Page 11 of Back the Blue

Size 10 pants, large top, size 8 shoe, and I like romance novels

I chuckle and send back a quick 10-4. Then my mind runs wild with the confirmation of her very curvy body and her desire to read about romance and how much I’d like to take a starring role in her fantasies. At least until I can make them real.

Seven

After a quick 10-4 back from Ashley, I wander the small space to take things in. I can only assume that the FBI keeps places like this on hand for these situations. But I wonder if the locations ever change? It would make sense to do so if you really didn’t want someone found, right? Of course, judging by what I find here, it looks like they at least give you the bare minimum to live.

There are basic toiletries in the bathroom, which is why Ashley probably suggested a bath. And the fridge has water and sodas. The pantry contains non-perishables. The sight of which causes my stomach to growl. So, I take off my vest and make myself some popcorn. I usually eat around one in the morning on an overnight shift, so I’m not ready for anything more substantial just yet.

Substantial.

Speaking of which, Ashley had quite the substantial hard on earlier. It was more than obvious that he is well-proportioned. And my God, if his kiss was any indication, he certainly knows what to do with a woman. I was closer to coming from his kiss than I have been with some of my past lovers during the actual act of sex. Of course, the fact that I haven’t been properly laid in almost year probably helped a bit, too.

I putter around the space for the better part of an hour, not wanting to turn on the television because I don’t want to run the risk of a news story about the fucking kingpin that wants to kill me.

“God dammit!” I shout to the air. “This is fucking insane!”

Unable to remain comfortable in my own skin anymore, I decide to take a quick shower. I double check the lock on the door first before also locking myself in the bathroom. When I strip out of my clothes, I curse at the sight of a bruise on my abdomen where the bullet struck my vest. More than likely it will turn several ugly shades of bruised before it fades. But I’d much rather deal with that than be dead.

Growling at my inability to keep that thought out of my head, I crank on the water and wait until the small space starts to fill with steam before I step under the scalding hot spray. I let the water run over me for several long minutes until I feel my body relax. When I start to feel semi-normal again, I go about washing up. After I finish, I pull the towel into the space with me to start drying off, just to stay in the small cocoon of warmth.

Since the mirror is throughly fogged up, I simply finger comb my shoulder-length hair before opening the door. When I do, and I step back into the room, I gasp at the sight of Ashley. He’s no longer in his tactical gear. He’s wearing jeans and a polo shirt with boots and looks completely fuckable. When he hears me, he lifts his head in my direction.

The low growl that leaves him as he takes in my semi-naked state is one of the sexiest things I’ve ever heard. Then he walks toward me. Slowly. Like a predator of some sort. The sight of him like this, with all of that intense concentration locked on me, makes me wetter than the shower just did. I wait until he stops in front of me before I speak.

“What’s wrong, Ashley?”

His eyes close at the sound of his name. When they open again, they are dark with desire.

“I’m here to protect you, Lorna.”

“Yes, I know.”

“But I don’t want to protect you right now.”

My jaw drops. And he steps closer, his chest just a breath away from my towel covered breasts.

“What do you want to do?” I ask in a breathless voice.

Very slowly, he slides his hands over my cheeks to gently grip my face. Then, after a long look at my lips, he leans in close, his expression more intense than I’ve ever seen it.

“I want to claim you as mine, Lorna,” he growls. “I want to rip that towel off your sinful body and lick you from head to toe and back. I want to bury my cock in your pussy and make you scream my name for hours. I want to banish the memory of any other man you’ve been with from your mind until your only thought is of me. That is what I want to do right now.”

My entire body shivers at his words. A soft moan leaves me, and I bite my lip. This distracts him for a moment as his eyes once again fall to my lips.

I want him to do every damn thing he just said.

And I tell him so.

“I want that, too,” I breathe as his eyes snap back to mine. “I want you, Ashley.”

“Christ,” he hisses.

For a moment, I think he’s going to do just what he said. Hell, I even find myself rising onto my toes in anticipation of it. But just when I can’t take it anymore, he closes his eyes and growls.

“God, Lorna, you’re going to be the death of me.”

“What?” I snap.

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