Hot Pursuit - Denise A. Agnew [9]
And her clothes. They surprised the hell out of him. She wore a stretchy red top that slicked along her body and her black mini-skirt clung to her butt without looking vaguely obscene. Her black hose skimmed down over mile-long legs, and her funky black boots looked ready for a visit in the snow. She was still about five five—not tall, not short. Yeah, her legs were plenty lengthy enough to wrap around his hips while he rode her. And damn he wanted to ride her hard.
He hadn’t expected, nor did he understand why seeing her right after Shelly’s betrayal could do this to him. Sex he could find if that’s all he wanted. But that kiss—hell that had screwed his dearly held delusions. When he’d walked in the bar this evening, he’d wanted nothing to do with a woman. A few minutes later the sexiest female in his fantasies walked in and he was a friggin’ goner.
He’d stared at her so long she blushed. God, even those stormy blue eyes flashed, berating him and turning him on at the same time. If he had his way tonight, she’d be in his bed. Under him. Next to him. However he could seduce her.
Kissing her had been heaven and hell. Her body against him had promised softness, comfort, a hot place to find refuge for his stone-hard cock. Could he look at her as simply a quick and dirty fuck? He had to. It wasn’t like he’d be in town much longer, and long-term relationships weren’t an option in his line of work. At least not in his mind.
“Vic?” her liquid-soft voice asked, breaking him out of his sexual fantasy.
“What?” He asked the question softly, forgetting her original question.
“What did your ex-girlfriend do?”
He released her hand, the one so close to his thigh. Damn. He could refuse to answer, but how fair would that be after she’d confessed so much to him? He wanted to drag her boyfriend across the floor and use his face for a mop.
“Shelly Cannell. She’s a fellow soldier. A medic. I met her in Afghanistan about two months ago and she also bandaged me up recently.”
Her eyes widened. “You were hurt?”
He flexed his still-sore leg under the table. “Yeah. Shrapnel wounds in my left thigh.”
“How long ago?”
“A month.” He felt compelled to say, “I’ll be heading back to work soon.”
She nodded, her eyes unreadable for a moment. “Off to God knows where.”
He grinned, the ironic twist on her lips filled with sarcasm. “I’m going to Fort Carson. Then I’ll be ready to ship out on another tour if necessary.”
“I’m glad you’re okay.”
Those sky-lit eyes clouded. She squeezed his forearm, and her hand looked small and pale against his sweater. Her fingernails weren’t polished, but they were long and pretty. What surprised him was the depth of concern he felt coming from her.
On impulse, he placed his hand over hers. “Thanks for caring.”
She nodded again. “So this Shelly. How involved were you?”
He released her hand, and she drew it away.
Here it comes. The confession.
“We’d dated off and on for a couple of months.”
“I take it the relationship was serious?”
He shrugged. “It was getting there.”
“What happened?”
“She decided to charge me with sexual harassment.”
He could see her eyes change, and she seemed to shrink back from him a little. Damn it. He didn’t want her afraid of him. He knew she’d keep asking questions, so he resolved to tell her without making it more complicated or making her work for the answers.
“I see,” she said, her tone cautious. “Why did she do that?”
He sighed. “One night we were about to have sex. The first night we were going to have sex. She told me that she was bi-sexual, but said she didn’t tell me because she was afraid I’d tell her commander. The don’t-ask, don’t-tell policy.”
“I told her I didn’t want to see her any more. Not because she was bisexual, but because she didn’t trust me and thought it was okay to lie to me by omission. She got mad as hell and decided it