Page 59 of Her Fearless Warrior

“Breathtaking,” Linc agreed.

She turned to look at him and saw that he was looking at her.

“You are, you know. You’re the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”

The way he said it, with all the emotion behind his words, made her feel like it. She stepped up to him and twined her arms around his neck. “How about we practice kissing outside?”

“I think that is a marvellous idea.”

14

“I need a shower,” were the first words out of Leila’s mouth when they got back to the room.

“Really? I would have thought you would go for a bath after a six-mile hike.”

Leila looked over at him. “You actually kind of read my mind. It just seemed rude.”

“It’s not rude at all. We’ve both been hopping with our jobs. This is definitely our time to get to know one another, but this is also our vacation time.”

“Okay, you talked me into it. A bath. But instead of room service tonight, how about we go out to dinner? I actually did a little sleuthing. I was going to bring something dressy to go out, but this really isn’t the place for it. But I can always dress up for you sometime in DC. Instead, I thought we could go to the Skyline restaurant. It has nothing as fancy as the Chateaubriand, but it does have…wait for it…homemade blackberry ice cream.”

“I’m sold.”

Hell, to see her this excited, he’d have sour lemon ice cream.

“Go take your bath. I’m going to take a shower and watch some TV. And Leila, for God’s sake, take your time. There’s no rush.”

“Thanks, Linc.”

Linc went into his bedroom and got out of his hiking clothes. He’d packed enough so he wouldn’t have to wear anything twice. After all, he was out to make a good impression. Leila was something else. She had really calmed down on the hike back to the hotel. Once she realized she didn’t have to race him, they had a great time. He kind of wanted to go back in time and throttle those cousins of hers. But, the way they had made her think just might have had a hand in creating the woman who did so well during that god-awful situation in Syria.

He tried to concentrate on what all Leila had been through as he got into the shower instead of what it felt like to kiss her and how good her ass looked in her jeans when they were hiking. He’d been hoping for another room service dinner that might wind up turning into something a lot more satisfying than just making out on the sofa.

He looked down at his hopeful penis as he walked into the luxurious shower.

“Down, boy. We haven’t gotten our go orders yet.”

He started lathering up, but he noticed that his cock still hadn’t got the message that he didn’t get to come out and play until blackberry ice cream was eaten.

God, the way it felt when she’d bit his bottom lip, then licked away the hurt with her glistening tongue, had crept into his dreams all night long.

Fuck it. There was no way he could squire Ms. Cloud around with a rampant hard-on. He needed to do something about it. He took his dick in hand and while thinking of Leila, he broke a record in getting relief.

“Now, that’s all you're getting until she says otherwise. You got that?”

He knew that reprimanding his dick was hopeless. He hadn’t been this horny and hopeful since he was fifteen.

* * *

During her bath, Leila had decided that there was something a lot more satisfying than blackberry ice cream—it didn’t matter if it was homemade. She hadn’t been sure she was going to wear the sexy lingerie, during this trip or not. She had prayed she and Linc would have chemistry, but there had always been the off chance that they’d leave each other flat.

Leila grinned as she pulled on her thong panties, then she took her time rolling on her sheer black stockings with the seam in the back. She loved this lingerie set. One of the best things about her time in France had been the shopping, especially the lingerie shopping.

She clipped the stockings to the garter, then wiggled herself into the bustier. Instead of red trim, there was sea-foam green. It was kick-ass. She put on the barely there seafoam lace and silk robe and she was set.

Leila heard the television on out in the living room. It’d been on for a while. But then again, she’d taken a long while to get ready. She brushed out her wet hair, then blew it dry with the diffuser. It was shiny and manageable, just the way she liked it. She knew Linc liked it that way too, since he sure as hell played with it a lot while they’d made out on the couch.

She usually wasn’t this nervous about having sex. But Lincoln Hart was special. She’d thought that when she first met him over a year ago in Turkey but then…when he saved her in Syria…well.