Page 118 of Rock Chick

My head tilted to look at him and say something like, “coffee,” “toothpaste” or “more” and his mouth came to mine.

He hauled me up so I was sprawled fully on him. His hand moved out of my underwear and both hands went up my sides. His mouth disengaged with mine and then,whoosh, the Night Stalker tee was gone.

I was skin-on-skin with Lee. I felt a moment of elation mingled with extreme panic, and before I could decide which one to give reign to I was flipped over on my back and Lee was on me.

At first he was kissing my mouth, his hands everywhere, skimming, gentle and arousing. Then his mouth left mine. It went to my neck, my throat, my breasts, my belly, following his hands and then…

Yikes!

My hips jerked in shock as he kissed methere, his mouth moving over my panties.

“You okay?” he mumbled against me.

I mumbled back, “Yes,” but my mind said,Yes, yes, a thousand times, YES!

His fingertips went into the waistband of my underwear and I knew we were close, very, very close. Or at least I was close. Panic fled and elation and arousal took firm control and my hands moved, my fingers delving into his hair.

Then the door buzzer went, three quick shots, three longer ones, three quick ones.

Lee immediately stopped what he was doing and came up over me.

“Fuck!” he exploded. “God, I’m sorry.Reallysorry.”

He got up and stalked naked from the room.

I laid there, half naked and fully in shock.

Foiled again.

What kind of luck was that? Was this divine intervention?

I rolled. I felt my aching body cry out in belated protest, grabbed my discarded tee from the floor and pulled it on. By the time I got it down, Lee was back in the room.

“One of my men has been shot,” he told me.

All aches and pains fled and I jumped out of bed.

“Oh my God.”

“Bobby and Matt are comin’ up. I’ve gotta jump in the shower. Let them in, will you?” he asked and disappeared into the bathroom.

I ran to the kitchen, tore through the cupboards and set the coffee to running when there came a knock at the door.

I looked out the peephole and let Bobby and Matt in.

They looked grim.

“You guys okay?”

Nods, no words.

“Who is it? How is he?” I went on.

“He was wearin’ a vest. Armor-piercing bullets.” This was all Matt said. This was all Matt needed to say.

“Oh no.” I scrambled through the kitchen. Lee had a collection of travel coffee mugs, definitely a man-on-the-go, not one that hangs around and sips his coffee. I yanked three down and asked, “Have you had breakfast? Do you want breakfast? I can make some quick toast.”

“Not hungry,” Bobby forced through stiff lips.

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