Matt (Red, Hot, & Blue) (9 page)

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she ignored her swollen lip and kissed him hard, until the pain of her cut had her pulling back. Still she couldn’t bear to break all contact, so she hugged him tighter.

Matt buried his face in her hair. “I was so worried.”

“I’m sorry. The commander pulled me out sooner than I’d planned or I would have told you.”

“It’s all right. You’re safe. That’s all that matters.” He ran his hands over her as if looking for more injuries. His gaze settled on her lip. “Did he really have to hit you to get you out of there?”

“He and I have already discussed that. I’m fine. Tell me what happened after I left.”

“I loaded the fake program on the computer in the room, made a few bullshit changes to it to look as if I was working on it—”

“Hoping every keystroke would be recorded and then used by the leak,” Sam added.

“Exactly.” Matt nodded. “Then I heard you’d been taken, and I hopped on the first flight I could get.”

Sam smiled. “To my base, not to yours.”

“I had to see for myself that you were here and all right.” He squeezed her tighter. “Please, tell me you’re not going undercover again anytime soon.”

She returned his hug, loving how concerned he was. “Not that I know of.”

Matt pulled back enough to cup her face. He leaned in and kissed just the good corner of her mouth. “I have to admit, I do hope that you kept the harem girl outfit.”

“Perv.” She laughed. “And yes, I did, since I was wearing it when the commander dragged me out.”

“Perv, huh?” Matt looked devilish. “After that, I guess I shouldn’t tell you that I emptied the sex toy drawer into my bag before I left.”

Her eyes opened wide. “You didn’t.”

“I sure as hell did.” He smirked. “I almost had to abandon my running shoes there to be able to zip the bag. I think it’s going to take us quite a bit of time to get through trying them all.”

“I look forward to it.” She smiled until reality crept in. “Can you stay? Or do you have to get right back?”

“I’ve got at least tonight. I’m hoping tomorrow night too. I have to check with my commander.”

One night, even two, wasn’t going to be enough time. “How’s this going to work, Matt?”

“Us?”

Us
.
Sam liked the sound of that, but she couldn’t figure out how they could be an
us
if they were stationed in two different states.

He shrugged. “We’ll see each other whenever we can.”

“And when we can’t?” she asked.

“I’ll send you naughty instant messages.” He ran a thumb over her mouth. “Between the two of us, we’ll figure something out. I’ll move heaven and earth to spend time with you.”

To her horror, his sweet words brought tears to her eyes. “Dammit, Coleman. You made me cry like a woman.”

A smile lit Matt’s face. “You are a woman, and have I told you how immensely grateful I am for that?”

“I’m pretty grateful for it myself.” She laughed and flicked away one tear.

“Now that I know my friend Sam Foster is not a man, I have every intention of taking full advantage of that fact.”

“I have every intention of letting you.” She leaned in but stopped just shy of his lips. “Did you take the prostate massager too?”

His cheeks pinked, making him look adorable. “Yes.”

Sam smiled. “Good.”

Getting through the contents of Matt’s luggage could take days. Maybe she would take the commander up on his offer of time off.

About the Author

As an award-winning author of contemporary erotic romance in genres including military, cowboy, and ménage, Cat Johnson uses her computer so much she wore the letters off the keyboard within a year. She is known for her creative marketing and research practices. Consequently, Cat owns an entire collection of camouflage and western attire for book signings and a fair number of her consultants wear combat or cowboy boots for a living. In her real life, she’s been a marketing manager, professional harpist, bartender, tour guide, radio show host, Junior League president, sponsor of a bull-riding rodeo cowboy, wife and avid animal lover.

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Social butterfly and a soldier in the Special Forces—a match made in…bed.

Jimmy

© 2010 Cat Johnson

Red, Hot, & Blue, Book 3

Special Forces gave Jimmy Gordon the undercover skills of a chameleon, but nothing prepared him for Amelia Monroe-Carrington, the governor’s hot, redheaded daughter. She thought she was seducing a banquet waiter, and he let her.

His next assignment pulled him from her bed and into the worst six months of his life. Images of Lia were what kept him alive imprisoned in Kosovo, and even now he’s home and recovered, she’s still in his head.

For her father’s political career, Lia has always done the appropriate thing, right down to dating a senator’s son. Her one rebellious act, an incredible night with a totally
inappropriate
man, ended when he disappeared. And then never called.

When they unexpectedly meet again, the pull between them is stronger than ever, tempting Lia to stop sacrificing her own happiness for the family dynasty.

This book has been previously published and has been revised and expanded from its original release.

Warning: Contains incredible one-night-stand sex hot enough to withstand time, distance, and some really nasty terrorist torture.

Enjoy the following excerpt for
Jimmy:

“Hello?” Her sexy voice sent a shiver right down from his ears to his toes and everywhere in between.

“Hey, darlin’. It’s Ji…uh, James.”

“Hello there, James. Where are you?”

“In my car outside the party. We just got off.” Oh yeah. Judging by the sexy purr of her voice, he had a feeling he was about to
get off
all right.

“Meet me at the Hilton in ten minutes. Ask for the private elevator that leads to the presidential suite. I’ll leave your name at the desk so they’ll let you up.” Jimmy heard a click and then she was gone.

