Rescue Me

breasts. At her little pink nipples that fit perfectly into his mouth. Sadie had a beautiful body. A woman’s body, and she wasn’t shy about walking around naked. He liked that about her. He liked that she was confident and open to sex on a desk in a destroyed office. He liked that she didn’t play games. And as hypocritical as it was coming from a guy who’d hooked up with his share of random women, he liked that she didn’t hang out in bars and hook up with random men. At least, not any that he knew about.
    He liked a lot of things about her. No matter her difficult relationship with her father, she’d stayed in town and visited him every day. He liked that she laughed easily. Sometimes at him. Most surprising, he liked that she talked to fill up the silence, even when he wasn’t paying all that much attention. Like now as she squirted lotion in her palms and rubbed it into the soft skin of her inner thighs. Holy hell. She smelled like lemon. He liked lemon. He liked inner thighs, too.
    “Vince?”
    “Yeah?” He returned his gaze to hers.
    “I asked you a question.”
    He’d been trained by the finest military in the world. He could pay attention to several things at once if he chose. “What?”
    She rolled her eyes. “Do you always yell ‘hooyah’ when you orgasm?”
    How had they gone from talking about cake to orgasms? “I yell ‘hooyah’?”
    “Well, more like a groan.”
    He didn’t know that. “That’s embarrassing.”
    “No one’s ever told you?”
    He shook his head and rose to his feet. “Maybe I only hooyah for you.” He walked across the tiled floor toward her. “Do you always ululate like an Arab woman when you orgasm?”
    She laughed and looked up at him. “That’s embarrassing. No one’s ever mentioned it before you.”
    He knelt between her knees and slid his hands up her bare, smooth thighs. The tips of his fingers touched the elastic legs of her panties. “Maybe no one else has what it takes.”
    She sucked in a breath and held it. “Apparently you ululate me.”
    “Hooyah.” His thumbs brushed her through the thin cotton and he took her breast into his mouth. He licked and sucked until her nipples were hard, and then he lowered his mouth and buried his face between her legs. He pushed aside the crotch of her underwear, and he’d licked and sucked her there, too.
    “Vince.” She hadn’t ululated. No yelling nor howling. Just a soft moan of his name in the still room. The sound of her pleasure as sweet as the taste of her in his mouth. When he’d entered her tight body, he’d held her face in his hands and watched the pleasure part her lips. He’d felt it grip his dick, contract and pulse and massage his own pleasure.
    He lightly bit her bare shoulder. “I’ll go and let you sleep.”
    Her yawn whispered in the darkness. “You can stay if you want.”
    He never stayed. Leaving in the morning was always more awkward than leaving the night before.
    “You can leave before the Parton sisters get here or stay and they’ll make you breakfast.”
    “Wouldn’t that be awkward?”
    She shrugged. “Your truck has been here two nights now. So I imagine everyone on the ranch knows about you. Heck, probably everyone in Potter County knows. Besides, I’m thirty-three, Vince. I’m an adult.”
    Even if staying weren’t awkward, waking up screaming like a girl and running into walls would be. When her soft, even breathing lifted her chest, he rose from her bed and dressed. He shut and locked her window, and glanced at her one last time before he walked from the room and down the stairs. He turned the lock on the knob of the front door and closed it behind him, making sure she was safe and secure inside. He would have felt better if she had an alarm system and a .357 in her nightstand.
    Billions of stars crammed the endless Texas night as he moved to his truck and fired it up, and as he drove down the dirt road toward the highway, he thought of the Gas and Go and everything he needed to get done before he was ready for the real renovations to begin. If not for Sadie, he would have finished the demolition in the office and half the front counter tonight. But the moment she’d stepped out of the car and the sunlight had shone in her hair, he’d known he wasn’t going to do anything but get naked.
    Billy Idol’s “White Wedding” played from the cell phone in his cup holder and he smiled. It was midnight in Texas. Ten in Seattle. He hit the answer button on