Airman To The Rescue

It took her a minute to realize that in her panic she’d crossed a dangerous line. She was pretty much straddling his hips. Not exactly how she’d pictured winding up in this position, with all her clothes still on, but damned if she would move now. She had a perfectly good excuse to be hovering over him, in care and concern over whether he’d managed to electrocute himself trying to fix her money pit of a house.

“I’m okay.”

“What happened?”

“It’s worse than I thought.” He looked at the wiring above them, then at her. “I’m not sure I can move my legs.”

Sarah drew in a sharp breath. What had she done? Why, oh why, had she let him help her? “You...you can’t m-move your legs?”

He didn’t answer, but in one swift move he flipped her and now she lay under him.

“How about that? Guess I can move them. Just needed a little motivation is all.”

She pushed on his chest, marveling at how quickly he’d switched gears. “Not funny, Matt! You scared me.”

But his eyes were serious now, incredibly so, as he braced himself above her. She shivered when one hand skimmed down her arm until he came to her wrist and cuffed it. Sarah didn’t breathe. Didn’t move. Letting go of her wrist, Matt’s hand went to her hair clip and he removed it. He made an innately male sound as her hair tumbled down around her shoulders, loose. His finger traced the edge of her jawline and he followed with his lips. Oh boy. She’d wanted this for so long that the moment they were both caught in seemed surreal. But these were her hands moving under his shirt to touch the solid planes of his muscular chest, luxuriating in how warm and hard and positively male he was. This would finally happen. Happen now. Any minute he’d kiss her senseless, unless she kissed him first. Any time now.

The doorbell rang.

Shackles yipped and barked, doing his job and sounding the alarm. People! People! Hurry and let them in so I can sniff them!

Matt removed his hand from her ass. “You expecting anyone?”

“No.” She tried to tug him down by his powerful neck while she prayed silently that whoever was at the door would give up and go away. Fast. But Matt wasn’t giving an inch.

The doorbell rang again. Shackles became hysterical with the barking. Matt moved off the bed. And Sarah decided whoever was at the door would be dead in two minutes flat.

“Okay.” She rose from the bed and smoothed back her hair. Licked her unkissed lips. “I’ll go see who that is.”

But no one was dying tonight, because behind her front door stood Emily and Stone.

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