Privilege (Special Tactical Units Division 2)

“From what? Unless you can’t tell me,” she said, fluttering her lashes. “You know, if it was on some secret mission.”

He grinned, caught her finger and brought it to his lips.

“It was quite a mission, all right. But not secret.”

“No?”

“No.” He nipped her fingertip, then soothed the tiny bite with a kiss. “High school. Championship game. Fourth quarter. Tanner was supposed to pass to Roger Raintree, but he saw damn near the whole defensive line coming at him, so he threw to me instead.”

“Football!”

“Uh-huh.” He smiled. “The great American pastime.”

“Tanner was—what is it called? The quarterback?”

“Yup. I played tight end. Anyway, he sent that ball sailing over the heads of everybody, straight to me.”

“And you scored a goal.”

“A touchdown. Yes, I did—but on the way to the end zone, I met up with a guy from the Plains Pirates—the opposing team—who weighed seven hundred pounds.”

Bianca laughed. “Why do I think you’re exaggerating?”

“Okay. Six hundred pounds. Anyway, it didn’t matter. The important thing was that we won.”

“And you were…?”

“A Dakota Grizzly. Very imaginative, right?”

“You should have been called a wolf. Because that’s what you are. Big and smart and beautiful.”

His eyebrows rose. She blushed and buried her face against his chest. He rolled her gently onto her back.

“I like that,” he said. “Big. And smart. But beautiful? I think you’re looking at the wrong guy.”

“Beautiful,” she said emphatically.

Chay kissed her. Slowly. Tenderly, but with growing passion. She parted her lips, let him in, touched the tip of her tongue to his, and he gave a soft, sexy growl.

“Do you have any idea how it feels to have you in my arms?” he murmured. He kissed the hollow of her throat, kissed his way to her breasts, licked and then sucked on her nipples.

She could feel herself melting. Little sounds rose in her throat. Her breathing quickened. They’d just made love. How could she want him again?

There was no question that he wanted her.

He was hard again. Hard as a rock.

She put her hand between them and touched him.

He groaned.

“Do you like that?” she whispered.

He gave a broken laugh. “Too much. Unless you want this to end before it really begins.”

She loved hearing him say that. Feeling him surge against her hand.

“Baby,” he said in a warning whisper, and he caught her hand. Both her hands. Pinned them to the bed on either side of her hips. “My turn.” He shifted down over her body. Kissed her navel. Her belly. His breath was warm against her skin. “Do you like when I do this?”