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David shrugged. He bit the inside of his lip to keep from laughing. He didn’t for one minute think Megan would let herself be too distracted by anything to do her job. His sister was far too serious to shirk her duty simply because her hormones were bothering her.

“Like you said—his life is at stake—but among my team you’re the best shot and have the sharpest eye. I guess my advice for you is to settle things as best you can for now and try to get your mind back in the game where it belongs. It would take too long to recruit a new female guard and run all the checks on her. You’re going to have to be on the float with him.”

Megan sat quietly for a few moments, then finally nodded. Okay. If it had to be her, it would be her. But she couldn’t do it while she was so distracted. Even a stalker with poor aim would catch her off-guard if Nicolas decided to flirt with her.

That meant she had exactly two days to level things out between them.

There was only one action she could reasonably take to make sure the tension between them got resolved.

***

Her text message had been cryptic and he’d stood at his window too long thinking about what it meant to have time to change clothes. When the doorbell rang, he was still in the sweats he’d worked out in. Chest bare of the sweaty shirt he’d discarded already, he walked to the door to let Megan inside.

He opened it and found her dressed as casually as he was. Her bottom curves were encased in loose sweats. The blue lace of her bra was visible under the fitted white top she’d donned over them, but he restrained himself from commenting on what he could see. His gaze had a hard time reaching her face, but when it finally did, he noticed hers hadn’t managed to get as far as his eyes either. It made the last hour in his building’s gym worth the effort he put in. He grinned at catching her staring at his chest.

“See anything you like?” he asked, trying to sound snarky and uncaring. Frustration helped his cause. He was tired of cold showers and dreams of her. He wanted to do something about the awareness dancing between them every time they were together.

Snark left when she lifted her head. Megan’s dazed expression was full of lust for him, and it took his breath away. She cleared her throat just as he opened his mouth to apologize.

“Yes. I like what I see, and I see a man I’ve always liked. You have some nice pecs—for a geek.”

Sighing over her backhanded compliments, Nicolas sighed, stepped back, and motioned her in. “I see we’re still trading insults. So why are you here? Did you come to torture me again?”

Matching his frustrated sigh, Megan shook her head. Her stomach fluttered in nervous concern, but her decision was made. She wasn’t backing down.

“I guess it depends on whether or not you consider sleeping with me to be torture. I think having sex is the only way we’re going to be able to deal with our hormonal reaction to each other.”

His heart sped up at her words, but he was tired of being tormented. “What about all the ‘Dr. North’ lectures about not being sure and needing time to think about it?”

Megan dropped her head and stared at the sandals she wore. She had gotten a stupid pedicure and had her toes painted red—mostly just to see what Nicolas would say when he saw them. He hadn’t even noticed. And she didn’t know why that disappointed her. Kendra would pee laughing if she knew.

“Is that some sort of geek fantasy you’ve always harbored? I guess I can call you ‘Dr. North’ if you want. Any other requests?”

Nicolas reached out and tipped her chin up until they were nearly eye to eye. “Stop teasing and tell me what’s really going on in that mind of yours. If I touch you again, you know what’s going to happen between us, don’t you?”

She nodded against his fingers. “Yes. In fact, I’m counting on it in the worst way.”

“Okay then. I need a shower first,” Nicolas said as matter-of-factly as possible.

Stepping closer, he bent his head to swipe a kiss before he left to take care of it. Her hands gripping his arms kept him from leaving.

“Don’t be so dumb. You don’t need a shower. You smell great. That cologne you wear is a damn good investment. Will you fucking kiss me for real before I implode here? Kissing you again is all I can think about.”

His last civilized thought was he’d probably always instantly obey her when she swore at him in such a fierce way.

When their mouths were fused again, he wondered if Megan had any idea she had a habit of whimpering the whole time they were frenching. It was the most arousing thing any woman had ever done with him.

And he also wondered if she was aware of how she wrapped herself around him like an anaconda trying to make sure he stayed close.

