The Next Move by Lauren Gallagher Page B

the drive to his place, he gave her a sly grin. "You know, I have to confess something. Even before we started sleeping together, I thought you were hot with a gun."
              Her cheeks burned and she laughed. "Really?"
              "God, yes. There’s just something about a woman with a high-powered weapon that’s…" He trailed off, shaking his head. "The number of times I’ve thought about bending you over the bench…"
              " Christian Bailey !" She laughed. "You dirty bastard."
              He put his hand on her leg and glanced at her. Shifting his attention back to the road, he headed off the freeway onto the main drag that led towards his house.
    Anticipation rippled through Kat. "I’ll bet you’d fuck me while I was shooting," she said, grinning with satisfaction as his fingers twitched on her thigh and the car accelerated just slightly. "You could hold my hips steady while I fired away."
    He squirmed in his seat. "Tease."
    "Pity the range master is always there." She trailed a fingertip over the back of his hand. "I wonder, with you fucking me up against the bench, how tight my groupings would be."
    Squeezing her thigh again, he said, "Assuming I didn’t
    fuck you so hard you couldn’t see the target anymore."
    She sucked in a breath. "You know, that might even be worth the risk of getting caught."
    "Don’t tempt me."
    "Don’t tempt you? You’ve never objected before."
    He laughed. "You know what I mean."
    "Right.   Don’t tempt you at the gun range. Duly noted." She paused. "But you didn’t specify anything else, so…" Freeing her arm from the shoulder strap of her seatbelt, she pulled her shirt off.
    He looked at her, eyes widening, then faced the road again. "Now that’s cruel."
    "Just because you can’t look doesn’t mean you can’t touch."
    He grinned. "Don’t mind if I do." Reaching across the console, he cupped her breast, running his thumb over the fabric until he found her nipple. He circled it gently. "Pity you’ll have to put your shirt back on before we get out of the car."
    "Then you’ll just have to take it off of me again, won’t you?"
    He glanced at her shirt on the seat. "That’s not an expensive shirt, is it?"
    She furrowed her brow. "Why?"
    He chuckled. "Because it might get ripped."
              "Oh really?"
              "Yes, really."
              "Hmm, maybe I should save you a step, then." She slid down in the seat. It was dark, but the streetlights could still give an eyeful to someone who looked at the right moment. Then she reached back and unsnapped her bra.
              He released a breath as her bra went slack in his hand. Closing his fingers around it, he gently tugged it off of her arms, then cupped her breast again. His voice was a hoarse whisper. "I can’t guarantee we’re going to make it through the front door now."
              Trailing her fingertips down his forearm, she said, "Do you have condoms with you?"
              He cursed. "No. Do you?"
              "Not one."
    "Then I guess we’ll have to get in the house, won’t
    we?"
              "I guess we will." But as he pulled into his driveway, she unbuckled her seatbelt and, as soon as the car was in park, moved across the seats, kissing him deeply before he’d even unbuckled his own seatbelt.
              He kissed down her neck to her breasts, gently rolling her nipple between his teeth. "You’re an evil woman, you know that?"
              "And I think you like it."
              "Oh..." He breathed against her breast. "I do. I definitely do." He flicked his tongue across her skin, then looked up at her. "Put your shirt on."
    She gave him a playful grin. "What? Why?"
    "Because we need to get inside the house so I can get inside you."
              "Not yet." She ran her fingertips up his thigh, then squeezed his cock through his jeans. She smiled against his lips when he