Free Storming His Heart by Marie Harte

I’m your himbo. A manbo?” he sputtered and tried to catch his breath.
    She fought the smile curling her lips and looked at her trashed living room. “I think it’s time you left.”
    Rafe wiped the tears from his eyes. “Man, I needed that. Yeah, I should probably go. Otherwise I might be tempted to stay and fuck you until neither of us can move.”
    She whipped her head around and stared at him. “Wh-what did you say?”
    “Yep. We wouldn’t stop until we couldn’t move. Afterward, we’d have regrets. You’d think I’m after you for Buchanan secrets, and I’d suspect you of pumping me for information about Westlake. We’d be so caught up in each other I’d be inside you before you could blink. And man, I’d come inside you so hard, filling you so much.”
    “I— I—”
    “Exactly.” Rafe took two steps closer, kissed the breath out of her, then headed for the door.
    “But how will you get home?” she asked, remembering he’d driven them in her car. Filling you so much? Heaven help her, but she wanted to start on that right now, which made no sense. Half the time, she wasn’t sure she liked Rafe.
    He stared at her stiff nipples. “Hell. I really need to go before I do something stupid. I have my cell. I’ll call a cab. But don’t worry, I’ll call you tomorrow. I have no intention of telling your brother the truth. For some reason, I really like the idea of us dating, and that scares the crap out of me.” He shook his head and surprised her with a sly smile. “Bye, Storm. I’m afraid if I stay much longer, your uncle might show up. You might fabricate a marriage or something, then where would we be?”
    She flushed. “It was the best I could come up with.”
    “Right.” Rafe looked like he wanted to walk back and kiss her, but he didn’t.
    She didn’t know whether to feel relieved or disappointed.
    “Tomorrow.” He left without looking back.
     
     
    A week later, Rafe checked his watch and decided to give Floyd ten more minutes. This was his last appointment for the day, and he intended to get it done as soon as possible. Wrapping up the Higgins case had taken more time and energy than he’d expected. He really needed to focus on more important matters. Like his first real date with Storm Buchanan.
    He still wasn’t sure he’d done the right thing by perpetuating this nowhere relationship, but he couldn’t get the damned woman out of his mind. Just thinking about her turned him inside out.
    “Hell.” He glared at his dick, which had a bad habit of rising whenever he thought about her. Focus, Rafe. Focus.
    Since the shooting last Monday, things had been quiet. J.D. and Jurek had done their best but could find nothing about the attempt made on Rafe’s life. Nor would there be anything anytime soon. Rafe had tried to see who had tried to kill him but had been unable to call forth a vision. He’d made enough enemies that he knew finding the culprit would be extremely difficult without the aid of his gift.
    But at least Jurek had called off security. And now Rafe sat in his car waiting on an informant to finally tie up all the loose ends on Higgins. Floyd should have shown ten minutes ago. The longer Rafe waited, the more uneasy he felt.
    As if thinking about him had conjured him, Floyd arrived. It was nearing seven, but the cloudy, dark sky made it feel much later. Minimal light shone on the deserted lot adjacent to the shipyard Floyd had chosen as their meet point. A nervous little man, Floyd didn’t want Higgins to know that he’d assisted in his downfall.
    The nearest cover, an empty freight car, sat a hundred yards away. Rafe had already scouted the car and found it empty, so he focused his attention on the only logical attack point, the open drive leading into the fenced lot.
    Floyd parked his car, exited and hurried into Rafe’s. “Sorry I’m late. Grabbed a quick bite to eat and got caught in a traffic accident. Forgot my cell or I’d have called you.”
    A short,