The cold shower hadn’t done s**t for shutting down his thoughts about Nika Maier, especially not with her standing inches away and doing her best to look so innocent with his Santa hat held behind her back.
Sparring with her over dinner had only added to the heat. But that heat had shifted as he held her down here in the heart of the Peleliu. Held her while she’d proved to both herself and to him just how strong she really was.
The heat didn’t go away, not by a long shot. And not a chance was he turning down an offer to kiss her, but it didn’t happen the way his libido had imagined.
Clint had thought a tussle with Nika would be fun. Maybe somehow they could ignore weightier matters and just heat up each other’s blood with a bit of play. What he didn’t figure on was how her cheeks would
