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Not ever.
“I trust you with my life.”
“Good.” He stepped back to the door without taking his eyes off his brave, beautiful snow angel and leaned against it.
She held up her hand. “No more acting stupid, Cannon. Don’t make me remind you that I’m the one with the badge.”
He reached her in two long strides and tackled her onto the cot. “Looks like you need to be reminded that I don’t need a badge to take charge.”
Rosalie’s pulsethrummed against her neck. Cannon’s commanding tone always turned her on, but his fierce protectiveness touched her heart. She didn’t need or want his help if it meant him getting hurt, but right now, she wouldn’t back down from seeing how far she could push his patience—even if a dozen guns were trained on them.
She leaned back on her elbows to look up at him. “If you’re in charge of the current situation, where does that leave me?”
“At my mercy.” He dropped to his knees in front of her.
She raised her eyebrows. “Seems like you’re the one atmymercy.”
“We’ll see about that.” Standing, he gripped the hem of her T-shirt and yanked it over her head. “If I would have known you were wearing this under your bulletproof vest, I would have taken out every sniper myself so we could call it a night and get you naked.”
“No more talk about snipers.” The only things she needed Cannon to rescue her from were the what-if scenarios she couldn’t shut down.
“Yes, ma’am.” He trailed his lips down her neck to the edge of her bra, then nipped through the lace. The bite zinged a delicious shot of pain south.
He quickly removed the barrier and kissed the tender skin he’d bitten. “I know what the tough, soft snow angel needs.”
“Oh yeah?” She purred as he slid his hands down her bare sides. With a deft motion, he undid the button of her pants and slipped his fingers inside. Wet desire drenched her panties. She sucked in a breath and pressed her hips up to meet his hand. “What do you think I need?”
Swifter than the wind blowing outside, he removed the rest of her clothes and flipped her to her belly. Her chest hit the thin mattress, and she half grunted in surprise at the impact, half moaned at the loss of his lips on her skin. She turned her head to watch him as he gripped the hem of his shirt. The promise of Cannon in full naked glory had her moaning again, this time in anticipation.
Carved abs came into view as he pulled the material up his torso. Her desire to devour the hard, lush valley where the deep indents of his hips disappeared into his waistband triggered tingles that danced across her tongue. Swallowing, she savored the mouthwatering sight that got better, harder, hotter with each inch he raised his shirt. As he reached his arms overhead and those delectable chocolate-tasting lips appeared, he winced.
She scrambled to her knees. “Are you hurt somewhere?”
“Just a bit sore.” He glanced at a purple bruise on his bicep about the size of a softball. “I knew that tree branch would leave one hell of a mark.”
She reached up and lightly touched the skin around his injury. “You should take it easy.”
“Easy isn’t what I had in mind.”
His predatory smile and that dimple, which she’d learned deepened when he was turned on, washed over her skin in ripples. “Tell me, Dr. Ford. What do you have in mind?”
“No talk about tonight’s events—your rule and a damn good one.” He cupped his erect cock through his scrub pants. “Now, here are my rules.”
His dominant tone crackled along every inch of her body. She closed her eyes and savored the heat. Why did he sound so sexy when he bossed her around half-clothed?
“Look at me, Rosalie.”
She obeyed. She didn’t know how he’d gotten his pants off so quickly but didn’t question it. With his hand wrapped around his decadent cock and a primitive smolder to his voice, he stood naked and powerful, and hell did she want him. “If looking at you is a rule, I’ll gladly comply.”
A slow grin crossed his face. “You’ll comply with everything I tell you to do.”
She licked her lips. “Think so?”
“Know so.” His grin curled into a savage snarl. “On your hands and knees.”
She didn’t think about disobeying him. Clambering into position, she nearly purred as he moved behind her and ran a hand down her spine. Arching, she silently pleaded for his finger to find her wet heat. His tongue did instead.
“Fuck, Rosalie, you taste so good. I love how even these lips taste like cherries and sunshine, all hot, ripe, and juicy just for me.”
