Page 40 of Operation K-9 Brothers

I will make you steam

As you cry out my name

When we play our bedroom games

I will make you mine

For all time

Jack watched Nichole read the ridiculous poem or whatever it was that his grandmother had posted, no doubt with Dirty Mary’s help.Amusement filled her eyes, and she pressed her lips together as she tried not to laugh.

He sighed.“Go ahead and laugh.”

“I’m sorry,” she said after regaining her composure.“Now I know where you got your sense of humor.Your grandmother’s a riot.”She scrolled down the page.“And look, you have seventeen responses already.”

He slapped the laptop closed.“Grammie can answer them, ’cause I’m not.”

“Aren’t you even curious?The girl of your dreams might be there.”

He stroked a finger over her bottom lip.“The girl of my dreams is sitting right in front of me.”

“Oh,” she whispered.

“Nichole...”He almost asked her if she’d wait for him when he was on deployment, but neither one of them were ready for that question yet.

“Hmm?”

“I’m going to kiss you,” he said instead, swallowing the words hovering on the tip of his tongue.

“Yes, please.”

Surprising him, she crawled onto his lap, straddling his legs.He put his hands on her hips, stared into those beautiful golden-brown eyes, and wondered what it was about her that had him thinking of a future with her.And even more remarkable, he was good with it.

He lifted a hand to the back of her neck and brought her mouth to his.Her lips were soft against his, her scent washed over him, and he knew that he was lost to this woman.He deepened the kiss, his tongue invading her mouth, needing to taste her, and damn, she tasted delicious.

She pressed against his chest, and he could feel the rapid beat of her heart, proof that she was as affected as him.He growled his satisfaction.Their breaths mingled until he didn’t know where his ended and hers began.

“I want you, Nichole.I need you.”He didn’t care that he’d just given her power over him by admitting his need for her.She could rip him to shreds, and he’d let her.But maybe that was easy to believe because he knew to the bottom of his heart that she wouldn’t.

He stood with her wrapped around him and headed for his bedroom, the dogs hot on his heels.“Stay,” he said, kicking the door closed before they could come in.

Rambo whined, but Dakota was silent, and he knew she’d positioned herself in front of the door where she could stand guard.Rambo whined again as he scratched the wood.Dakota gave a sharp bark, one Jack recognized as a reprimand.He smiled when silence followed.

“Wish he minded me the way he does her,” Nichole said.

“Don’t wanna talk about the dogs right now.”He still held her in his arms, her legs wrapped tight around his hips.Just having her pressed against him was playing havoc to his self-control.

“Me either.”She touched her lips to his.

He turned, then fell back on the bed with her sprawled on top of him.Jack had never been much on kissing.It was too intimate, too much like saying there were feelings involved.But then, he’d never had Nichole to kiss.He slid his hands under her T-shirt.

“Off,” he said, the word coming out as a command.

She pushed up, gave him a sexy smile, and then pulled the shirt over her head, tossing it carelessly aside.Holding his gaze with hers, she reached behind her and unhooked her bra, letting the straps slide down her arms.She raised her brows as she crossed her arms, holding the bra against her breasts.

Little tease.“Drop it,” he ordered.

“I’ll think about it.”