Night Rescuer. Cindy Dees

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      He groaned, and she laughed, and the wave of their lovemaking came crashing down upon them, racing up onto shore, tumbling them in its joyous chaos, depositing them upon the sands of a pleasure so intense neither of them could move, let alone stand up. The wave retreated slowly, leaving in its wake a sparkling diamond mist of joy hanging in the sunlight of their souls.

      He collapsed onto his back, dragging her down on top of him. She sprawled, satisfyingly boneless, across his insanely sated body. He tingled from the top of his spinning head to the burning soles of his feet.

      “Wow,” she breathed. “Double wow.”

      He chuckled. “Triple wow.”

      She lifted her head languidly, and a shaft of moonlight caught her hair, turning it to spun gold as it draped over her shoulder to tickle his chest. “Wanna do that again?”

      “And again, and again, and again.”

      “Only four times? I thought you looked like you’re in better shape than that.”

      He laughed up at her. “Don’t tempt me. The night is young.”

      “Hah. I dare you.”

      He narrowed his gaze in a mock scowl. “Thing is, I need you to be able to walk sometime in the next week. Sorry, honey, but I’m going to have to restrain myself.”

      Her fingernails raked across his chest just hard enough to make him flinch. They trailed down his side and across his hip. “Restrain this,” she murmured.

      His willing body leaped to attention with surprising alacrity.

      “Mmm. That’s more like it,” she murmured.

      “The woman is a wildcat. What have I gotten myself into?”

      “You have no idea,” she replied, abruptly serious. “I’ll do my best to keep you out of it, though. I promise.”

      He rolled over, pinning her beneath him. “You’ll do no such thing. I’m involved with you now, whether you like it or not.” They’d looked into each other’s souls, for crying out loud. They were most definitely in this together. Whatever this was.

      Chapter 4

      Melina woke up to bright sunlight the next morning, and the oddest sensation under her faintly aching head. Her ear rested on something warm and resilient and suspiciously like a…

      She sat bolt upright. Her suspicion had been correct. It was a muscular, and very male, shoulder. And it belonged to John Hollister. It hadn’t been a dream. A wonderful, incredible, spectacular dream. A perfect night.

      Well, at least she’d managed one perfect night before she checked out of the ol’ mortal coil. She supposed that was something to be pleased about. John shifted beside her and she glanced down. She was startled to see gray eyes gazing steadily back at her, clear and fully alert. No hangover for him, no sir.

      “How’re you feeling this morning?” he asked with a distinct note of caution in his voice.

      She smiled down at him. “A little dehydration headache, but nothing a couple aspirin and some water won’t take care of.”

      “I have some good painkillers if the aspirin doesn’t work,” he mentioned as he sat up, pooling the sheet in his lap. My, my, my. The man had acres of muscles her anatomy textbooks couldn’t have rendered any better.

      She shrugged. “I never do anything stronger than aspirin.”

      “Lucky you. In my line of work, I end up taking all kinds of stuff to keep going. Or at least I used to.”

      And what line of work would that be, exactly? It occurred to her that he’d drawn quite a bit of information out of her last night but had failed to reciprocate with even the sketchiest details of his life. The sum total of what she knew about him was that he worked for a private courier company, he knew where to pick up a weapon in Peru, and he was positively unbelievable in bed. She’d never been with a man even remotely like him. He made the rest of them seem like adolescent boys fumbling their way through the act.

      He swung his feet out of the bed and strolled, gloriously and unconcernedly naked, into the bathroom. Now that was a view a girl could get used to.

      “Wanna shower first?” he called out to her.

      A slow smile spread across her face. In for a penny, in for a pound. She got out of bed and strolled equally as naked to the bathroom. “How ’bout we share the hot water?”

      As she rounded the corner, he looked up from a handful of pills, startled. “Uhh, okay. Lemme get these down.”

      She stepped forward, curious. “What are those?”

      “Carisoprodol.”

      “A high-powered muscle relaxant? For what?” she asked.

      Now, he looked really surprised. “How do you know what carisoprodol does?”

      “I work for a pharmaceutical firm, remember?”

      “Doing what?”

      “Research, mostly.”

      “What kind of research?”

      The kind she emphatically didn’t want to talk about. She replied lightly, “The medical kind, mostly.” She stepped over to the shower’s water spigot. “Do you like it cool or screaming hot?”

      He stepped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. He murmured in her ear, “The more screaming, the better, darlin’.”

      Laughing she stepped into the shower with him and forgot all about carisoprodol. That was until she moved around behind him to soap up his back. The circular, puckered scar just to the left of his L-4 lumbar vertebra was impossible to miss. Still red, the scar was obviously less than a year old. And was just as obviously a bullet wound.

      “Your last girlfriend shot you, huh?” she remarked as she sudsed up the scar.

      He started like he’d forgotten it was back there. His back muscles bunched into rock hard ridges of…of what? Embarrassment? Stress? Denial? She couldn’t read him at all. A need to comfort him surprised her. She wasn’t usually the maternal kind, and John didn’t strike her as the kind of man who needed or appreciated being mothered. He was an adult in charge of his own life all the way.

      The least she could do was distract him from his scar since she was the one who brought it up. She slid around in front of him, rubbing her slippery, soapy body against his as she went. “Mmm. Nice,” she murmured, smiling up at him.

      “You’re a beautiful woman, Melina Montez,” he murmured back. He slicked her hair back from her face, studying her seriously. “Not that many women look this good with their hair wet and no makeup.”

      “You obviously are blinded by the soap in your eyes,” she replied, laughing.

      “I may be blinded, baby, but it isn’t soap doing the job.”

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