Maddie was up first in the morning, making coffee and warming cinnamon rolls. The coffee had just finished brewing when Liza came into the kitchen butterscotch hair brushed to a sheen, a startling contrast to the black wool slacks and silky sweater she wore."You look more like you're going to a funeral than a meeting with an attorney," Maddie teased. But then, at the word funeral, her eyes filled with tears."Oh, punkin." Liza enfolded her in her slim arms. "It's okay. We'll get through this and everything will settle out."Maddie brushed away the tears that wouldn't seem to leave her and gave Liza a watery smile. "I know. I leave it all in your capable hands."Liza's face turned serious. "Just a word to the wise, okay? It wouldn't hurt to mend your fences with Zach.""Just like you're going to with Ty?" Maddie interrupted.For a moment Liza had a faraway look in her eyes. "Maybe it's time for all of us to put the past where it belongs. And I mean all of us. Just a thought, okay
"Maddie!" Zach reached for her. "This is a surprise. Come on in."Nervously she let him draw her inside, wondering if she hadn't made a mistake in doing this. She looked around at the cabin Jack Grady had lived in for so many years. She'd been inside it a number of times but she didn't ever remember it looking like this. Homey. Beckoning. And everything sparkling as if it had just been polished.A fire was banked in the fireplace, the familiar big leather chair and footstool still sat in front of it at an angle, facing a long cowhide couch. Beyond that was the oak trestle table and chairs polished to a high gloss. Colorful Native American rugs were scattered on the polished wood floor. The kitchen area was immaculate.This was a place cared for with a great deal of love. Why would she have expected anything less? One thing Zach was not, was a sloppy roughneck. Taking good care of things was part of his nature.Except for me, when I needed him."I didn't realize you were such a goo
"Zach, I - " Maddie struggled to regain some semblance of intelligence."Ssh, it's all right," he crooned, as he unzipped her jeans and slid them down her legs along with the plain cotton panties she'd put on that morning.She had a brief, insane thought that she should have worn more glamorous underwear and then nearly laughed hysterically because this was the last thing she'd planned. Someone definitely had scrambled her brains.When she was naked before him, he spread her legs, bending them so her feet were planted on the bed and looked and looked and looked at her, as if memorizing every inch of her from her breasts to her weeping vagina. His hand swept softly over the thatch of curls on her mound and one finger whispered the length of her slit."Beautiful." His tone was almost reverent. "God, Maddie, you're even more beautiful than I remembered. I could eat you up with a spoon."In seconds he had his own clothes off and tossed to the side. He hitched her up on the bed and kne
Zach smoothed the damp hair back from Maddie's face and brushed his lips against hers, then smiled down at her."Honey, if you don't know then we were doing it all wrong. Either that or I need to brush up on my technique."His hand moved to her breast, plumping it slightly and dragging his thumb across the nipple."Your nipples are still hard, darlin'." His voice was like an intimate caress. "Still as sharp as diamonds. You just came so hard you shook the bed and you still want me again. Just like I want you. It was always like that with us, Maddie. You know it."Maddie felt the heat rising in her again, making every pulse point in her body throb. This was so not good. All her brains seemed to have poured out of her body with her release. She struggled to find the words she wanted but intelligent conversation seemed to be beyond her capabilities at the moment."No, you don't understand. I came here to...to..."To what?"To what, darlin'? I'm curious to know what you had in mind
Zach watched Maddie walk back up to the house, then reached for his jacket and snapped it closed. He couldn't believe how the temperature kept dropping. At this rate they'd have snow by nightfall, almost unheard of in the Hill Country. He'd best make sure everything in the barn and stable was buttoned up tight and that the heat was properly set in the calving barn.He'd sent three of the hands out riding the fence line, checking for strays just in case and making sure there weren't any breaks in the wiring. There was plenty of hay in all the buildings and they'd just picked up the new order of feed. As soon as the two men he had out checking the cattle in the winter pasture came back he'd set them to making sure all the stalls had plenty of hay in them.The other important thing he wanted to check was the backup generator. Just in case the temperature took a nose dive, he didn't want anyone freezing to death, people or animals.While he worked he replayed every moment of the scene w
"It's just dinner," Maddie repeated to herself for the twentieth time. "That's all. No sex. We'll talk like adults. Forget about this morning. Whatever we had between us is gone. Over. Done."So why, her little inner voice asked, did you use your best body wash in the shower? And shave not only your legs but your pussy? And rub scented lotion into every crack and crevice of your body? And why are you wearing that silky Christmas shirt with the neckline cut down to there instead of the turtleneck you first took out?She'd done all that and more, brushing her thick taffy-colored hair until it shone like spun gold, carefully applying her makeup and finished off with the gold Christmas bell earrings Zach had given her the last Christmas they'd spent together.Finally she'd lit the fire and set up the small table in front of it. Put bright red candles in the crystal holders, lighting them so the aroma of holly would fill the house. Arranged some of the decorations she hadn't yet put out
