No Rescue (6 page)

One look at her expression at the boat explosion had convinced him.

He'd seen his mum half-smile like that at his dad, after the old man came in full of triumph and energy after a stormy night at sea. A night that she'd spent worrying. It was the look of a woman who understood her man, who would stand by him in good times and bad.

A woman who knew her own strength was incredibly sexy.

He pressed the button to Miri's apartment and she buzzed him through. He took the stairs two at a time and grinned when he reached her floor and saw her in the door of the apartment, a hand on either side of the doorway, her body leaning forward at a perilous angle. Her dress was pink, sleeveless, and buttoned down the front like an over-sized shirt.

‘I have beer for a hard-working cop.'

‘I think I'd like something sweeter.' And then he took her mouth, finding the sweetness, but also finding warmth and a passionate welcome. He kicked the door shut behind him.

***

The dress had been an inspired buy. Tad definitely appreciated the buttons down the front, and so did she. He slipped them open deftly, one after the other, glancing into her eyes when he discovered her lack of a bra. She shivered as he slid both hands inside the half undone dress and cupped her breasts. Heaven.

‘The bedroom is down the hall, on your left.' She had the guest room, a comfortable, impersonal space not suited to seduction, but none of that mattered. Nor did the casserole in the oven. She walked backwards along the corridor, kissing and touching Tad, fumbling with his belt.

He wrenched his T-shirt off and dropped it as they entered the bedroom.

She moaned, a sound that would have embarrassed her at any other time, but he was perfection. Muscles rippled and she had the right to touch and taste and…this was freedom. Life at its most beautiful.

He dropped to one knee, undoing the last of her buttons and pushing open her dress. Ivory silk knickers were all that covered her. She wasn't toned and fit like him, but the tender stroke of his hands over her curves said he liked what she was very much. He rose and finished undressing.

The soft cotton of her dress whispered across her skin as she shrugged it off. She draped it over the back of a chair. Before she could turn around, he was there. He stepped behind her and caressed her breasts. She leaned back, letting her spine arch, and pushed her breasts more fully into his hands.

‘Look.' Just a slight shift sideways and they were reflected in the mirror above the low dresser.

She shivered deep inside at the eroticism. His tanned hands against the pale skin of her breasts. Her soft thighs framed by the hardness of his muscled limbs. She watched as his right hand slid down her body, over her stomach to touch her there, through damp silk knickers. Her hips moved against the wanted torment.

‘You're beautiful.'

She turned in his arms, hungry for his mouth.

He broke the kiss. ‘May I?' A tug at her knickers.

‘Yes.' She stepped out of them and climbed onto the bed, smiling as he followed her down and she felt his weight for the first time. Only for a moment, and then he rolled them so that she was over him and he had both hands free to turn her on more than she'd thought possible.

Condoms weren't meant to be sexy — sensible and necessary, yes, but not sexy. Someone ought to tell the advertisers. But she'd seen nothing sexier than Tad roll one on then lie back, sensual challenge in his eyes. Somehow he knew she was only a feather's touch from orgasm and he was daring her. If she wanted it, she had to ride him.

She slid down on him, her head tipping back as the sensation of him in her invaded her body and short-circuited her brain.

‘Are you going to move?' His voice was strained.

She opened her eyes, looked at him. ‘Make me.'

A heartbeat later he'd flipped them over, pulled out and thrust in deeper yet. ‘Ready?'

She was too busy climaxing to answer. Then again, that was her answer. He waited, and when she'd just about recovered, he started moving. Her second orgasm was even stronger and triggered his. He came, shouting her name.

***

‘My whole body is smiling,' she said when they lay together afterwards — he was a cuddler, which was brilliant.

‘You screamed, too,' he pointed out.

‘More like a gasp. A loud one.'

‘Huh.' He sounded smugly sure of what he'd heard — and achieved.

She traced a pattern on his chest. ‘Tad?'

‘Hmm?'

‘Thanks for believing I could rescue myself.'

He pulled her down over him, one hand tangling in her hair.

She waited for what he might say, how he would answer.

‘Brave, beautiful and...' Their lips were a millimetre apart when he paused. ‘…a baker's daughter. Do you have any whipped cream in the fridge?'

The kiss went gloriously wrong as they laughed.

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