Falling for Rachel
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“The bigger they are,” Rachel murmured some time later.
“Hmm?”
Smiling to herself, she lifted one of Zack’s hands, let it go and watched it drop limply to the rug. “The harder they fall.” She rolled over and propped her elbows on his chest so that she could study him. If she hadn’t known better, she would have thought he was sleeping—or unconscious. His breathing had slowed—somewhat—but his eyes were still closed. It had been some time since he’d moved a single muscle.
“You know, Muldoon, you look like you went ten rounds with the champ.”
His lips curved. It was about all he had the energy for. “You pack a hell of a punch, sugar.”
As a matter of principle, she bit his shoulder. “Don’t call me ‘sugar.’ But, since you mention it, you didn’t do too badly yourself.”
He opened one eye. “Too badly? I melted you down to a gooey puddle.”
True enough, she admitted, but she wouldn’t stroke his ego by agreeing. “I’ll say that you have a certain unrefined style that is strangely appealing.” She trailed a fingertip down his chest. “But the simple fact is, I had to carry you.” That got his other eye open, she thought with satisfaction. “Not that I minded. I didn’t have anything else pressing to do this afternoon.”
“You carried me?”
“Metaphorically speaking.”
His opinion of that was short and rude. “Want to take me on again? Champ?”
She fluttered her lashes. “Any time. Any place.”
“Here and now.” She was laughing as he rolled her over, but the laughter ended on a hiss of pain when he bumped her bruised cheek. “Klutz,” she said as he jerked back and swore.
“I’m sorry.”
“Come on, Zack.” She smiled, wanting to lighten the concern in his eyes and bring back the laughter. “I was only kidding.”
Ignoring that, he turned her head for a closer look at the mark on her cheek. “I should have put ice on that. He didn’t break the skin, but it’s…”
She could feel the tension hardening his shoulders. Instead of trying to stroke it away, she pinched him. “Listen, Buster, I come from tough stock. I got worse than that wrestling with my brothers.”
“If he ever gets out—”
“Stop it.” Very firmly she put her hands on either side of his face. “Don’t say anything you might regret. Remember, I’m an officer of the court.”
“I wouldn’t regret it.” He tugged her upward until she was sitting beside him. They were circled, he realized, by the tattered remains of her clothes. “And I don’t regret this—except for the unrefined style.”
She let out an impatient breath. “Look, if you can’t take a joke, learn to.”
“Wait until I’m finished before you swipe at me, okay? I swear, you come on faster than a typhoon.” He tucked her hair back and kissed her once, hard. “I wasn’t going to stay. Not today. I figured a bout of hot sex wasn’t the best encore after you’d been strangled.”
“I wasn’t—”
He interrupted her. “Close enough. You know that I wanted you however I could get you, Rachel. I sure as hell didn’t make a secret of it. But it occurs to me that you were upset and vulnerable and I took advantage of that.”
She had to wait nearly a full minute before she could speak. “Don’t make me mad at you, Muldoon. And don’t insult me.”
“All I’m trying to say is… I don’t know what the hell I’m trying to say,” he muttered, and tried again. “Except—well, maybe I could have pulled that stupid couch out instead of using the floor.”
Eyes narrowed, she leaned her face close to his. Her eyes were the color of gold doubloons, and just as exotic. “I like the floor. Get it?”
He was starting to feel better. Zack knew that tending to fragility was out of his league. But this tough, hardheaded woman was just his style. Watching her, he picked up her ruined blouse. “I ripped your clothes off.”
“Proud of yourself?”
He tossed it aside. “Yeah. I can wait, if you want to put some more on. Then I can rip them off you again.”
She bit the inside of her lip, but didn’t quite defeat the smile. “Those were ruined anyway. Next time I’ll have to bill you for damages. I’m on a budget.”
Chuckling, he flicked her earring with his finger. “I’m crazy about you.”
Her heart did a fast skip and shudder. The statement was as romantic as a whispered endearment to her. “Hey, don’t get sloppy on me.”
“Crazy,” he said again, amazed and delighted at the faint blush that stole into her cheeks. “And did I mention that your body makes me wild?”
She was a great deal more comfortable with that. “No.” She tilted her head. “Why don’t you?”
“From stem to stern,” he said, letting his hand speak more eloquently. “Forward and aft. Port and starboard.”
“Oh, God.” She gave an exaggerated sigh and shiver. “Salty talk. I just love a man out of uniform.” More than willing to be aroused, she nuzzled her lips against his. “Tell me something, sailor.”
“You bet.”
“Which part is the stern?”
“I’ll show you.” Very gently, he touched his lips to her bruised throat. “Honey, we better pull that couch out before this gets out of hand again.”
“Okay.” There was something unspeakably erotic about a callused finger stroking the underside of her breast. “If you want.”
Though the idea had merit, the couch seemed entirely too far away. “Or we could do it later. Tell you what, if you’d say something in Ukrainian, I’d forget we were on the floor. And I promise to make you forget it, too.”
“Why should I say something in Ukrainian?”
“Because it drives me insane.”
She tilted her head back. “Are you putting me on?”
“Uh-uh.” His tongue traced a slow, teasing circle on her lips. “Go ahead. Say anything.”
After a little sigh, she twined her arms around his neck. Against his ear, she murmured the words, then chuckled when he groaned.
“What did it mean?” he demanded, busying himself by nibbling his way along her shoulder.