Page 134 of What About Love

Her hand froze, and she pushed back, not far but as far as the pillow would allow in order to frown up into his face. “I saved your ass, didn’t I?”

“You did. That was a helluva precision shot, scoring a direct hit to a sniper’s gun hand from three hundred yards.”

“Um, about that—” she began hesitantly.

“I know you were aiming for his head, dead-eye.”

“Someone told you,” she accused.

And they called women gossips. These guys were worse than a group of blue-haired women having tea after Sunday services. None of them could button it or resist teasing the other. Her included. On the way home and at the hospital, they’d called her Dead-eye Hixson. It was like the grief she got as a cop. Except from the Rossi men, it was teasing with genuine affection.

“You’ll learn those headsets are sensitive.”

“Great.”

“You ratted yourself out to the general, but that’s okay. Others might have taken the glory rather than admit their kill shot was several feet off the mark.”

“Not that many,” she grumbled. “Two at most. But to be completely honest, I’m thankful my miss hit a mark at all and took him out. Or...” Her voice trailed off.

His arm tightened around her. “Yeah. I believe someone besides a pretty, hazel-eyed gal in a tree was watching out for me.”

“I believe that, too, honey. Maybe it’s a sign that things are about to go your way for a change.”

“With you in my arms again, I’m becoming a big believer in signs.”

He lowered his lips to take her mouth, but at the last second, she pulled back. “That’s it? No more grief over my crappy accuracy? What happened to my drill sergeant trainer?”

He chuckled. “I’m in a good mood, my throbbing shoulder notwithstanding, so I’m cutting you some slack today. Tomorrow is another story.”

“What happens tomorrow?” she asked tentatively, not sure if she wanted to hear.

“Your ass is mine.”

She giggled. “Is that all? Correct me if I’m wrong, considering all we did today, but isn’t my ass yours already?”

“I stand corrected. Your ass is mine in the simulator. We’re going to conquer that sucker together so I don’t have a shit fit the next time Cap gets a wild hair to turn you into a sharpshooter.”

“Hey! I held my own.”

“You got lucky. And I’m thankful that you did because so did I. We’re not depending on luck anymore. I have a few new training techniques up my sleeve to get you there. So next time—and I have a feeling with you working for Rossi there will be a next time—if it becomes necessary, you’ll have skill on your side and won’t have to depend on luck.”

“What kind of new techniques?” Concern echoed in her voice, practically feeling his hard palm on her backside—sixty-one swats to be specific—like the last time.

“All in good time, my trainee fiancée.” The sound of his deep, husky chuckle didn’t bode well for her.

His hands had begun to rove, however, and his lips had found the sweet spot on her neck below her ear. “T, wait, I want to know,” she protested weakly.

“All in good time,” he repeated.

She would have pressed for more, but he was done talking, his hard cock pressing between her thighs and gliding along the smooth wet lips of her pussy taking priority. He slid his hand behind her neck and pulled her mouth against his. He then loved her in a slow, steamy vanilla fashion the likes of which neither of them would soon forget.

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