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He wasn’t alone anymore though, was he?
Suddenly, he felt a smile grace his lips. Dammit, that woman was something else. He had to admit. He’d met no one like her.
How he’d had his mouth on her and fingers inside her before he could fully wake was a mystery to him. He was always cognizant and controlled. Now suddenly, he was losing his temper, then turning into some gentle caregiver…Then, grabbing her up and getting lost in her. No, not all the way in her. Though he would love to feel that. I bet her pussy feels like a velvet vice. It felt like it to his fingers. To have her squeezing his cock as she came all over it?
He suddenly stood up. Fuck! Maybe she was right…he would get blueballs. Again, he laughed aloud at the last thing she’d said last night. He could picture himself trying to suck himself off. His laughter grew. Damn, what sex and fun he could have with her. With her sass and along with the way she did as he commanded? Fuck, he could spank her for that sassy mouthing off and fuck her at the same damn time and she would revel in it.
He tried to stop having these thoughts. He needed to remember that SHE needed to remember. He couldn’t just start fucking her and playing with that luscious body the way he wanted to. This could be more dangerous for him in the end.
How could she be dangerous though? She certainly wasn’t a soldier of fortune type. She had no weapon that he’d seen while climbing that ridge. So, she wasn’t an assassin. However, she could be a tracker. A private dick? He shook his head at each guess. None of them fit on her. Sure, she didn’t know who she was but he could read people. It had been ingrained into him and a natural sense he’d already had even before the service.
He now turned his head as he heard a noise that didn’t belong. He looked over at the panel on the wall. No flashing red light, so it wasn’t a parameter threat. His fists clenched as he stepped out of the living room and into the kitchen archway.
There, Miss Sass stood in a large shirt and only a large shirt, her creamy thighs peeking out of the sides. Her back was to him as her long chestnut curls hung down over the shirt.
Damn. He could just stand here and watch her all fucking day.
She was whipping up eggs, it looked like and humming to herself.
It was so domestic, so natural. He felt stunned, as he knew he wanted her to stay this way. Like what if he could keep her? What if she never remembered? Amnesia was 50-50. She may never remember. He brought himself up short. What the fuck was he thinking? Daydreaming was more like it. Wishing she would never remember, so he could have her here for all time? God dammit, what was the matter with him?
She turned to grab a pan on the other counter. Spotting him, her mouth formed an O and she dropped the bowl to the floor.
He stared at her reaction.
“How in the hell do you do that?” she screeched. “Sneak up like some god dammed ninja!” She gazed down at the mess. “Dammit!” Her gaze rose up to spot his amused grin. “Oh, no. You’d better not think this is funny!”
He kept grinning. Egging her on in fact. He’d found that he so enjoyed this woman’s temper tantrums.
She looked flustered and blew a curl out of her eyes as she grabbed paper towels then bent over to clean up the mess.
His smile faded. Her ass cheeks were now peeking out from the shirt. Taunting the fuck out of him. She wore no panties. His gut clenched and his dick sat up on alert. Now the joke was on him.
She kept fussing as she wiped up the mess. “Sneaking up on a person, just will-nilly then thinking it’s funny…” she kept muttering.
Noah moved to pick up the bowl. “Okay. I’m sorry?” He set the bowl in the sink. He was just learning she had this temper. And he liked it.
She sighed. “I was going to make breakfast. Return the favor of all your meals.”
He raised a brow at her. Like she’d wanted to return the favor by blowing him last night? Oh, he knew that was what she wanted to do after he’d made her come.
She caught him staring at her. “What?” she asked as she moved to the egg carton on the counter and reached up to a cabinet to get a new bowl.
There went the shirt again rising, rising. Now her soft cheeks were there at his beck and call. Damn, how he wanted to feel them under his fingers squeezing them, using them to propel her over his cock. He shook his head and turned away to grab a pan and some oil. “I’ll help you.”
