At Your Command. Julie Miller

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      Zachariah inhaled a deep, steadying breath and buttoned his shirt. He was a Marine, damn it, not some lovesick puppy. Though, with his mug, he hadn’t had the same success as some of his poster-boy comrades; this wasn’t the first time he’d come home on leave, picked up a woman at a bar and spent the night with her. It was the first time he’d spent six nights with the same woman. The first time he’d ever had any trouble kissing her goodbye, thanking her and walking away.

      Hell. He was beginning to feel like he was never going to get enough of her. The cool, conservative attorney with the secretly sinful alter ego wasn’t intimidated by his crew cut or brawn or bad-ass bravado. If anything, the challenge of going head-to-head with him seemed to excite her. It excited him. From the moment she’d walked into Groucho’s Pub in the heart of D.C. nearly a week ago, and refused to let him buy her a drink, the game between them had been on.

      How could he leave before the game was finished?

      The bathroom door creaked open.

      Despite his best, self-preserving intentions, Zachariah’s gaze searched the mirror over the hotel room desk where he was dressing. He zeroed in on the cloud of steam filtering into the archway behind him, a tempting prelude to the Venus who’d follow.

      The steam carried the exotic scent that was uniquely Becky’s—a heady fragrance that reminded him of long nights in the tropics. Everything in him tensed with anticipation. If she was naked…

      “Whew! Now I’m awake.” The steam cleared and Becky appeared in the doorway.

      Thank God. He’d be able to walk away.

      Maybe.

      She wore a white, fluffy towel, tucked around her breasts sarong-style, covering her from her armpits to her thighs. It was a demure enough look if he didn’t already know what was hidden underneath. The skin he could see was pink from the shower’s heat, and try as he might, he couldn’t look away from the tempting sight. She dried her hair with a second towel, then tossed it onto the marble vanity beside the bathroom sink.

      Zachariah dropped his gaze to the glimpse of rounded butt cheek that appeared beneath the edge of the terry cloth as she leaned in closer to the mirror running the length of the vanity. He glanced back up as she finger-combed her hair. Damp from her shower, the white-gold waves had darkened to the color of wheat. One tendril stuck to her cheek, and before Zachariah could even identify the urge to do the job for her, she pulled it free and tucked it behind her ear. Only then did her deep cobalt eyes look up to meet his reflection in the mirror. “Good morning, big guy.”

      I have to go, he meant to say.

      “God, you’re gorgeous,” he said instead. That’s tellin’ her, Clarksie. Way to be large and in charge. How the hell was he supposed to begin this farewell conversation? Where was that hoo-yah drive to get the job done?

      Twin dots of rosy color dotted her creamy cheeks—the ones up top. But she neither thanked him for the compliment nor made any effort to put him out of his ineloquent misery. Instead, Becky pulled a bottle from her toiletry bag and dabbed lotion onto her face. She worked and conversed as if this was any other morning. As if they had a thousand more mornings together instead of just hours.

      “You wore me out last night. Again.” Her low, husky laugh danced across his skin. His dick stirred in a helpless response to the sound, as if she had caressed him there. “I don’t think I’ve ever had this much exercise on a vacation before.”

      Setting aside his goodbye mission for a moment, Zachariah played the double-entendre game, too. “I’ve always enjoyed a good workout myself.”

      “So…” She eyed his duffel bag on the bed. “Where will you be?”

      The bantering mood broken, he returned his attention to adjusting his collar. “We talked about this last night.”

      “I know you have to return to base to report for duty by noon—1200 hours, you said. I meant, where will you be stationed after that?”

      She wasn’t game-playing. But he couldn’t give her the straight answer she wanted. “That information’s classified.”

      Pulling out a comb, she made a job out of smoothing her hair into a sleek style before it dried into the loose tumble of waves he preferred. “Do we try to keep in touch? Write letters? Will you have access to a phone or e-mail?”

      “Possibly. But I’d have to contact you first to let you know the when, where and how. Until then, you won’t be able to reach me.”

      She nodded. “Will your mission be dangerous?”

      Special Ops assignments always were. He wasn’t an idiot about his safety or the safety of his men, but the risk inherent in his work couldn’t be denied. “Yes.”

      “Are you headed to the Middle East?”

      “Can’t say.”

      “Africa?”

      “Classified, darlin’.”

      “Are you staying stateside? Fighting the war on drugs?”

      “I can’t tell you.”

      Becky huffed what sounded like a curse, tossed the comb into the sink and spun around. “What can you tell me?”

      Was it the lawyer in her, asking all these questions? Was she picking a fight to make sure there weren’t any lingering emotions or foolish expectations once he walked out the door? Or was this how she masked her concern? Sometimes, his parents got funny, too, over how secretive his work could be.

      “I’m waiting.” She gripped the vanity on either side of her, thrusting her tits forward in a defiant posture that strained the confines of the towel.

      Zachariah carefully considered her request. Even the Corps couldn’t control the way a man felt—but regulations were regulations. He held his hands up in mock surrender. “I can say that you may well have the most perfect set of breasts on the planet. Big enough that they can fill these hands without feelin’ like I’m gonna break something, yet soft and sassy enough that I know I’m dealin’ with the real thing.”

      After a long pause, the stern lines around her mouth eased and she laughed. “You like these, hmm?”

      “Oh, yeah.” Zachariah’s own mouth shifted into a cautious smile. “Are we okay?”

      She nodded. “It’s been fun, hasn’t it? Certainly not how I was expecting to spend these last few days before starting my new job with the State.”

      “Not what I had planned for my leave, either. But yeah, it was—” though the word felt inadequate, Zachariah felt stymied to come up with something better “—fun.”

      “And you’re leaving in five hours?”

      He’d better leave now. Or he’d have a unit of MPs on his tail to haul him back to base. Despite the desire drumming through his body, and the longing and guilt twisting him up deeper inside, Zachariah gathered his keys and billfold and stuffed them into his pockets. “I have to be at Quantico in five hours. I’m leaving sooner than that.” He СКАЧАТЬ