Men Of Honour. Lori Foster
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it under the knob.
Seeing that, Molly’s face tightened with dread. “You’re sure those guys in the van are gone?”
“I watched them leave.” Dare came over to her. “But either way, I’m not going to let anyone touch you. You have my word.”
A sad smile flickered. “If anyone can make that promise, I believe you can.”
He needed to change the subject to lighten her mood. “What was all that oh-my-God business from your sister?”
Genuine humor brightened her smile a touch more. Molly poked him in the side. “Your hard body impressed her, that’s all.”
How ridiculous. “Meaning Jett is a slouch, huh?”
Now she laughed. “No, of course not. You saw him.”
Refusing to compliment another man’s physicality, Dare just grunted.
Molly wasn’t fooled. “You know he’s a prime specimen, Dare Macintosh. Don’t pretend otherwise.” She turned to look out the window, watching her sister and Jett leave the lot. “It’s just that you’re so far beyond average buffness, not many guys could ever compare.” She put a hand to the glass. “You’re beyond anything, I think.”
He knew his own ability, had always accepted it, but her excessive praise made his ears hot. “You’re being silly, Molly. I’m just a man.”
“No.” She shook her head, and Dare saw her shoulders slump a little. “You’re exceptional in so many ways. Natalie was just acknowledging it to me.”
Dare stood behind her, not touching her, but close enough to feel her heat and breathe in her scent. Keeping his hands off her challenged him. Even after her sister and Jett pulled out of the lot, she stood there.
“You okay, honey?”
She nodded. “Yeah, I am. It’s just …” She gave up her supervision from the window. “When will I get to see her again?”
What she really wanted to know was when would her life be returned to normal. Sometimes being an honest man sucked. He would have liked to lie to her, to promise her a quick resolution. But lying to her would never sit right. “I don’t know, baby. But I’m working on it.”
Soft breath left her in a sigh. She closed her eyes, but only for a second of grief. When she opened them again, the melancholy had been replaced with acceptance. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t do that.”
“I don’t mean to be a complainer. You’re doing so much already. And I know it’s going to work out eventually.”
“You are far from a complainer, Molly.” She was so damned accepting that it amazed him.
“I guess … being here, back at my apartment …” She waved a hand, at a loss for the right words. “I just see so many loose ends that I can’t really tie up, not while I have to keep looking over my shoulder.”
Her warmth drew him, so Dare trailed a knuckle along her jaw. “Will you tell your agent or publisher what happened?”
“God, no.” With an emphatic shake of her head, she said, “The fewer people who know, the better I like it. If it comes out, then it does. I won’t hide from it or be … be ashamed about it.”
“You have no reason to be.”
She agreed. “But this is one of those things that if I tell even a little of it, people will want to know more. They’ll start digging for every ugly detail.” Pride stiffened her spine. “It’s private, and I have no interest in advertising it.”
Dare got it. Many would pity her if they knew what she’d endured, and some would speculate on things that had not happened. Molly wasn’t the type to accept wrong assumptions or excess compassion.
But she wasn’t naive. She knew the truth would come out eventually. “I guess that’s not the kind of publicity you want.”
“Can you imagine?” She stepped up against him and wrapped her arms around him. “I already feel far too exposed without people talking about it.”
The perfect fit of her in his arms stirred Dare more, but right now what she wanted, what she needed, was comfort, so he only held her.
Through the window he saw that the black night had faded to gray. Before long, the sun would rise.
Molly tipped her head back to see him. “I think I’ll take a bath.”
Disappointment knotted his guts, but no way in hell would he let her know that. “Okay.” Exhaustion pulled at him, but he wouldn’t sleep. Not yet. Not until he had her somewhere safe. “It’ll do you good to relax a little. Go ahead, and I’ll clean up the mess in here.”
Both palms on his chest, Molly whispered, “I was sort of hoping that you’d join me.”
That compelling offer blasted his tiredness into oblivion. “Yeah?”
An impish smile teased him. “I don’t know, though. The tub isn’t huge,” she said. “And you’re awfully … big.”
He fought the grin trying to take over. “If we work on our positioning, I think we’ll fit just fine.” After one quick kiss, he turned her and planted a light swat on that tempting ass. “Go get things started while I put this mess away.”
She sent an indulgent laugh over her shoulder. “Chris is right, you know. You are a neat freak.”
The mention of Chris made him wonder how his girls were doing. It was too early to call, but he’d check in with them on the way to her father’s home.
Dare watched Molly disappear around the corner, and a second later he heard the water running. Primed, he made short work of the empty cola cans and pizza box. After rinsing the few dishes they’d used, he put them into her dishwasher. Other, soured dishes, had been in there since her abduction, so he went ahead and ran a cycle.
Already he’d seen every inch of her place. But as he surveyed it again, he thought that it could benefit from a good cleaning; it showed the absence of use since she’d been gone. If they were staying, he’d help her with that. But he wanted Molly as far from this place as he could get her, the sooner the better.
After checking all the windows again, Dare went to find her in the bathroom.
She didn’t hear him come in, and he lounged against the doorframe, content to watch her. Already naked, with her shoulder-length hair pinned atop her head, she tested the water filling the tub—and gave Dare one hell of a show.
Lust carried him forward until he had her within reach. From behind, he cupped his hand over her sex—and she jumped in startled surprise, jerking around to face him.
Face going hot, she said, “You are far too quiet for a big man.”
Dare’s attention went to her heavy breasts. He cupped one in each hand, but resolutely held himself in check. She wanted a bath, he’d give her a bath. And now that he’d already had her, he’d be able to explore her body as he wanted without losing control.
Releasing her, he moved to the tub and turned off the water. “Get in.”
She bit her lips, already breathing fast. Dare waited, visually exploring her ripe body until she gave in. He held her hand as she climbed into the tub and eased down into the warm water. Steam rose around her. The water lapped at the bottom of her breasts.
Wearing only jeans, Dare knelt down on the outside of the tub. “Lean back.”
“I thought you were going to get in with me.”
“I will. After.”
“After … what?”
“After you come for me again.”
Her eyes rounded, and she started to protest. Dare leaned