square your hips.”
“OK.”
“I’ll help you. Load up and cover your ears again.”
He set up a new paper target on the wire, sent it back to the wall. Meanwhile, she loaded her live ammo carefully and he watched her hands move on the gun. It was unbearably sexy, seeing her fingers sliding up and down the shaft, strong and confident. He was horrified when his cock twitched and he fought to control himself.
A moment later, he was almost lost, though, when he stood directly behind her. Gently, he placed his large hands on her hips, positioned her to face front. The scent of her hair was right under his nose and her sleek curves were under his fingers and he longed to push her up against the wall, palm that hot little pussy. He’d take her hard, he’d take her until she screamed. Unable to help himself, he dug in to her soft flesh, just a bit, wanting her to feel his touch through the material of her conservative navy blue skirt.
Cordelia was achingly aware that Hunter was right behind her. She felt his heat and strength and she wanted to just lean back in to it, to press in to that huge chest. She’d throw her head against his muscled shoulder as his fingers slid down her thighs and tugged her trim little skirt up. If those strong fingers shoved her panties aside, he’d find that she was totally, completely open and soaked for him. And if he slipped a thick, rough finger inside her now, she’d come on the spot and in seconds, she was sure of it.
He leaned forward, his breath on her cheek, and carefully squeezed her hips once more. She took that as a signal to fire, so she took a deep breath, tried to ignore her body’s helpless response to Hunter’s closeness. She stared at the target, stared at the ‘x’ at its heart. Her vision cleared, her body relaxed, her finger pulled.
It felt better this time, cleaner, more natural. When she stopped and dropped her arms, she felt Hunter’s breath on the back of her neck again. He tapped her earmuffs and she lifted them, rested them on her neck.
“Was that better?” she asked, her voice lower than usual.
“Yeah. For sure. Look.”
The target came close enough to see now and sure enough, she’d hit dead center three times.
“Huh.” She blinked. “Amazing.”
“You’re a damn good shot,” he said. “Let’s keep practicing.”
“Yeah, OK.” She stepped away from him to reload her gun and felt a twinge of loss and regret at doing so. “A few more rounds.”
“Quite a few.” Sully didn’t think she’d need much more practice, to be honest, but he did think he wanted to keep standing right behind her, touching her hips. He argued with himself that it was to help her, to give her some guidance, but he knew damn good and well that was bullshit. He just liked touching her and he was going to do it every single chance he got. And as Garrett Baker, he’d do nothing but touch her when they were out in public. The thought both terrified and elated him.
Fuck. I’m dead in the water here. Goddammit.
Chapter Six
“So. You are Hunter Sullivan are playing husband and wife. Again.”
Cordelia sighed and turned around. Chantal was standing in her bedroom doorway, studying her carefully. Her Mom’s eyes were shrewd and clever behind her glasses and Cordelia knew that her mother saw everything written on her face. Cordelia had gotten her natural people-reading ability from someone , after all… and that person was now standing smack in front of her. She was also going in to Spanish Inquisition Mode and Cordelia braced herself.
“Yes.” Cordelia folded some underwear and packed it in her brand-new crazy-expensive suitcase. Dallas had sent a whole set over while she was at the range and she’d almost passed out when she’d seen the monogram ‘LV’ on the distinctive brown leather.
The six-piece set had been sitting in the middle of her single bed, passing judgement on her bedroom, she was sure. The luggage had made the whole room look shabbier and
“OK.”
“I’ll help you. Load up and cover your ears again.”
He set up a new paper target on the wire, sent it back to the wall. Meanwhile, she loaded her live ammo carefully and he watched her hands move on the gun. It was unbearably sexy, seeing her fingers sliding up and down the shaft, strong and confident. He was horrified when his cock twitched and he fought to control himself.
A moment later, he was almost lost, though, when he stood directly behind her. Gently, he placed his large hands on her hips, positioned her to face front. The scent of her hair was right under his nose and her sleek curves were under his fingers and he longed to push her up against the wall, palm that hot little pussy. He’d take her hard, he’d take her until she screamed. Unable to help himself, he dug in to her soft flesh, just a bit, wanting her to feel his touch through the material of her conservative navy blue skirt.
Cordelia was achingly aware that Hunter was right behind her. She felt his heat and strength and she wanted to just lean back in to it, to press in to that huge chest. She’d throw her head against his muscled shoulder as his fingers slid down her thighs and tugged her trim little skirt up. If those strong fingers shoved her panties aside, he’d find that she was totally, completely open and soaked for him. And if he slipped a thick, rough finger inside her now, she’d come on the spot and in seconds, she was sure of it.
He leaned forward, his breath on her cheek, and carefully squeezed her hips once more. She took that as a signal to fire, so she took a deep breath, tried to ignore her body’s helpless response to Hunter’s closeness. She stared at the target, stared at the ‘x’ at its heart. Her vision cleared, her body relaxed, her finger pulled.
It felt better this time, cleaner, more natural. When she stopped and dropped her arms, she felt Hunter’s breath on the back of her neck again. He tapped her earmuffs and she lifted them, rested them on her neck.
“Was that better?” she asked, her voice lower than usual.
“Yeah. For sure. Look.”
The target came close enough to see now and sure enough, she’d hit dead center three times.
“Huh.” She blinked. “Amazing.”
“You’re a damn good shot,” he said. “Let’s keep practicing.”
“Yeah, OK.” She stepped away from him to reload her gun and felt a twinge of loss and regret at doing so. “A few more rounds.”
“Quite a few.” Sully didn’t think she’d need much more practice, to be honest, but he did think he wanted to keep standing right behind her, touching her hips. He argued with himself that it was to help her, to give her some guidance, but he knew damn good and well that was bullshit. He just liked touching her and he was going to do it every single chance he got. And as Garrett Baker, he’d do nothing but touch her when they were out in public. The thought both terrified and elated him.
Fuck. I’m dead in the water here. Goddammit.
Chapter Six
“So. You are Hunter Sullivan are playing husband and wife. Again.”
Cordelia sighed and turned around. Chantal was standing in her bedroom doorway, studying her carefully. Her Mom’s eyes were shrewd and clever behind her glasses and Cordelia knew that her mother saw everything written on her face. Cordelia had gotten her natural people-reading ability from someone , after all… and that person was now standing smack in front of her. She was also going in to Spanish Inquisition Mode and Cordelia braced herself.
“Yes.” Cordelia folded some underwear and packed it in her brand-new crazy-expensive suitcase. Dallas had sent a whole set over while she was at the range and she’d almost passed out when she’d seen the monogram ‘LV’ on the distinctive brown leather.
The six-piece set had been sitting in the middle of her single bed, passing judgement on her bedroom, she was sure. The luggage had made the whole room look shabbier and
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