Operation: Tempt Me (12 page)

“I promise
not to kill you, Lt. Daly. Maybe just brand you a little.”

He laughed,
between gasps. “God. Help. Me.”

Feeling like
a new woman, Cambrie rode his cock like she was riding the toughest bull
around. She bucked and lifted, bucked and lifted, setting a pace that would
surely destroy both of them if they didn’t come soon. Her gaze settled on
Miller’s distorted face, his cool composure replaced with flushed skin and
gritted teeth. Hell, yeah. She’d make damn sure he never forgot her.

Pivoting her
hips again allowed his cock to stroke a fascinating place just inside her
vagina. God, had that spot always been there? How come she’d never felt it
until now? Not wanting to lose the sensation, she fucked him harder and faster
as his hips thrust upward.

Her pussy
tightened, sending shockwaves throughout her womb. Little spasms grew into
massive ones until she screamed out, “Miller! Yes. Oh, yes.”

His body
tightened into one long stretch of muscles from toes to head, signaling his
release. But she couldn’t hold on any longer and collapsed onto Miller’s chest,
the fine mat of hair lightly dampened with perspiration. The coolness against
her cheek was welcomed.

“Cambrie. My
God. Cambrie.” Miller chanted her name about a dozen times, each time thrusting
and holding his cock deep inside her as his hands gripped her sides to keep her
anchored to his hips.

She regretted
the need to use a condom, wondering what it would feel like to have him shoot
his hot load into her aching pussy. To feel his wetness after he removed his
cock from its place in her pussy.

When his hips
stopped flexing, his arms circled her back and just held her. Not tight. Not
possessive.

Just…intimately.
That was the only way to describe it. The sheer romance of his embrace causing
her to sigh when he urged her aside to clean up.

Rolling onto
her back, she felt no shame in lying on her messed bed completely naked because
she didn’t have a lick of energy to make herself decent. Miller removed the
condom and turned to her. “Bathroom?”

“Second door
on the right. Don’t worry. If you make a mistake, you’ll just end up in the
linen closet.” He grinned when she laughed. “You can’t get lost in this small
apartment.”

“Baby, not to
worry,” he said, taking two giant steps back to the bed before leaning down and
kissing her lips with a loud smacking sound. “I can’t get lost with my training.
I’ll always find a way back to you.”

With that, he
left her on the bed, feeling more alive than she ever had. And wondering what
to do now about Lt. Miller Daly.

Oh, Emma
wasn’t going to believe how this was turning out.

Chapter Nine

Peering
inside Cambrie’s small freezer, Miller made a mental note to hit the grocery
store and prepare a real meal for the amazing woman sitting only inches away on
a kitchen stool.

“Told you,”
Cambrie’s voice interrupted his perusal. “Choice of frozen pizza or mac and
cheese. I never claimed to be a chef. Guess I should’ve warned you that there’d
be no five-star accommodations if you came here. I’m sorry, Miller.”

He shut the
fridge door and faced her. Now didn’t she wear the cutest little pout? Although
he really wanted to spank her for worrying like that. “Cambrie, I came to see
you. Not your apartment, not your freezer. You, baby.”

For emphasis,
or maybe because he just couldn’t keep himself from touching her, he pulled her
from the chair and into his arms, staring at her lovely face. Her long, dark
brown hair was mussed from their lovemaking. He could imagine grabbing a
fistful, tugging her head back to bare her slender neck and sinking his teeth
into her delicate skin.

Those light
brown eyes staring up at him had been dancing all night with amusement and
sparkling like stars. He loved that the most, mesmerized by just looking into
the wide brown circles, knowing the lust was all for him.

God, he would
never think about librarians in the same way again! He liked the wild woman
under that polished exterior. Thoughts of silently fucking her in the bookracks
at her library roared his imagination to life.

The sex toys’
empty box sat on the counter, and he could see it in his peripheral vision and
remembered each toy awaited them in the bedroom. He looked forward to using
each one of them with Cambrie.

But first,
they needed to fuel their bodies for the lovemaking he planned for the rest of
the night. “I vote for pizza. Quick and easy,” he said.

“I second
that vote,” Cambrie replied, slipping past him to remove a box of French bread
pizza from the freezer. “They’re microwavable so we’ll save some time.”

“Oh?” He
maneuvered his arms around her waist and kissed the indent between her shoulder
and neck. “Save time for what?”

The apartment
was a bit chilly but the heat between their bodies was unmistakable.

She giggled
at his kisses, pressing her fingers on the keypad to start the microwave
buzzing. When she turned into his embrace, a slap of lust hit him like a sucker
punch to the gut. His cock had remained in a semi hard state since they’d left
the bedroom and now came back to life, the hard length of him pushing against
his boxers and into her belly.

Her soft eyes
studied him, a hint of confusion hidden in the frisky brown depths. “For making
love again. Don’t you want to? I mean if you’re tired then, of course, we could
just wait and—”

He couldn’t
listen to another word and swallowed the rest in a kiss. Was she insane? Why
the fuck would he ever want to sleep when this gorgeous woman kept him in a
state of constant arousal just by standing next to her? How the hell he was
expected to sleep in her bed with her naked body—and she damn well would be
naked—all cuddled against him was beyond him.

She purred
under his hold, the simple soft sighs reverberated through her sleek body and
tickled his hands where they massaged her back. Her innocence shone through
each touch like a bright beacon on the sea. But wasn’t that what drew him to
her? How she could walk the fine line of classy and wild?

Breaking the
kiss, he stared at her. “Does that answer your question?”

She licked
her lips, the simple act stirring jealousy in his cock that those lips weren’t
around the throbbing hard-on. “Um, no. I don’t think I quite have the answer.
Maybe you’d better kiss me again just to be sure.”

