampoo and loose hair for the evening.

Her hands climbed inside his shirt to hold him closer, and yes, to feel the warmth of his skin. "I think it's time we test out your sexual peaking theory."

"With any luck," he paused, inhaling along her neck, "there's going to be plenty of peaking going on soon."

"How soon?" She arched to look up at him, which happened to bring her h*ps closer to his, cradling the hard ridge of his obvious desire against her stomach with delicious intimacy.

"Not too soon, I hope. Although if you keep wriggling like that..." He groaned, backing her toward the hall, his arms linked around her waist guiding her along with him in a sort of tuneless dance toward his bedroom.

She'd showered in the guest bath earlier while he was in his room, so there hadn't been time to see more of where he lived. Although in seconds she would be seeing far more of him.

He toed open the door. "Time to live in the moment. No intrusions or interruptions."

They crossed the threshold into his room, the ardent caress of his hands beneath her shirt leaving little rational thought to register much of her surroundings beyond the queen-size bed, a framed Hard Rock Cafe poster...and yes, yes, yes, a sprawling bed with an inviting red-striped comforter.

And had she mentioned the big bed? "No interruptions?"

"None." He backed from her slowly, hands touching until the very...last...second.

She almost moaned at the loss of his touch. If her knees went this weak over a few kisses, she would be a serious mess soon. She sagged to the edge of his bed, watching with curiosity as he strode across the room and swept aside the mini-blinds. Bo jerked open the window, reached to unclip his cell phone and...

Pitched it outside.

"Ohmigod!" She collapsed onto her elbows into the soft give of down filling. "I can't believe you just did that."

"Oh, yeah? Then you probably won't believe this, either." He scooped up the telephone from the bedside table and yanked.

The wire popped from the wall.

A delicious shiver tickled up her spine. Sure it was a macho show and the phone in the next room was still in working order. But, oh, my, it was a wonderfully romantic gesture because it showed he'd listened to her about Kurt's workaholic distance.

Kurt had lavished her with everything from body oils to expensive lingerie, even a roomful of roses and a tray of fresh oysters once, all in an attempt to be good to her. He'd vowed he wanted to shower her with everything, yet always withheld the one thing she craved most, his sole focus.

Her husband could have been seconds away from penetration, and if the phone rang or doorbell chimed, he'd skim a quick kiss while he hiked his pants back up. Now she knew she'd been second to crooks.

Not anymore. She'd made major strides in reconciling her past tonight, and she wouldn't let thoughts of that dead bastard steal even one iota of her attention. Bo deserved a hundred percent of her focus, as well.>Realization cold-cocked him. This was her old neighborhood, her old house. He pulled alongside the curb and slid the Jeep into neutral.

Holy crap, crime paid well. Even in the dark of night with only the stars and a couple of security lights, he could see she'd lived in one helluva place during her time here as Mrs.

Haugen. Two stories, the house was easily four thousand square feet of fairly new construction to go with those columns and wraparound porch.

He would never be able to give a wife anything close to this. Not that he was thinking in those terms about the woman next to him. Sure he wanted to get married someday when the right one came along, but he and Paige had never discussed there being anything beyond next week.

Still, he tried to reconcile his image of the practical woman next to him in that house.

He'd seen enough of her brother's faltering business to know she was more than pulling her weight around there, and he'd never heard her complain.

His mind tripped over a question he hadn't considered before. How badly did Vic need money?

"I forgot about the flowers."

Her amazed whisper closed off other thoughts.