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Ana had to admit later that she liked Nash’s way of drying her body much more than she did when alone and dealing with the chore herself. Though shivers from the cool air made goosebumps appear, Nash didn’t hurry.

Instead, he followed up with kisses on every area where the towel finished it’s work. While happy to just let his own body drip-dry with one towel around his hips to catch the worst of the drops, his thoroughness earned him stars.

Still sultry from their recent intimacy and unwilling to stop his attentions, she found the earlier throbbing had returned with a vengeance. With her senses swirling, and her body melting, she reached her arms around his neck. Lifting on tiptoes, shesearched for his mouth and gave him a searing kiss that had him breathing as hard as she found herself doing.

His husky voice whispered, “Again? You’re not sore?”

“Again. Not sore and don’t care.”

Lifting her, he laid her on the covers and followed her down. This time, she wriggled her way to straddle him and began caressing his face, her hands threading through his wet hair while her lips caught his in a deep, drugging kiss. “My turn.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” Teasingly, he threw his arms wide and grinned with glee. “I’m all yours.”

Within seconds, he went back to hugging, holding her close while she kissed his body in the kind of treatment he’d chosen for her. Loving the sound of his humming, she became shocked at the tightening of his muscles that made her aware of her power. The man under her was huge and rock hard, yet gentle in all the ways that counted.

When he surprised her by twisting their positions, she gladly lay under him, giving over her role of aggressor. Glued together by sweat and need, both striving, wriggling, loving the feeling of rubbing against each other, she finally captured his rigid heat and soon it became buried deep inside her.

His call of gladness filled her deeply, and she lifted so their joining could be complete. Arched and coiled, with him plunging, probing, weaving to stretch her body in order to gain the deepest possible pathway, incited beyond reason, she moaned her orgasm for the long seconds that it pulsed inside.

When her body tightened around his, spasming, draining him, ensuring he followed her to completion, she cooed purring noises that made her bite her lips to stop the impossible. Finally, slipping off her, he rolled to the side and lay there catching his breath. When she turned to look at him only to find him doing the same to her, she smiled.

He held his hand up for her to entwine her fingers, and she did. Their eyes connected, sending messages of shocked delight at how good they were together. Words weren’t necessary. Instead they both leaned in to kiss gently, and then she snuggled against his length, closed her eyes, and drifted off.

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Hours later, it was Nash who heard the noises in the house while she still slept.

Chapter Thirty

“Darlin’, time to wakey, wakey. We have a visitor.” Nash’s low tone conveyed instantly that Ana needed to heed his words. Slipping from her dreamworld happened in seconds, a skill programmed into one who’d done a lot of stakeouts earlier in her career.

“Any idea who it is?” Whispering, she slipped from the bed and grabbed the clean clothes she’d left on the chair for after her shower. Seconds later, dressed and ready, she moved over to her father’s night table and reached under for a secret drawer that sprung open to reveal a weapon.

Nash, dressed now too, stopped to stare, asking without saying a word. Instinctively understanding his unspoken query, she murmured low. “My dad always kept this gun here in case of… hell, I don’t know. His cop mentality followed him everywhere. Stay behind me.”

Nodding, he reached to open the door leading them back into the hallway to the living room. Glad now that they’d chosento use her parents’ entrance and shower facilities, he liked not being trapped upstairs in a loft.

The late morning light illuminated the area well enough for them to make out any person who might be here. Again, they heard the sounds, coming from above. With Ana in front, he followed her to the stairs.

Before they could take more than a couple of stairs, Hanna strode from her room, stopped dead, and screamed in shock from seeing another person. The unexpected blast made him jump back, while grabbing the railing so as not to fall.

Ana’s calm voice broke the spell. “Hanna, you’re okay. It’s us. Me and Nash. My Lord, girl, you’re here.” By the time Ana had spoken those words, she had the gun hidden in the back of her jeans, and her arms were tight around the young, jubilant teen who’d rushed her. As cries of delight filled the house, they heard a voice from the room she’d just left.

“Hanna. Who is it? Hanna?”

With the others talking at once, Nash finally made his way around the two still hugging and poked his head into the room where the voice could be heard. “Carly? It’s Hanna’s friend Nash. I’m with Ana. Are you okay?”

Carly came out from the closet where she’d hid after hearing Hanna’s scream. Stepping closer, her fear tangible, he stopped and waited. “We’re the good guys, honey. You don’t have to be afraid. In fact, I sat with your dad, Sam, last night, and he’s going to be one happy man when he hears we’ve found you.”

Instantly, the girl broke from her daze, her suspicions gone, and she ran to him… into his open arms and hugged as if she’d never let go. Nash felt a sensation welling up inside, the same one he experienced during every fire where he’d managed to save a thankful victim… and it never grew old. Instead, he allowed himself to experience the joy once again, closed his eyes, letting the emotions renew his spirit.

Once the greetings were over, and they’d all accepted that the girls were safe, they sat around the kitchen table over steaming cups of fragrant coffee and wonderful smelling pancakes Ana had whipped up from the large box of mix. Hanna, who loved bacon, helped cook the meal, happy in her role as sous chef and cheerfully nattering with Ana in a low voice.

Pouring the icy cold orange juice, Nash helped Carly into the chair and took a seat himself. Glancing her way, he said, “I’m sorry about your leg, honey. No wonder you couldn’t get into the back of the truck. I get it that Hanna couldn’t lift you in herself.”

“She probably could have if I wasn’t so scared. After the first attempt, I was terrified in case he saw us.”

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