"Come on, Natalie," he urged, briskly rubbing her arms through the towel. "Can't go to pieces now. Just got a call from Uncle AJ. They think they've found Sarah."
He didn't know if it was the rubbing or the mention of Sarah, but the lost, numb look in Natalie's dark eyes quickly faded. She shook her head as if to clear it.
"I... what?" she blinked up at him, confused.
"Hauldren just called," Lance repeated. "Someone saw Devin's truck parked at a local motel. SWAT's there now. There've been reports of a little girl with him."
Natalie let out a whoop of excitement before throwing her arms around his neck and impulsively kissing him. Lance grunted in surprise as he stumbled backwards against the wall, Natalie still clinging to him, her damp mouth still pressed to his, not that he was complaining.
It had been a long time, probably too long, since he'd been kissed with such fervent abandon, and by a woman wearing not much more than a pint of water. He opened his mouth to protest, only to have Natalie's delightful, yet insistent, tongue slide against his. He felt a touch light-headed as blood rushed out of his brain and towards the general vicinity of his belt buckle. His long-repressed libido flared to life as his hands skimmed the smooth skin of her back.
He wasn't sure why he was surprised that she was a good kisser. Maybe it was because it had been awhile since he'd been kissed, and he was inclined to enjoy it, at least until she started tugging his shirt out of his waistband. While the idea of a round of good old-fashioned, life-affirming, mind-blowing, bathroom floor sex had its appeal, there was a kid they needed to rescue and a killer to bring to justice. He gently grabbed each of Natalie's wrists in one of his massive hands and pushed her arms behind her back. It was only then that she finally broke off the kiss.
"My cuffs or yours?" she asked huskily.
Lance groaned at the thought of her, nude, handcuffed and helpless on his bed. It was nearly enough to take her to the floor right then and there, but they had other priorities.
"Later," he growled in promise. "But first, we've got to go get Sarah."
"Oh, yeah," she replied softly, almost embarrassed at her antics.
"I'll wait for you in the living room," he said, tweaking her chin between his thumb and forefinger before indulging in a light, but no less potent, kiss.
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He didn't know if it was the rubbing or the mention of Sarah, but the lost, numb look in Natalie's dark eyes quickly faded. She shook her head as if to clear it.
"I... what?" she blinked up at him, confused.
"Hauldren just called," Lance repeated. "Someone saw Devin's truck parked at a local motel. SWAT's there now. There've been reports of a little girl with him."
Natalie let out a whoop of excitement before throwing her arms around his neck and impulsively kissing him. Lance grunted in surprise as he stumbled backwards against the wall, Natalie still clinging to him, her damp mouth still pressed to his, not that he was complaining.
It had been a long time, probably too long, since he'd been kissed with such fervent abandon, and by a woman wearing not much more than a pint of water. He opened his mouth to protest, only to have Natalie's delightful, yet insistent, tongue slide against his. He felt a touch light-headed as blood rushed out of his brain and towards the general vicinity of his belt buckle. His long-repressed libido flared to life as his hands skimmed the smooth skin of her back.
He wasn't sure why he was surprised that she was a good kisser. Maybe it was because it had been awhile since he'd been kissed, and he was inclined to enjoy it, at least until she started tugging his shirt out of his waistband. While the idea of a round of good old-fashioned, life-affirming, mind-blowing, bathroom floor sex had its appeal, there was a kid they needed to rescue and a killer to bring to justice. He gently grabbed each of Natalie's wrists in one of his massive hands and pushed her arms behind her back. It was only then that she finally broke off the kiss.
"My cuffs or yours?" she asked huskily.
Lance groaned at the thought of her, nude, handcuffed and helpless on his bed. It was nearly enough to take her to the floor right then and there, but they had other priorities.
"Later," he growled in promise. "But first, we've got to go get Sarah."
"Oh, yeah," she replied softly, almost embarrassed at her antics.
"I'll wait for you in the living room," he said, tweaking her chin between his thumb and forefinger before indulging in a light, but no less potent, kiss.