Kill Shot by J. D. Faver Page B

again and grazed her cheeks with his fingertips. “But, don’t worry. I’m a big guy and I’m pretty good at my job. I promise not to take any unnecessary chances.”
    Micki took a deep breath and cleared her throat which had suddenly become husky. She nodded and leaned against Oz’ shoulder. “You better not.”
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    The fact that Micki was worried about him made him hopeful. At least she cared enough to bitch at him.
    She announced the intention of taking a shower, leaving him to clear the remains of their meal and check the locks.
    He stored his gun in the drawer of the bedside table and unfastened his ankle holster, tucking it beside the other weapon. He unbuttoned his shirt and heard the water start in the shower. In a moment he’d dropped his clothes and stood naked outside the bathroom door.
    He knew there was some reason Micki didn’t want to make love to him even though the attraction was still obviously there. He thought it was about commitment.
    I’ve only got one chance to make this right.
    He turned the knob and entered the bathroom. Steam had fogged up the mirror in spite of the exhaust fan. Oz stepped behind the curtain and gazed at Micki standing under the shower.
    She was crying.
    “Aw, Micki...” He pulled her out of the direct stream of water.
    She looked surprised, but didn’t order him out. Oz held her gaze locked with his. He stroked her arms with his fingertips, willing her to leap into his embrace.
    “Come on, Micki. I can’t do it all. Give me something.” His heart pounded as he reached for her.
    A single tear rolled down her wet cheek. Micki opened her arms and raised her trembling chin. That was enough.
    Oz lifted her, cradling her head in his hand as he kissed her lips. She tasted like tears. Her arms came around his neck and she kissed him fiercely, clinging to him as though she was drowning. The ache that had lived in his chest dissolved in a warm glow.
    Her body was like silk beneath his fingers. He stroked her breast and pressed against the length of her, his hands sliding over her curves.
    Her legs wrapped around his torso and he grinned. There it is . An engraved invitation. Micki and Oz are together again . He’d make sure she remembered this night as long as she lived.
    He touched her and caressed her body as he knew she liked to be touched. Micki nipped his shoulder, her teeth grazing his skin. He held her against the wall of the shower and teased her nipples with his tongue.
    “Oz,” she whimpered his name, a note of urgency lingering in the air.
    He entered her body and rocked her in his arms against the side of the shower, her body arching into his. Locking her legs behind him, she ground herself against him. It was as though no time had passed, as though she had never broken up with him. He thought the joining of their bodies signaled a reunion of their spirits, of their relationship. She held on as she rode him to her own rhythm.
    She bit her lip and groaned as she climaxed while he gripped her tight against him and rubbed against the spot that gave her the most pleasure.
    He brushed her wet hair away from her face enjoying the flush of her skin and the grin on her face. She opened her eyes to catch him grinning back at her. “That was great,” she gasped.
    “I’m not through with you,” he growled.
    Her laughter reverberated off the glass tiles and echoed throughout her body. The muscle spasms gave him a delicious squeeze as he found her lips again. “Not by a long shot.” He reprised his efforts on her behalf, making sure she was thoroughly sated.
    He finally surrendered to the pleasure of joining her orgasm. Her body arched against his as she rode the tidal wave engulfing them both.
    He held her cradled in his arms in the steamy shower, her head against his shoulder and her legs still gripping his hips. He lifted her chin for another kiss before stepping under the rain shower again. Warm water caressed his skin, cooling the fires left smoldering. It pleased