Free Wild Nevada Ride by Sandy Sullivan Page B

grandmother?”
    “Yes. I don’t know if you saw him though.”
    “I’m not sure.” Frown lines wrinkled the skin between his eyes when he concentrated on trying to remember.
    “He noticed you.”
    “He did?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Why do I get the feeling there is more to your statement?”
    She sighed. “He saw you kiss me goodbye.”
    “Ah. So he wanted to know about me.”
    “You could say that, yes.”
    “What did you tell him?”
    “Only the basics.” There is no way in hell I’m going to tell him he’s the reason I got chewed out for not paying attention on my training mission.
    “I’d like to meet him.”
    She choked on her wine for a moment. “I don’t think you should.”
    “Why? I could learn some interesting facts about you, I’m sure.”
    “You probably could.” I do not need my father taking to Justin. Shit! Dad would probably have me married off to him by the end of the conversation. “More than likely you would learn things you really don’t need to know or things I don’t want you to know.”
    “Are you hiding something?”
    “No, but it’s not like we are trying to build a relationship here. We are using each other for a little sexual release. I enjoy having sex with you, but I’m not looking for a relationship.”
    “Neither am I.”
    “Good, then we are on the same page. Besides, my career could have me leaving town at any time.”
    He smiled, and she frowned when she tried to understand why her heart didn’t like the thought at all.
    “You do realize your grandmother is a very astute woman, don’t you?” he asked and then sipped his wine. Watching her over the rim of the glass, his brown eyes sparkled in the light above the table.
    “Most definitely. She had our relationship pegged from the minute we both walked out of the house.”
    “I thought you said we weren’t in a relationship?”
    “We aren’t, but my grandmother would have us in one if she had her way.”
    He chuckled. “I got the same impression.”
    “She can be very persuasive.”
    “Don’t worry. I’m not going to give into your grandmother’s wishes unless they are my own.”
    She frowned again, before she stood and grabbed their plates, retreating into the kitchen. Their conversation made her anxious and uneasy. After she had rinsed the plates and put them inside the dishwasher, she turned the dial. A moment later, Justin’s hands slid around her waist and pulled her back against his chest.
    “I have an idea,” he whispered against the skin of her neck, and her heart started to pound. Her legs went weak when his hand slipped up and cupped her breast in his palm.
    “What idea?”
    “Mmm… we could stay here and have sex in your bed,” he suggested, his lips trailing down to find the dip in her shoulder, “or we can go back to my place and have sex in my bed.”
    Shivers rolled down her arms when his warm breath caressed the side of her neck. She sighed, giving into the sensations he aroused before turning in his arms.
    “I don’t think I want to wait until we get to your place.” She slipped her hands up around his neck and nibbled at the corners of his lips before she whispered, “Make me scream for you, Justin.”
    “My pleasure.” His hands found her ass and gripped both cheeks before he lifted her in his arms, slipping her up onto the counter behind her.
    She tipped her head back when his lips found the frantic pulse at the base of her throat. His hand slid under the edge of her shirt, working it up until it bunched between them. Lifting his head, his eyes met hers for a moment and her breath caught in her throat at the heat reflected there.
    “I want you, and believe it or not, I want you more than I’ve ever wanted a woman in my life.” He slipped the shirt over her head and moaned softly. “You are exquisite.” His thumb skimmed softly against her nipple. “So passionate—so responsive.” She moaned, arching toward his touch. When his mouth found her hardened nub, she