One of Zach's big hands circled both of Maddie's wrists and held her arms over her head, jutting her breasts forward as he paid careful attention to both of them, worshiping them with his tongue and his teeth. She could feel the warmth of his body through their clothes and the hardness of his cock through the denim of his jeans. She shifted her hips, wanting to rub herself against him."You skin feels like the finest china," he whispered as he drew circles with his tongue in the valley between her breasts. "I've never touched or tasted skin so delicate. Oh, God, Maddie. You are such a rare treat. I have to see every bit of you."With exquisite care he drew her blouse over her head and slipped the straps of her bra over her arms, tugging and pulling until they were free of her body. She heard the snicking of her zipper as he drew it down and felt him opening her jeans to push them off her hips. Beneath them she wore only the tiniest red satin thong and the nakedness of her cunt was im
Talk. She wants to talk. Well, cowboy, you knew you couldn't just sweep it under the rug, right?Zach talked to himself while he sliced the roast and arranged plates with the meat, the perfectly done new potatoes and a serving of the green bean casserole. One last trip to the kitchen for the rolls and the bottle of wine and he slid into the chair opposite Maddie.God, she's so beautiful. The firelight makes her hair look like spun gold and her skin absolutely glows. I'm glad she didn't snap up the front of my shirt, I love looking at her perfect breasts peeking out, those gorgeous nipples so rosy and still hard. I wonder if I'll ever get my fill of her."You're staring," she told him.Zach mentally shook himself. "I could stare at you for the rest of my life, Maddie. You are so gorgeous. So perfect. You take my breath away."She lowered her eyelids in that shy, sexy way she'd always had."You always did have a way with words, Zach Brennan." She pushed her empty plate away from he
Peyton curled up in a corner of the couch, cell phone to her ear, smiling."So you like it?" she asked Grace."Like it?" The woman's voice practically shrieked in her ear. "I love it. My god, Peyton, I think this is going to be the best thing you've ever done. Maybe I should send all my authors for a month at a cabin in the Maine woods."Peyton laughed. "First of all, it was a cottage. Secondly, it was at a lake, not in the woods.""Close enough. Someday, you'll have to tell me what it was that flipped your switch up there."Maybe, maybe not. Dixon Amendola was a memory she would hug close to herself, her thoughts and feelings confined in her own private world. She knew she'd never see him again. He'd made it very plain before their very first kiss that anything permanent was not happening. The SEALs were his life, and although other men had combined the dedication with family, apparently Dix didn't feel he could take the chance.That was okay. She'd taken all her thoughts and feelings
The Blackhawk had disgorged them at a flat surface on a rock outcropping at a specific point in the Hindu Kush. Dix hated these goddamn mountains. The name Kush meant death, and had probably been given to the mountains because of the dangerous passes between peaks. There was little vegetation, and the icy wind blew constantly. But the mountains provided a perfect hiding place and gathering places for al Qaeda because of the very desolation and the notches in the mountains where the terrorists built their camps and villages.Dix and his team had memorized and then memorized again the terrain where they'd be climbing and the places they'd have to conceal themselves to make the kills. Two snipers, two spotters, four backup, including the team medic and the radio guy. This time he was fucking damn sure nothing would go wrong.They climbed slowly, clinging to the rock face, paying careful attention to everything around them. Carrying all their heavy gear didn't slow them down. They had, aft
"You're good to go, Dix." His CO looked up from the medical report he was reading. "I have to say I wasn't completely convinced you could do it, but the doctor said your thigh is fine. Won't give you any problems.""I wouldn't go out on an op if I thought differently," Dix pointed out."I know that." He met Dix's gaze. "I know how badly you want to lead this op, but I want you to remember two things." He held up one finger. "The screw-up last time wasn't yours. The politician who compromised the information has been dealt with, and the number of people on the need-to-know list for this one has been reduced to the smallest number possible. And no congressmen."Dix blew out a breath. "Good. That's good."The man held up a second finger. "You have nothing to prove, so just focus on the mission itself. I know you can do it.""Thank you, sir. I appreciate that.""One change, though. No target extraction this time. The order is to kill the fuckers dead.""Yes, sir." Dix had to force himself
