Take No Prisoners Book #5
Remy LaDue, hot Navy SEAL with SEAL Team 10, is on a mission. He's planned a special vacation to the Colorado Rockies with the express purpose of proposing to the woman he loves on Christmas morning. He knows it a long shot, with both their jobs keeping them away from each other for months out of the year, but he wants her as his forever lover and will risk everything to marry her.
Mitchell Sanders is as dedicated to her work as an NCIS Agent as Remy is to his calling as a Navy SEAL. Independent, driven and passionate about justice and protecting innocents, she would no sooner give up her job as Remy.
When a criminal she helped to capture and convict escapes on the eve of their departure, Mitchell is torn between sticking around to recapture him and going with Remy, opting to follow her desire this once. Plans change as the mountains become a nightmare and they struggle to put an end to the threats that plague their idyllic vacation and Remy's plans for his Christmas surprise.
I love the Colorado Rockies and would one day like to have a cabin in the mountains. My husband and I didn't learn to snow ski until we were in our 30's. Our instructor was in his 70's and still skiing. My husband, not me, decided he wanted to be that man when he was in his 70's. We go skiing 2-3 times a year in his quest to keep skiing. Something about the sound of the skis on the crusty snow and the fresh, crisp mountain air keeps bringing us back.
"Hey, I just saw your fiancée on the news. Everything all right?"
Remy's pulse leapt. "Don't know. I'll get back to you." Dropping his phone on the couch, he dove for the television remote, clicking it on, and setting it on the local news station.
Images of the courthouse appeared on the screen, with gunmen and people scattering in all directions. In the background, he made out Mitchell's SUV. The image switched to a reporter pressing a microphone into Mitchell's face, asking her what had happened.
Mitchell's hair was pulled back into a ponytail and her face was grim. "No comment,” she said, and pushed past the reporter, her body tense.
The news anchor droned on about Rocco Hatch's escape as Remy absorbed what had just happened. He was reaching for his cell phone when the scrape of a key in the lock caught his attention. Before the lock twisted, Remy was there, yanking open the door.
Mitchell stood in the frame, her face tired, the knees of her suit trousers ripped, and a smudge of dirt across her face. Her lips lifted. "Hey."
"Oh, baby." He opened his arms and she fell into them. He eased backward and closed the door behind her, gathering her against his body.
"You're a sight for sore eyes," she said, her words muffled against his naked chest.
Her breath was warm on his skin, stirring his blood. "Yeah, and you're not so bad yourself."
She snorted and pulled back enough to give him a crooked smile. "I had planned on being home hours ago, having a gourmet dinner cooked, and lying naked on the couch for when you walked through that door."
His cock twitched at the erotic image. "We can still do all that." He waved toward the kitchen counter. "I have an Italian gourmet dinner. Your favorite pizza pie with pepperoni, onion, and black olives." As he spoke, he slid her jacket over her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Then he slipped the buckle of her shoulder holster loose, and eased it too from her shoulders, draping it over the back of a chair.
"Now you're talking." Mitchell skimmed her hands over his chest and around to his back, dropping low to capture his ass in her palms, pressing him closer. "Miss me much?"
Already hard, his member nudged her belly, ready to skip right to their reunion sex. With every ounce of control he could muster, he set her away from him. "You should eat. I need my woman to have the energy to last all night long. And tomorrow we're on our way to Colorado."
Her hands tightened on his buttocks and pulled him back against her. "I don't want food. I want you." Flashing a sexy grin, she leaned up on her toes and pressed her mouth against his.
His control unraveling, Remy's blood heated and he captured her head in his hands, slipping the ponytail free. God, it felt good to run his fingers through her hair, and to feel her body pressed against his.
The tight buds of her distended nipples scraped his chest through her shirt and bra, and he couldn't wait to get her out of her clothes.
Sucking in a breath, Mitchell slipped her hands inside the elastic of his shorts and gripped his naked butt. "Aren't we a bit overdressed?"