Holy crap. He didn’t know what to be amazed at more. The fact he was going to get lucky with the hottest woman he’d ever laid eyes on, or the invitation to the presidential suite at the Hilton. Meanwhile, there was no way he could drive back to base, check in and then get to the hotel in ten minutes, and Jimmy had a feeling Lia was not the kind of woman who responded well to being kept waiting.

The mission had been uneventful. Maybe no one would notice if he didn’t check in tonight. His decision made, he drove directly to the Hilton so fast it was a miracle he didn’t get pulled over for speeding. He stopped only long enough to grab a box of condoms and breath mints at the twenty-four-hour convenience store across the street from the hotel.

Jimmy remembered to unstrap his leg holster and secure his weapon in the glove compartment. He even remembered to lock his parked car, but that was about the only time his mind strayed from thinking about what was about to happen up in that suite.

Inside the massive marble lobby, he gave his name to the man standing behind the front desk, thinking there was a good chance he’d be thrown out on his ass. Lo and behold, he wasn’t. Instead, he was ushered by another uniform-clad employee into a brass and mahogany-lined elevator car with only two buttons inside. They read
Lobby
and
Presidential Suite
.

As the valet, or whatever he was called, rode up the many floors to the top with him, Jimmy finally allowed himself to stop thinking this whole thing must be some kind of a joke. That was something he knew for sure when the elevator doors opened onto the eerily quiet, private hallway on the top floor of the building.

The hotel employee held the door open with one arm and dismissed him with a nod. “Have a good night, sir.”

“Thanks.” He stepped out onto a marble floor. With a swish, the doors swept shut behind him and he was alone facing a single, massive white door.

Jimmy ignored the erratic pounding of his heart and raised his hand to knock. When the door swung wide a moment later, Lia stood before him wearing nothing but a black strapless bra, lacy thong underwear and mile-high heels.

He didn’t question the state of her attire. Her intentions were clear enough, so he simply walked in and blindly slammed the door shut behind him. Never a man to beat around the bush, Jimmy grabbed her head with one hand and her waist with the other and sank his tongue deep into her warm, welcoming mouth. He explored down the silky warm flesh to land on her ass cheek and discovered she felt as good as she looked.

Lia let him enjoy both her mouth and body for long enough to make his hard-on start to throb as it pressed against the zipper of his pants. Then she pulled away. “You don’t waste any time, do you?”

A woman who answered the door half-naked shouldn’t talk about how fast he was moving.

“Darlin’, you ain’t seen nothing yet.” He ran his hands one more time over her firm curves with a groan.

Enough with the standing. Time to get horizontal. He glanced around the large space. It was decorated like a living room with a sofa and a huge flat-screen television that he might enjoy at another time when he didn’t have a raging hard-on and a willing woman beneath his hands. His gaze swept quickly over the kitchenette and dining area and landed on a partially closed door. Bingo.

She let out a small squeak as he scooped her up and headed for the adjoining room where he hoped to find a bed. A really large one if he was lucky. What he had in mind was going to take more than a little bit of time and a whole lot of space. When he pushed the door open wider with one foot and saw the king-sized mattress with the bedding already turned down for the night, it looked as if he was blessed enough to get what he wanted.

He dropped her on the bed and began tearing off what remained of his uniform. He’d long since ditched the jacket back in the car, so all he had left was the button-down shirt and pants.

She watched each piece of clothing fall to the floor, including his underwear, and then stared at his naked body. “Nice.”

Jimmy didn’t miss the gleam in Lia’s eye as she said that. Damn right, it was nice. He worked hard enough to get this body. About time he put it to use for something other than practice maneuvers and fighting bad guys.

“Glad you approve, darlin’.” He pulled her panties down with both hands and spread her legs. He ignored her surprised intake of breath and settled himself eyelevel with her creamy thighs and a whole lot more. She was totally bald down there except for a tiny neat triangle of red curls. The rest was smooth and hair-free. It was different and really hot.

He must have been staring for quite a while, because she finally reached down and grabbed his head in both hands, raising his face so he could see hers.

“What’s the matter, handsome? Don’t your waitress girlfriends believe in Brazilian bikini waxes?”

So that’s what it was called. He’d have to remember that. But hot as she was, and as incredible as her Brazilian bikini wax looked, he didn’t need any more of her smart-ass waiter comments. He was betting she was a talker, and he wanted quiet so he could fully enjoy himself.

There was one sure-fire way to make sure she stopped talking.

He has met the enemy…but he’s never fought desire like this.

A Few Good Men

© 2012 Cat Johnson

Red, Hot, & Blue, Book 7

Deployed in the deadliest place on earth, Army Staff Sergeant John Blake relies on caffeine, adrenaline, years of training and sheer force of will to get through his days. He has no problem with his tank crew passing around a sexy romance novel, but John’s a fighter, not a lover. He’ll pass.

Winding up as the author’s accidental pen pal wasn’t in his plan, but there’s something about her sweet, caring emails that have him looking forward to checking his inbox.

Week after week, Maureen Mullen, aka erotic romance writer Summer Winters, has dated one loser after another in a quest to find the last decent man on earth. Now it seems she’s found him—halfway around the world. When it comes to falling for unavailable men, she’s batting a thousand.