Big Bad Wolf (44 page)
His lips were at first gentle, as if he was afraid his passion would crush her, but at her eager response, his kiss became deeper, hungrier.
His tongue danced across hers, teasing and loving, telling her without words everything he was feeling.
This, she thought in a fiery haze, was what had been missing in
Europe
, this feeling of belonging, of being alive.
“I want to show you the house, what I’ve done.”
He rained kisses on her eyes, her nose, the corners of her lips.
“I did it all by myself, you know.”
“Are you looking to hire some help?” Jaymee asked, her hands busy tugging at his tee
-
shirt to get at the muscled body underneath.
“I’m a pretty good roofer.”
Nick pulled back and arched a brow down at her.
Casting a leer down the length of her designer-clad body, he drawled, “Don’t look like a construction worker to me at all, miss.” He pulled off one of her heels, examining it with a mocking smile.
“Wrong shoes.”
He threw it over his shoulder, and grabbed her manicured hand.
Kissing the tips of pink-tipped nails, he said, “Clean nails, and,” he ran a finger up her arm, “no tattoos.”
It was so good to laugh again.
So good to be alive again.
She raked her nails down his chest, and grinned at the sharp intake of breath.
“Let me show you how good I am at finding leaks,” she invited.
Nick didn’t need further encouragement.
*
Someone turned on the light.
Jaymee groaned and turned over.
“I’ve something to show you, sweetheart.
Wake up.”
Nick pulled the covers off her nude body, his hand lingering intimately for a moment before determinedly shaking her awake.
She groped for a pillow and covered her head with it.
“Tomorrow,” she mumbled.
Her tormenter was unrelenting.
“It is tomorrow.
It’s past midnight.”
“Go mow the lawn.
Or finish laying the roof.”
Nick laughed.
He’d forgotten about her jet lag, but he pulled the pillow away mercilessly anyway.
“Come on, sleepyhead.
You can’t see this in the daylight.”
Jaymee opened her eyes, meaning to glare at him, but he looked so damned glorious sitting there, so at ease without a stitch on, that she could only smile happily back.
She still couldn’t believe he was real, that this was happening.
“You need a fig leaf,” she murmured.
“A fig leaf,” he repeated, puzzled.
“David had a tiny fig leave, but he looked really sexy with it,” she informed him, then giggled at the look on his face.
“Who the hell is David?” Nick demanded, imagining some Romeo posing as...oh, that David.
He glared down at the grinning woman.
“What else did you learn from your European travels, besides admiring nude statues?”
“That those cathedrals need a leak expert,” Jaymee replied, her eyes filled with laughter.
“You’d be amazed at how many of them leak.”
Nick grinned ruefully.
How he loved her.
Only she would check famous centuries-old buildings for leaks.
He held out his hand and after a moment, she fitted hers in his, letting him pull her off the bed.
Flipping off the light switch and plunging the room back into darkness, he led her to the back balcony, the one facing the lake.
The full moon lit everything brightly.
Jaymee gasped.
The backyard had been cleared while she was gone.
A path meandered all the way to the shimmering lake, the dark waters mirrored the star-filled sky above.
Moonlight reflected off the white gravel along the way, like twinkling stars in the Milky Way.
Never in her farthest imagination had she thought the overgrown bushes of the unkempt yard could hide such beauty.
She turned to look at Nick, her heart in her eyes.
In the moonlit night, he no longer seemed secretive or remote.
His crooked smile was tender as he lifted her hand to place a kiss on the knuckles.
In that wonderful, gravelly voice, he said solemnly, echoing her words from
the
day when she’d confided in him.
“I hereby give you this path, strewn with flowers and covered with stars that you’ll never get lost.
I promise to walk with you by your side, Jaymee, all the way to our paradise.
I know I’ve been the cause of much heartache and more trouble than you wanted, and probably more in the future.
But I love you.
You’re my sunshine, my life.
My path to the stars.
Will you marry me?”
He was in his element, the cover of shadow and moonlight, but his wolf eyes glittered with love and Jaymee felt the swell of emotion beating in her own breast.
He’d taken her painful past and given her hope and love in return.
He was her future, the only thing that mattered.
“Yes,” she replied, her eyes glowing with happiness.
“You, Killian Nicholas Langley, are no trouble at all.”
THE END
Dear reader,
I hope you enjoyed Nick and Jaymee’s romance. You can read Grace’s story in TEMPTING TROUBLE and Jed’s adventure begins with VIRTUALLY HIS, an erotic spy-fy series called Super Soldier Spy)
Special thanks to Monique who gave me much invaluable techy help. Jed says you're a good asset.
I also want to thank all my wonderful GLOW fans, especially those in my YAHOO group and my blog visitors, who have given me so much support through the years. Your encouraging emails kept me going, in spite of the delays and problems. Your friendship is a cherished part of my writing life.
About the Author
Gennita Low
writes sexy military and techno spy-fi romance. She also co-owns a roof construction business and knows 600 ways to kill with roofing tools as well as yell at her workers in five languages. A three-time Golden Heart finalist, her first book, Into Danger, about a SEAL out-of-water, won the Romantic Times Reviewers Choice Award for Best Romantic Intrigue. Besides her love for SEALs, she works with an Airborne Ranger who taught her all about mental toughness and physical endurance. Gennita lives in
Florida
with her mutant poms and one chubby squirrel.
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Other Books by Gennita Low
BIG BAD WOLF
~ ~ Crossfire Series ~ ~
PROTECTOR
HUNTER
SLEEPER
HER SECRET PIRATE (short story in SEAL of my Dreams) & also available separately
~ ~ Secret Assassins (S.A.S.S.)
~ ~
INTO DANGER
FACING FEAR
TEMPTING TROUBLE
~.~.Super Soldier Spy ~ ~
VIRTUALLY HIS
VIRTUALLY HERS
~ ~ Children’s books as “Gennita” ~ ~
A SQUIRREL CAME TO STAY