His breathing was shallow when he broke contact with her mouth long enough to actually take in a full breath. It was an effort to keep his mouth off hers for even a few seconds. He took the dazed expression Megan now wore as permission to pull off her top. The action revealed the sexy light blue lace bra hiding under it. He loved being right, and he loved the dichotomy of his cussing, hard-ass tomboy wearing lace.

“Don’t you own anything pink? Blue is for boys,” he whispered, as he tried to pull her close enough to kiss again.

“Screw you, St. Nick. Blue is my favorite color, but okay. . .I’ll play your game.”

Reaching behind her, Megan unsnapped her bra. Slipping it off, she took a small step back and held the scrap of dangling lace out to him. She prayed Nicolas couldn’t hear her heart beating hard with the stark fear threatening to paralyze her.

“Here. If blue is for boys, you can have it. It’s obvious by what’s happening below your waist that you’re a boy.”

“Fuck, Megan. I wasn’t ready for. . .I’m not. . .damn it. You drive me crazy. Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

Moving past the bra in her outstretched hand, Nicolas cupped her full breasts in both of his. She shook at the contact and the blue lace bra fell from her fingers to the floor. A second later, those same fingers dug painfully into his arms. His face heated with the urge to wallow in her passionate reaction to what he was doing to her.

His erection throbbed painfully, so he pressed it against her for relief. Since he wasn’t much taller than her, they lined up nearly perfectly. Her answering groan did the same short-circuiting thing to his brain as it had in the car.

Once again, his every thought became centered on intensifying her pleasure to be with him. Where other women barely made an impression, Megan Lynx was an obsession. Tonight he was walking a very delicate edge. His sexy tomboy was tough, but the last thing he wanted was to be crude or rough the first time they were together. He hoped the innate passion between them didn’t cause him to lose control.

“I’ve been wanting you to do that exact move for a long. . .long. . .very long time,” Megan whispered. “Your hands feel so good on me. I used to dream about them. . .and this. . .and us together. Sometimes I’d have an orgasm just imagining what it would be like having sex with you.”

“Megan. . .I’ve always wanted this too.” Bending until his lips touched her shoulder, Nicolas gently squeezed and massaged her breasts until two tiny pebbles pushed at his palms. His satisfaction in arousing her was enormous and they were just getting started. “I’m tired of waiting and I want to make every dream we’ve had about each other come true. Unfortunately, I have to ask you an important question first.”

She nodded and closed her eyes. “It’s okay if you don’t want to wear a condom. I’ve been on birth control for years. If you tell me you’re clean, I’ll believe you.”

Nicolas chuckled and squeezed harder, reveling in the moan he drew out of her.

“Thanks for sharing such important information, and that probably should have been my first question, but it wasn’t the one foremost in my mind. I needed to ask—are you wearing a gun right now? I’ve never been around firearms and I really don’t want yours to go off accidentally when I put my hand in the wrong place.”

“Gun? What. . ? Oh. . .right,” Megan stammered, surprised she’d forgotten her weapon. But such slips were exactly why she had to get this urge for Nicolas out of the way.

Reaching into the front of her sweats she unfastened the belly band holster and pulled it free. Somehow she managed to do the removal without his hands ever leaving her breasts, which made her want to giggle. She met Nicolas’s possessive gaze as she let the elastic holster with the gun in it dangle from one hand like the bra had.

“Okay. I am now officially unarmed, Dr. North. You can commence your seduction without fear of getting your precious equipment accidentally blown off in the process.”

His snicker at her bravado earned an answering giggle back. He was delighted with both of them for handling the moment so well.

“Asking was just a matter of self-preservation. I want you too badly to be completely rational. It’s been all I could do not to push you down to the floor and take my freaking chances with your gun going off before I did.”

“Fine. Okay. Fine. The gun is gone. Now will you kiss me again?” she begged.

Hands still on her breasts, he walked her backwards until they encountered a chair. “Back to kissing in a minute. Drop your weapon,” he ordered, hoping it sounded more movie-ish than bossy.

“Sir. Yes. Sir.”