The afternoon turned into hours of erotic bliss. If she'd thought the nights they spent together were hot, they were nothing compared to this. Dix pulled out all the stops, introducing her to sensuous delights she'd only read about in books. She finally lay snuggled against Dix, every muscle like wet tissue paper, every area of her body sore but satisfied, wondering if she would ever again have sex as good as this.Enjoy what you've got while you've got it.She needed to keep telling herself that."How about a quick swim to cool off," Dix suggested. "Then I'll fix dinner. How does grilled chicken and corn on the cob sound?""Mouthwatering," she told him. "But I'm more than happy to cook. Really."He rolled her on top of him and peppered a row of kisses along her jawline, ending with one on her nose."Nope. It's my turn. But you can make a salad to go with.""Do you think we can go skinny dipping?" She gave him a mischievous grin. "I think I'm too beat to pull my bathing suit on.""Only
Peyton sat at the picnic table down by the lake, her laptop open, staring at the words on the page. The pitiful few words on the page. She was glad she wrote electronically instead of on paper or she would have wasted reams of it by now. She couldn't count the number of times she'd written the damn first chapter, only to delete it and start again. She finally, finally had a concept in her head, but she couldn't seem to make it come out on paper in a way anyone would want to read. Too much of it was still swirling around in her brain.She had truly believed this week would be a turning point. Lord knew it was one of the best weeks of her life. During the day, Dix jogged his gazillion miles then did his long swim in the lake while she sat outside and read. After lunch, they fished or went into town, and she showed him all the places that were still there from when she was a kid. And, at night, they had the most incredible sex she had ever imagined. She couldn't call it making love. That
"Get the fuck away from me." Dix reached out to smack the person, only to encounter soft flesh and hear a smothered scream. His eyes flew open. Crouched beside him in the bed, holding her jaw and trying to talk him off the ledge, was a very naked Peyton."Dix, wake up. Please." She turned on the bedside lamp, reached out, and stroked his face, trying to calm him. "It's okay. Everything is all right. I'm right here."His eyes focused on her, and his stomach flopped. The way she was holding her jaw, had he - Fucking shit.His heart was racing in overdrive, and he was covered with sweat. The dream was still so vivid. And Peyton. Jesus! He hoped he hadn't broken her jaw."Let me look at that." He reached for her, and she backed away, making him feel even sicker.But then she blew out a breath and moved close enough that she was crouching next to him. Unbelievably, she stroked his forehead and his cheek, soothing him. Him! The guy who probably broke her jaw."You're all sweaty," she
Dix snugged Peyton next to him tightly, her soft body curled into his. They had made love twice more - No. Not made love. Had sex. He needed to stop thinking of it as anything else. There was no future for him the other way. His brain was messed up, as was his future. Getting involved with anyone was not only at the bottom of his to-do list right now, it wasn't even on it. But, for the first time in forever, he wasn't a ball of nerves lying in bed. He thought he might actually get a decent night's sleep as he closed his eyes and allowed himself to take comfort from the woman he was holding.He sank softly into fleecy clouds, his muscles relaxing, his nerves not synapsing as he let the dream surround him. There was Peyton Gerard, naked, red hair tumbled in curls around her shoulders, rosy-tipped breasts begging for his mouth, her - Whap! Whap! Whap!The helicopter blades sang a symphony as the craft hovered to release the team at the drop zone. The stealth helicopter, a Blackhawk f
Dix placed an open-mouthed kiss right at the entrance to her channel, took one last lick at her sensitized skin, and looked up at her. His smile was so wicked, she began to get turned on all over again."You have the best cunt I've ever tasted," he rasped. "Sweet and tart and spicy all at the same time. It's like mixing chocolate candy with a margarita."Peyton couldn't help it. Even as she lay trembling and weak, she burst out laughing. "Is that some kind of recipe?""I think it's a unique one." He studied her face, eyes glittering. "Maybe I should call it the Peyton Cocktail. Only I couldn't put it on any bar menu because I'd have to kill anyone who tried to order it."Her laugh was breathy and unsteady. "O-okay." She ran her tongue across her bottom lip. "That was...incredible."He gave a rough chuckle. "Only incredible? I think I'll have to do better."If he did any better, Peyton was sure she would die from it.He rose to his feet and undressed so swiftly it took him scant
"Well?" He almost whispered the word, his lips back to within a hair's breadth of hers. "If you don't say anything, I'm going to assume the answer is no, and we'll do our best to forget this ever happened."As if she could.She ran the tip of her tongue over her lower lip. Dix's mouth was so close, she stroked his along with hers, and his hands tightened on her."Y-yes." She almost whispered the word. Lord, why couldn't she just say it with confidence? There was no doubt she wanted this, no matter what else happened between them, But, at least this time, she was going into something with her eyes wide open and no unrealistic expectations.His mouth came down on her again, firm this time, with just the right amount of pressure. He used his tongue to trace the seam between her lips, a gentle caress, rimming the outline then back to that seam. The contact was harder, more intrusive until she parted her lips for him and that hot tongue swept inside. Tilting her head back, she welcomed