downtown Annapolis fade into the distance. The taxi
motored along, dodging in and out of moorings that bobbed on the water. His arm
pressing against hers again, she could feel the tension in his muscles. Such
power in this man, she pondered, wondering what it would feel like to have that
power inside of her. She felt herself grow wet at the idea, and the heat
between her thighs ached for his touch.
“So, how do you feel about having a baby
in the house?” Mick’s attempt at small talk was just the cold shower Lacey
needed.
Feeling her temperature drop to normal, Lacey
pursed her lips together thoughtfully. “I haven’t even had time to digest the
idea. It’s just something we’ll deal with together, I guess.”
“Do you want to have kids of your own?”
“Me?” Lacey shifted in her seat, enjoying
the way her thigh pressed against his in the act. “Well, I’d like to get my
career on track first. But maybe. How about you?”
“It’s a possibility,” he answered
noncommittally.
A sudden cold gust of wind had Lacey
impulsively snuggling closer, stealing his heat. She glanced up, almost in apology,
and a lock of hair blew across her eyes. As Mick lifted his hand to put the
lock in its rightful place, his hand caressed her cheek.
His light touch was all the encouragement
she needed. Without thinking— finally , without thinking—she
leaned in, raising her mouth to his in silent plea. Go ahead, her heart
whispered as the warmth of his lips met hers, gently at first, then with a
searing passion.
Tilting her head, she savored him,
breathing in his musky scent. Her hands splayed across his chest, stroking the
rippling muscles. Half-growling in response, he pulled her onto his lap, and
she felt the sweet pressure of his erection against the seat of her capris.
The heat between them radioactive, his
grip tightened, his hands immersed in her hair. Her pulse raced at the feel of
his chest and arms enveloping her, consuming all her senses. She opened her
lips, full of wanting, her mouth fierce upon his.
Tasting him, she was desperate now,
silently requesting—no, demanding—that they take the next step. She
needed to feel him on her, inside of her. She needed it more than any damn real
estate listing.
Her mouth devoured him, sending every
signal she knew to tell him: Now. Take me now. Anywhere. Anyhow you please .
His breathing ragged, he traced the line
of tender skin at the base of her neck downward to her back, and then grasped
her arms like he would never let go.
Their port coming into view, the water
taxi’s horn blew. Mick inhaled sharply at the intrusion and he drew back suddenly
from Lacey.
“What?” Lacey asked in a frantic hush,
shattering inside from the parting of their flesh.
“I’m sorry.” He let out a muffled string
of curses. “You laid out the rules, and I slipped. Damn , you just look
so gorgeous tonight.”
“But I—”
“No. I really am sorry.” His voice adamant,
he forced a laugh, glancing down at the strappy sandals that Maeve had traded
with Lacey earlier that evening. “Happens every time you wear heels.”
“Maybe I should wear heels more often,
then.”
Her comment made Mick gnash his teeth. “Great
friend I am. Give a girl a couple glasses of wine, ask her if she wants to have
kids, then move in for the kill. Talk about sending the wrong signals.”
“That’s not what happened, Mick.”
“Look, Lacey, I am obviously attracted to
you. But if you’re going to break your rule about men right now, you should
probably do it with someone who can offer you some kind of a future.”
“What do you mean?”
“I won’t be staying here. I fully intend
to go back to the SEALs when I’m done with this tour. That means I’ll be headed
to San Diego and then overseas. Correct me if I’m wrong, but I don’t think
you’re looking for a relationship that has an expire date.”
Lacey bit her lip uneasily, desperately
wanting to lie. If she could just enjoy the
motored along, dodging in and out of moorings that bobbed on the water. His arm
pressing against hers again, she could feel the tension in his muscles. Such
power in this man, she pondered, wondering what it would feel like to have that
power inside of her. She felt herself grow wet at the idea, and the heat
between her thighs ached for his touch.
“So, how do you feel about having a baby
in the house?” Mick’s attempt at small talk was just the cold shower Lacey
needed.
Feeling her temperature drop to normal, Lacey
pursed her lips together thoughtfully. “I haven’t even had time to digest the
idea. It’s just something we’ll deal with together, I guess.”
“Do you want to have kids of your own?”
“Me?” Lacey shifted in her seat, enjoying
the way her thigh pressed against his in the act. “Well, I’d like to get my
career on track first. But maybe. How about you?”
“It’s a possibility,” he answered
noncommittally.
A sudden cold gust of wind had Lacey
impulsively snuggling closer, stealing his heat. She glanced up, almost in apology,
and a lock of hair blew across her eyes. As Mick lifted his hand to put the
lock in its rightful place, his hand caressed her cheek.
His light touch was all the encouragement
she needed. Without thinking— finally , without thinking—she
leaned in, raising her mouth to his in silent plea. Go ahead, her heart
whispered as the warmth of his lips met hers, gently at first, then with a
searing passion.
Tilting her head, she savored him,
breathing in his musky scent. Her hands splayed across his chest, stroking the
rippling muscles. Half-growling in response, he pulled her onto his lap, and
she felt the sweet pressure of his erection against the seat of her capris.
The heat between them radioactive, his
grip tightened, his hands immersed in her hair. Her pulse raced at the feel of
his chest and arms enveloping her, consuming all her senses. She opened her
lips, full of wanting, her mouth fierce upon his.
Tasting him, she was desperate now,
silently requesting—no, demanding—that they take the next step. She
needed to feel him on her, inside of her. She needed it more than any damn real
estate listing.
Her mouth devoured him, sending every
signal she knew to tell him: Now. Take me now. Anywhere. Anyhow you please .
His breathing ragged, he traced the line
of tender skin at the base of her neck downward to her back, and then grasped
her arms like he would never let go.
Their port coming into view, the water
taxi’s horn blew. Mick inhaled sharply at the intrusion and he drew back suddenly
from Lacey.
“What?” Lacey asked in a frantic hush,
shattering inside from the parting of their flesh.
“I’m sorry.” He let out a muffled string
of curses. “You laid out the rules, and I slipped. Damn , you just look
so gorgeous tonight.”
“But I—”
“No. I really am sorry.” His voice adamant,
he forced a laugh, glancing down at the strappy sandals that Maeve had traded
with Lacey earlier that evening. “Happens every time you wear heels.”
“Maybe I should wear heels more often,
then.”
Her comment made Mick gnash his teeth. “Great
friend I am. Give a girl a couple glasses of wine, ask her if she wants to have
kids, then move in for the kill. Talk about sending the wrong signals.”
“That’s not what happened, Mick.”
“Look, Lacey, I am obviously attracted to
you. But if you’re going to break your rule about men right now, you should
probably do it with someone who can offer you some kind of a future.”
“What do you mean?”
“I won’t be staying here. I fully intend
to go back to the SEALs when I’m done with this tour. That means I’ll be headed
to San Diego and then overseas. Correct me if I’m wrong, but I don’t think
you’re looking for a relationship that has an expire date.”
Lacey bit her lip uneasily, desperately
wanting to lie. If she could just enjoy the
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