She did as Nicolas demanded and dropped her gun and holster gently into the chair. Afterward, she was pulled into his arms for a kiss that obliterated all further thinking. Her lips vibrated against his in humming pleasure. Her tongue danced over his when invited. She knew what to expect after kissing him in the car, but wow, kissing him just got better and better and better each time. She wrapped arms around the man in them and hugged tightly to hold Nicolas exactly where he was against her.

Finally, they surfaced from the kiss, mostly because they once again needed air. Nicolas released her only to pull her across his carpeted floor toward a room where a giant bed with rumpled sheets waited.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked, gripping her hard as he tugged on her hand.

Megan snorted. “No, I’m faking it. Screw you for getting your hopes up. Any minute now I’m going to run naked out the door with no gun and no shirt. And what do I care if my boobs bounce in the wind while I’m running away? Of course, I’m sure. I’m half naked already.”

“You have a foul mouth and a shitty attitude. I can’t believe I find it so sexy.”

“How is your lack of balls my problem? If you’d just keep kissing me, I’d have no time to talk. Did you ever consider that strategy, Dr. North? Try it. Go on. I dare you.”

Nicolas laughed and fell on the bed, yanking a laughing Megan down across him. He was doing things with her tonight he’d never ever considered with other women. It was all just happening so damn easily with her, but then being with her was always easy. Even when she was torturing him.

“I was paying you a compliment, not that you’d recognize it,” he exclaimed, rolling her body under his.

“Telling me I have a foul mouth was a compliment? No wonder you’ve not been dating. Your bedside manner needs some serious work, St. Nick.”

Nicolas laughed hard. “You have no right to talk. So does yours.”

“I know. Now kiss me before I get mad at you for ruining my kissing buzz,” Megan said.

Huffing, but still willing to do as she asked, Nicolas bent his face to hers and nibbled at her lips. Her mewling sounds of protest at the light touch he was using had his erection throbbing against the front of her again. In a move he should have been better prepared for, Megan used her hands to pull his mouth to hers. This time she was the aggressor and he nearly did implode. She went looking for tongue and took her damn sweet time sucking on it while he worked their bottoms free of their hips.

Her hips rose in invitation as she kicked one leg free of the fabric. He fell between her legs, capturing her mouth in a deep kiss as he plunged into heaven. Her yell fractured his bliss and broke through the haze making him freeze in place half-way inside her.

“Shit. Did I hurt you? What just happened?” Nicolas demanded.

Megan took a few calming breaths. He was inside her—or at least partially inside her. It was incredible and alarming all at the same time. She damned reality all to hell in that moment for forcing her to deal with something she’d avoided for years.

“Megan, talk to me. What’s going on?” he demanded.

She lifted several fingers to his mouth to get Nicolas to stop asking questions until she was breathing normally again. Finally, she eased her fingers away from his lips. There was no choice except to confess. It wasn’t like he could take back what he’d already done quite proficiently, if a tad violently. But she hoped he wasn’t going to regret it.

“Let’s say I gave us both an early Christmas present. I didn’t think after all these years that it would hurt as much as it did. But I think the worst is over now. I’m just a little. . .shaky still. Give me a minute and then we can try to finish.”

Nicolas swallowed. Shock ruled him, but he still throbbed inside her. If he’d known she hadn’t. . .what? What would he have done differently? He’d wanted to do the exact damn thing he just did since the first time he’d kissed her.

“I don’t know whether to say thank you and stop, or finish what I started in the next two seconds like my body is screaming at me to do. I want to spank you for not warning me. You’re the only virgin I’ve ever. . .”

He paused and studied her steady gaze meeting his.

“Forget it—the past is not important. Let’s just focus on what is. Are you hurting right now?”

At her head shake, he withdrew a little and as gently as possible pushed back in all the way. It was glorious to be inside her. And he wanted to do it again about a thousand times. But first he had to check.

“Was that okay? Did it hurt again?”

Another head shake and he pushed in even further. To calm himself, he pressed his full weight against her pelvis rocking in place until Megan finally pressed back and panted. There was a torturous joy being buried so deeply in her. And it felt so damn right.

Her hips lifting to his was all the encouragement his libido needed to take over again.