“Thank
you.”
She ended the conversation just as
Walker ended the class, sending the boys out into the cool New
Orleans evening. When the door swung shut behind the last one, she
lifted an eyebrow. “Well?”
He flashed her a hint of a smile as
he cracked open a bottle of water. “Well what?”
“ Nothing.” Impossible
not to admire the beauty of him, sweat-sheened golden skin and hard
muscles and those eyes she’d now seen glazed with passion.
Making love to him was new, but loving him was like remembering a
move so ingrained it was instinct. Muscle
memory, an amused part of
her noted as she crossed the room to slip her arms around him. The
heart is just another muscle.
Walker wove his fingers through her
ponytail and pulled her closer, tilting her head up for a slow kiss,
his open mouth teasing over hers. Hot, perfect, even before she
parted her lips on a moan and realized he was determined to kiss her
within an inch of her life.
Which made it even easier to catch
his leg with her foot and spill them both to the ground. A breathless
moment later she was straddling his waist with her hands on either
side of his head. And because English was his native language, she ignored her self-consciousness and her odd
accent and spoke from her heart. The words, in any case, were simple
enough. “I love you.”
“ Love you too.” He slid
one hand to her hip, the other around to her back, cradling her
close. “That’s why we’re stronger together.”
“ And you should never forget
it,” she whispered, before leaning in to kiss him again. Soft
and slow, like she had all the time in the world.
Because she did.
The End
About the Author
How do you make a Moira Rogers? Take
a former forensic science and nursing student obsessed with
paranormal romance and add a computer programmer with a passion for
gritty urban fantasy. Toss in a dash of whimsy and a lot of caffeine,
and enjoy with a side of chocolate by the light of the full moon.
By day, Bree and Donna are
mild-mannered ladies who reside in the Deep South. At night, when
their husbands and children are asleep, they combine forces to
unleash the product of their fevered imaginations upon the page. To
learn more about this romance writing, crime fighting duo, visit
their webpage at http://www.moirarogers.com .
(Disclaimer: crime fighting abilities may appear only in the
aforementioned fevered imaginations.)