He laughed,
not remembering when he had ever enjoyed a woman’s company more than now,
standing in Cambrie’s simple kitchen with her sexy body begging to be
dominated. The microwave chose that moment to ding. “We eat fast. Then I have
many plans for you in the bedroom.”

He prayed she
enjoyed the sex toys. Christ, since they opened the box, his imagination had
run wild with vivid images of how they’d use each one. He knew he’d start with
the paddle. That was Cambrie’s choice, so who was he not to oblige the lady?

“Do you now?
Does that mean you don’t want to catch some sleep?” Her teasing tone was just
as arousing as the way her hard nipples dented the thin cotton T-shirt she had
professed as her favorite nightshirt.

“Oh, I
promise we’ll get sleep, darling,” he said, biting into the hot pizza. “But
first I plan to exhaust you.”

“I like how
you think,” she offered before taking her own bite of pizza.

They sat at
her small, round kitchen table sipping iced tea and devouring the pizza. She
had obviously worked up an appetite like he had by the way she dug in heartily.

Wiping her
mouth with a napkin, Cambrie sipped her drink and spoke. “So, Miller, are you
on vacation or something? You had mentioned getting leave after your assignment
was done. Does that happen after each assignment?”

Miller didn’t
want to think about having to leave her now that he had finally found her.
Dreaming of her nightly was one thing. But now that he had held her, well, that
changed everything. His job was his job, but now he had to figure out where or
how Cambrie would fit into his life.

“Technically,
I’m on a mini vacation. I begged for a few days leave once we completed our
last mission. But I’m still on call.”

Her hand
wavered between the table and her mouth, holding the pizza. This time her pout
broke his heart. “You mean you could be called away at any time?”

And there it
was. The nature of the military life. Something civilians had a hard time
grasping-the need to move at a moment’s notice, leave loved ones behind for God
knew how long, to endure what most could not. It sure did make having a
relationship hard.

“Yes,
Cambrie. When my team needs me, I’m there. No questions. No complaints. That’s
my job. What I was trained for. I know that when I’m activated, it’s because my
special skills are needed somewhere and fast.”

“What’s your
specialty?” Her genuine interest pleased him more than he wanted to admit.

“Scoping out
enemy territory to locate known perpetrators.”

She watched
him for all of two seconds until that little temper she kept well in check
reared its beautiful head. “Do you take me as some lame female, Miller? What
kind of friggin’ answer was that?” She jumped up, mimicked his words while
getting two slices of pizza from the counter. Coming back to the table, she
placed a slice on his plate before sitting again. When she caught him staring,
she asked, “What?”

“You’re
beautiful even when you’re chewing my ass out. But I don’t know if you have the
right to do that yet, since we’ve only been with each other for like eight
hours or so.” Teasing her probably wasn’t in his best interest since he hadn’t
really gauged that adorable temper, but he’d never been accused of being overly
smart.

“Seriously,
Miller. Your answer translates into ‘I hunt down the bastards that no one else
can catch and make them regret ever meeting me.’ Am I close?” She took a bite
of the pizza and watched him with a very cocky look.

He stared in
shock. No one had ever pegged him down so well, describing him to the letter.
How did she do that? “You’re dead on, honey. For the record, I wasn’t trying to
talk down to you. I’ve just learned that civilians usually don’t care to hear
the details of what I do. Guess it just brings the war and terror threats too
close to home for them or something.”

“Well, for
the record, Miller. When I ask a question, I’d like an answer that doesn’t
scream of bullshit.”

He laughed so
hard it hurt his sides. Damn, he couldn’t wait to spank her pretty little ass.
He loved the fiery side of her and hadn’t expected her to have one. But then
again, there’s a lot that goes unnoticed when your only form of communication
is emails.

“Yes, ma’am.
You have my word it won’t happen again.”

She nodded
and continued eating, a satisfied smile pasted on her pretty lips.

Ah, but he
could be cocky, too. “And, Cambrie, you have my word that I plan on spanking
that pretty little ass of yours. You have my cock so fucking hard and it’s all
I’ve thought about doing since you pulled out that paddle.”

Now to say
the look on her face was priceless would have been an understatement. She lost
all interest in her pizza as a pretty shade of pink covered her cheeks and her
mouth slowly opened into an ‘O’. Funny how her cockiness disappeared only to be
replaced with wide-eyed curiosity. She took a long sip of her iced tea, peering
at him over the rim of the glass.

She wiped her
mouth on her napkin and spoke with a huskiness he hadn’t heard before. He loved
it. “I hope you don’t get called away tonight. If we don’t get to use all those
toys, then you’ll leave me a very horny girl until you can come back and finish
the job.”

Miller sat
astounded and kept his face emotionless for fear of sharing too much of
himself. She couldn’t have said anything that would’ve have touched him more. Her
simple statement offered an understanding for his work and the commitment that
came with it.

She didn’t
complain that he would have to leave even after only a brief time with her. She
didn’t try to lecture him about staying longer or demanding that he did. Her
quiet acceptance rang loud and clear. Having her respect for that part of his
life intensified his feelings for this woman who continued to surprise him with
every minute they spent together.

“As long as
you tell me I’m welcome, then I promise, I’ll be back, baby girl.”

“I hope so.
Can’t let this sizzle go to waste.”

Her forced
giggle told him she hid her feelings well. She had almost fooled him into
believing she’d be okay with him leaving on missions. When in fact, she meant
to shoulder the burden of his absences alone and silently.

Did she even
realize the remarkable woman that she was? She would hide her own pain if it
meant he wouldn’t worry about her. And she was definitely the type of woman to
become attached. He didn’t think she entered into any relationship lightly or
without serious thought of the consequences.