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"Someone like me," she repeated. Stung, she pivoted, planted her feet, and sent the ball sailing toward the hoop. It swished through, bounced on the court. When she looked back at Ry, she had the satisfaction of seeing his mouth hanging open. "Someone like me,"
she said again, and went to retrieve the ball. "Just what does that mean, Piasecki?"
He got his hands out of his pockets just in time to catch the ball she heaved at him before it thudded into his chest. He pa.s.sed it back to her, hard, lifting a brow when she caught it.
"Do that again," he demanded.
"All right." Deliberately she stepped behind the three-point line, gauged her shot and let it rip. The whisper of the ball dropping through the hoop made her smile.
"Well, well, well..." This time Ry retrieved the ball himself. He was rapidly rea.s.sessing his opponent. "I'm impressed, Legs.
Definitely impressed. How about a little one-on-one?"
"Fine." She crouched, circling him as he dribbled.
"You know, I can't-"
Quick as a snake, she darted in, s.n.a.t.c.hed the ball. She executed a perfect lay-up, tapping the ball on the backboard and into the hoop.
"I believe that's my point," she said, and pa.s.sed the ball back to him.
"You're good."
"Oh, I'm better than good." Flicking her hair back, she moved in to block him. "I was all-state in college, pal. Team captain my junior and senior years. Where do you think Allison gets it?"
"Okay, Aunt Nat, let's play ball."
He pivoted away. She was on him like glue. Good moves, he noted. Smooth, aggressive. Maybe he held back. After all, he wasn't about to send a woman to the boards, no matter how much male ego was on the line.
She didn't have the same sensitivity, and turned into his block hard enough to take his breath away.
Frowning, he rubbed the point under his heart where her shoulder had rammed. Her eyes were glittering now, bold as the Emerald City.
"That's a foul."
She stole the ball, made the point with an impressive over-the- shoulder hook. "I don't see a ref."
She had the advantage, and they both knew it. Not only had he played full-out for an entire game, but she'd had that time to a.s.sess his technique, study his moves.
And she was better, he had to admit, a h.e.l.l of a lot better, than half the cops who had gone up against him that afternoon.
And, worse, she knew it.
He scored off her, but it was no easy thing. She was sneaky, he discovered, using speed and grace and old-fashioned guts to make up for the difference in height.
They juggled the lead. She'd shoved the sleeves of her sweater up.
She leapt with him, blocking his shot by a fingertip. And, having no compunctions about using whatever talent she had, let her body b.u.mp, linger, then slide against his.
His blood heated, as she'd meant it to. Panting, he picked up the ball and stared at her. Her lips were curved smugly, her face was flushed, her hair was tumbled. He realized he could eat her alive.
He moved in quickly, startling her. She let out a squeal when he s.n.a.t.c.hed her around the waist and hauled her over his shoulder.
She was laughing when he sent the ball home with his free hand.
"Now that's definitely a foul."
"I don't see any ref." He shifted her, letting gravity take her down until they were face-to-face, her legs clamped at his waist. He reached out, gathered her hair in one hand and pulled her mouth to his.
Whatever breath she had left clogged. Opening to him, she dived into the greedy kiss and demanded more.
The blood drained so quickly, so completely, out of his head, he nearly staggered. With a sudden, voracious appet.i.te, he tore his mouth from hers and devoured the flesh of her throat.
Smooth, salty, with the lingering undertone of that haunting scent she used. His mouth watered.
"There's a storeroom in the back that locks."
Her hands were already tugging at his shirt. Her breathing was ragged. "Then why are we out here?''
"Good question."
With her locked around him, her teeth doing incredible things to his ear, he pushed through the swinging doors and turned into a narrow corridor. Desperate for her, he fumbled at the k.n.o.b of the storeroom door, swore, then shoved it open. When he slammed it and locked it at their backs, they were closed in a tiny room crammed with sports equipment and smelling of sweat.
Impatient, Natalie tugged at his hair, dragging his mouth back to hers. He nearly tripped over a medicine ball as he looked around frantically for something, anything, that could double as a bed.
He settled on a weight bench with Natalie on his lap.
"I feel like a d.a.m.n teenager," he muttered, pulling at the snap of her jeans. Beneath the denim, her skin was hot, damp, trembling.
"Me too." Her heart was beating against her ribs like a hammer.
"Oh G.o.d, I want you. Hurry."
Frantic hands tore at clothes, scattered them. There was no time, no need, for finesse. Only for heat. It was building inside her so fast, so hot, she felt she might implode and there would be nothing left of her but a sh.e.l.l.
His hands were at her throat, her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, her hips, thrilling her.
Tormenting her. Nothing and no one mattered but him and this wild, incendiary fire they set together.
She wanted it hotter, higher, faster.
With a low, feline sound that shuddered through his blood, she straddled him. His heart seemed to stop in the instant she imprisoned him, as her body arched back, her eyes closing. She filled his vision, his mind, left him helpless. Then her eyes opened again and locked on his.
She began to move, fast and agile. Already it was flash point. He let the power take him, and her.
"I've never done anything like this before." Staggered and spent, Natalie struggled back into her clothes. "I meannever."
"It wasn't exactly the way I'd planned it." Baffled, Ry dragged a hand through his hair.
"We're worse than a couple of kids." Natalie smoothed down her sweater, sighing lavishly. "It was fabulous."
His lips twitched. "Yeah." Then he sobered. "So are you."
She smiled and tried finger-combing her hair into place. "We'd better stop pushing our luck and get out of here. And I've got to get home and change.'' She discovered that one of her earrings had fallen out, and located it on the floor. "There's dinner at the Guthries' tonight."
He watched her fasten the earring, foolishly charmed by the simple female act. "I'll give you a lift home."
"I'd appreciate it." Feeling awkward, she turned to unlock the door. "You're welcome to come to dinner. I know Boyd wants a chance to talk with you. About the fires."