Resisting Her Commander Hero. Lucy Ryder
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what I’m talking about, Francis,” he said wearily. “I’m talking about what you did on the mountain.”
“I don’t know what your problem is,” she half snarled, lurching upright in her seat as though preparing for a fight. “It’s not like I was the one without a safety line. You were,” she pointed out shortly. “I’m not the one who thinks she’s a big, bad indestructible SEAL too cool to die.”
“What’s that supposed to mean? Of course I’m not indestructible. What gave you that idea?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” she tossed over her shoulder as she reached again for the door handle and shoved the door open. “Maybe this insatiable need you have to be a damn hero.”
She hopped out before he could answer and slammed the door with way more force than necessary before stomping her way up the garden path.
Muttering curses, Nate got out and followed, wondering what he thought he was doing. This was exactly why he needed to keep his distance, because five minutes in her company and he was ready to howl with frustration.
Taking the stairs three at a time, he moved beneath the light to where she was digging in her shoulder bag for her keys. Without looking up, she snarled irritably, “Go away. I’m not in the mood for any of your annoying lectures.”
Controlling himself with difficulty, he said mildly, “Humor me,” and folded his arms across his chest. Propped against the wall, he studied her pale face in the glow of the overhead porch light. “You owe me that at least.”
“Excuse me? I owe you?” She gaped up at him for a couple of beats before a scoffing laugh escaped. “I think you have that backward, Commander Big Shot,” she drawled. “The way I remember it, bub,” she said, poking his abs with a hard finger, “you were on your way over that cliff when I saved you.”
He grabbed her hand before she could drill a hole in his chest, tightening his grip when she tried to snatch it back. Her growl of frustration had his brow arching with amusement.
“Exactly,” he said with masculine superiority, knowing it would get a reaction out of her. Besides, why should he be the only one with escalating blood pressure? “You seem to forget how well I know you, Francis,” he said quietly. “That daring leap off the ledge was impulsive. You never gave a thought to that safety line and you know it.”
“You don’t know anything about me, Nathan,” she snapped, and pulled free. “You just think you do. You left here when I was a girl to go off to prove what a big badass you were. What’s more reckless than that? Besides, I’m not that adoring little kid you once knew, and even if what you say is true—and it’s not,” she snapped, jabbing the air with her keys, “you’re lucky I did make that leap, or you’d be whipping poor soldier angels into shape instead of standing here now, annoying me.”
It wasn’t in the least bit amusing. He sighed. “Frankie—”
“I’m sorry.” Her voice hitched. “I wasn’t thinking.” She was quiet a moment before adding, “I meant you’d be stomping around in hell with your size thirteen boots, trying to save lost souls. Isn’t that what you always do, Lieutenant Commander? Save lost souls?” She drew in a deep breath as though that brief flash of fire had exhausted her. “I’m not a lost soul,” she said flatly, shoving a shaky hand through her hair as she leaned back against the door to study him through drooping lids. “I never was. Only you could never see that.”
“Have you forgotten I how many times I saved your skin over the years?” he demanded tersely, recalling how they’d all—he, Jack and Ty—tried to make up for Frankie’s parents’ disinterest in their daughter, only to have her run circles around them.
She closed her eyes and wearily pushed herself upright, ramming her elbow into his gut when she turned to shove the key into the lock. “I don’t need saving, Nate,” she muttered. “I can save myself. And even if I did need a savior, it wouldn’t be you.”
Her words burrowed beneath his skin. “I get that,” he growled furiously, because that’s what she had wanted once. “But what you did last night was reckless.”
“Don’t let it go to your head, stud,” she dismissed coolly, pushing the door open before pausing with one foot inside. “I would have done it for anyone. You’re just mad because I beat you to it. Mad that the badass Navy SEAL got rescued by a girl.”
“Don’t make this about me, Frankie,” Nate said irritably, ignoring her accusation because what she’d said was ridiculous. Besides, he was the trained professional. It was his job to save people.
“Why not?” she shot back heatedly. “It’s not like I was alone on that ledge. It’s not like I was just going to—” She stopped abruptly and sucked in a sharp breath, turning away.
“It’s not like you were just going to what, Frankie?” Nate demanded. “Use your head? Think before you acted? Because that’s your usual MO, isn’t it? Wade into the fray and damn the consequences?”
The look she sent over her shoulder was filled with hurt and fury. “You know what? Never mind. You brought me home. Thanks.” She turned away as though she couldn’t bear the sight of him. “You can leave. You’re good at that.”
He caught her arm. “Excuse me?”
She tried to yank her arm free but he tightened his grip, not wanting her to disappear inside where she’d no doubt continue to ignore him. “If I have to tell you,” she drawled smartly, “you’re not half as smart as I thought you were.”
“And you, babe?” he growled. “How smart are you?”
She froze, her fiery green eyes turning arctic as she glared up at him. “Tell me you did not just call me ‘babe’.” Her mouth curled in distaste. “Take it back and I might consider letting you live.”
It was such a Frankie thing to say that Nate couldn’t help the low laugh that escaped him. It was clearly the wrong thing to do because she sucked in a furious breath and punched him.
She tried to punch him again but Nate was expecting it and reacted with lightning-fast reflexes, wrapping his hand around her much smaller fist and yanking her against him.
Dark satisfaction filled him when a shocked squeak emerged from between her parted lips. “You only get one shot, babe,” he warned silkily, staring into eyes gone dark with surprise.
* * *
Infuriated by his warning, by the name he’d used on her when it was what he called all his other women, his laughter—heck, all of the above—Frankie stared up into his hard, handsome face, and with her free hand punched him again. Harder.
Her fist practically bounced off his steel-hard abs and before she could growl her frustration he’d backed her against the wall, both wrists imprisoned in his inescapable grip. She ignored the slight discomfort in her back, furious with the easy way he pinned her hands beside her head.
Her startled protest was interrupted by a low, rough curse that ended on, “You just had to, didn’t you?” And then he did something that shocked her even more. He swooped in and slammed his mouth down on hers.
Frankie went utterly still, shock reverberating through her. To be perfectly honest, she’d been hoping to get a reaction from him, but she’d never expected him to...to... Oh, boy.
The next instant she thought, How dare he kiss me? and tried to bite him, but he broke the kiss, his breathing furious and choppy in the predawn silence. As though he was restraining himself from throttling her. With a great deal of effort.
Yeah, well, she was restraining herself too. From melting into a puddle at his feet. But there was no way she would ever admit it. Even on threat of dismemberment.
“You little hellion,” he rasped against her lips, and roughly took her mouth again. This time the kiss lasted longer than those first furious seconds and, completely against her will, Frankie found herself kissing him back.