His hard-on ached in agreement.
Reaching out, he played with the belt of her robe, debating just tugging her back into his arms. “I’ll information share. Now let’s get back to what we were doing.”
Her shove at his hand wasn’t convincing. But she still persisted, “I’m serious. You have to tell me everything.”
Everything was a very broad and all-inclusive word that he had no intention of committing to. He smiled at her, slow and deliberate. Her eyes went wide.
“There are things I can show you, too, you know.”
Starting with his chest. He wanted out of this T-shirt, so when he got her naked she would slide across his bare skin with her nipples.
She eyed him, her arms snaking across her chest. “I just bet you could. But I’m not interested.”
“You don’t want to see it? I’ve been told it’s big, hard, and fast. Stop you in your tracks and rip the breath right out of you.” He bit back a grin.
“Knight!”
“What?” He laughed, undoing the shoulder holster as a prelude to taking his shirt off. “I’m talking about my gun.”
“That’s inappropriate.” The shock on her face gave way to annoyance.
That auburn hair that he was fast starting to develop an obsession for pooled around her face, and she tucked it behind her ears.
“See?” He held his gun up for her to see before strolling to the closet with it.
Reese shrugged. “I’ve seen bigger.”
That pulled a surprised laugh from him. Damn, she was unlike any other woman he’d ever met. And a fascinating complication he really didn’t need in his life right now.
“Ouch. Talk about cutting a man down to size.” He turned the room room safe, put the gun in, and closed it.
“Well, I didn’t say it’s small, I just said I’ve seen bigger. Don’t feel bad. Not every guy can be issued the big guns.” She didn’t even bother to hide her smirk.
Derek took a step towards her. “It’s all about how you use it, isn’t it?”
TEN
Dammit,how did he do that? Make her think she had the upper hand, then yank the control rug right out from under her. But she had to admit, she wasn’t ready to complain just yet. Not when she was enjoying herself so much she was in danger of giggling.
Giggling was a habit she’d abandoned at about age four, when her brothers had wrestled and shoved every last giggle right out of her. She’d learned to express herself through grunts, snorts, and eye rolls, yet here she was feeling every inch a giggler and liking it.
“So you’re good with it, is that what you’re saying?” Reese stuck her foot out to increase her area of personal space, hoping he’d stay back and yet simultaneously praying he’d walk right up to her and kiss her senseless again.
“Very good with it. Do you want me to show you?”
“How? By shooting me?” They weren’t talking about firearms, but she wasn’t about to admit that. Let him say it first.
Two more steps and he was flush against her. She had to pull her foot back to avoid stumbling. Knight’s hands gripped her arms and he looked down into her eyes, his gaze dropping to her lips then back up again.
“Reese.”
“What?”
“Be quiet.”
If he had given her a second, she would have told him to go to hell. As it was, his lips were on hers before she could even form a word, and then she didn’t care how bossy he was being, or how stupid this was, and that it was still possible he was stringing her along about giving her the drug company exclusive.
All she cared about was that for the first time in a long time her body was in tune with a man’s, and that nothing else was going to matter or get addressed until she had sweated through some hot sex with Knight.