Amy Rench - Fallen Rogue

“I am good,” she said with confidence, but knew she was blushing under his admiration. When was the last time she’d done that? It usually took a lot more than a compliment to make her self-conscious. “But to pay the bills, I’m a programmer for a small video-game company.”

“Really? Video games?” Rome’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. “Cool. Maybe I’ll have to take you on in the other room.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. Her blush deepened. For crying out loud, she felt like an idiot. He meant the PlayStation. She reached a hand up to try to rub the heat from her cheeks.

With a leer, Rome reached forward and picked up the bowl. He used his spoon to scrape the last bits of raw dough. A big hunk clung to the utensil. They both stared at it. She caught him looking at her inquiringly.

“Split it?” he asked in a friendly tone. Thank goodness he offered. She could eat another bowl by herself.

“Absolutely.” She smiled back and held out her spoon for a scrape.

Harper just about moaned when he put the spoonful in his mouth and sucked off half of the dough. He then passed the spoon to her, picked up his iced tea, and leaned back, just watching her, spinning the ice around in his glass.

Keeping her gaze on him, she licked the last of the dough off the spoon, imagining the taste of him as she swallowed.

Holy cow. With that one innocently simple, yet unexpectedly provocative act, the festering aches in her body gently drifted away, like a riptide brushing the shore, gently pulling her grief along for the ride.

She was certainly no stranger to the art of flirting. She’d had her share of men. More than her share, Bobby used to say. But never a serious relationship. They were way too messy. Nonetheless, she hadn’t ever lacked for companionship. In her experience, guys loved no-strings-attached girls, and she took willful advantage of that.

But Rome was a different kind of guy altogether. He was a man in every sense of the word. Hard and intense. And the way he purred the r’s in her name made her want to crawl into his lap. Made her want to get to know him. To find out things about him, such as why this tougher-than-nails government agent liked to cook.

The inclination was a first for her and one she was surprised to find she wanted to pursue despite the gloomy circumstances. It just figured that her timing would be so bad. As much as she didn’t trust him, she sure was fascinated by the man.

“More tea?” Rome’s rumbling voice drew her out of her musings.

“Sure, thank you,” she answered. After her recent thoughts, she was feeling a little parched.

A wide smile creased his strong face and he stood, taking the bowl and their empty glasses with him. She couldn’t help watching him saunter to the kitchen. His worn jeans hugged his hard body close enough for her to easily see the muscles in his thighs shifting underneath the fabric. And his taut rear practically called to her just before it slipped behind the open refrigerator door.

Harper decided she needed to move around. Maybe she should indulge herself with a battle in the PlayStation room. Something as normal as a video game might take her mind off of her unreal situation and her budding attraction to Rome. She was with him for his tactical expertise, not his sexy tushie.

“I think I will take you on in the other room,” she said to him as she walked into the kitchen, clasping her hands together and stretching her arms behind her head, drawing the cotton fabric of the T-shirt snugly across her breasts.

The Tupperware pitcher dropped from his hand and bounced on the hard floor, coming to rest on its side as tea gushed out the open top. She shifted her gaze from the spill to his face. Liquid blue eyes stared at her with an intensity that burned a trail from her raised arms down her shoulders to her stretched-out chest and then to her face, which reddened under his blatant appreciative scrutiny. Dropping her arms, she crossed them tightly and turned her attention back to the floor.

“Do you have a towel or something?” she asked, hearing a huskiness in her voice as she nodded toward the floor. His gaze must have also burned her throat.

“Um, yeah, um.” Rome’s tone was low and gravelly as well. “Um, no. Go ahead and pick out one of the games.” He raked his hand across his head, ruffling his damp hair. “I’ll clean this up and meet you in there.”

Good idea. She nodded slowly and headed toward the other room, away from the heated kitchen.

Harper stepped into the room with the PlayStation 3 and perused the stack of games piled on the table against the semifinished wall, absently turning on the game console along with the television.

Rome had the standard sports and shooter games. The ice hockey looked fun, but considering the T-shirt she was wearing, she’d figured Rome was a hockey fan and probably an expert. Not her game. She knew from personal experience that hockey players were definitely hotties. After all, she’d gone to a few San Jose Sharks games back home. But she liked the idea of being under the water, not skating on it. Plus, she wanted to win. So she picked out a popular football game instead and stuck in the disc.

There. Playing a game she’d already easily mastered should cool her down and focus her attention on something other than Rome. Who was quickly beginning to steal her attention in a strictly carnal way.

He walked in the room and plopped down on the folding chair next to hers.

Sitting very close, he almost brushed her thigh as he reached for the second controller. The muscles in his leg flexed against her. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. Well, at least she was distracted from her messed up life.

“Football?” he asked, his voice lifting. “How about hockey?” She gave him a sideways glance and saw him shoot her a playful frown.

“You a big hockey fan?” She plucked at the North Stars T-shirt she was wearing with her free hand.

His gaze moved to her chest and she watched the clear blue of his eyes darken into deep swirling pools. She looked down to see whether she’d spilled something, but no, he was just ogling her boobs. A little smile creeped onto her face at the thought. Hadn’t she just been doing the same to his butt?

“Um, no. I mean, yeah. Yeah, I am.” Rome’s voice was scratchy, and he cleared his throat with a little shake of his head. Raising his gaze, he met hers and smiled a tad guiltily. “I grew up in Minnesota.” He gestured, not too close, to her chest and the team’s old emblem. “I used to play in college at UM, but I busted my knee up really bad. I had to retire.” He rubbed his right knee absently. She imagined a scar under the worn denim.

No wonder he was so darn sexy. And that explained the rolling r’s that made her swoon when he said her name.

“Wow, you must’ve been pretty good,” she said, remembering he’d said the same thing to her just a few minutes ago about her swimming.

“Pro scouts were all over me until my injury.” He smirked.

As a former collegiate athlete, she understood the commitment that took. And the heartache his injury must have caused. She’d faced something similar.

“You ever get injured, Harper? I mean bad like that?” Was he reading her mind?

“About four years ago,” she answered levelly. It still felt as if it were yesterday. “My first preliminary heat at the Olympics. The four-hundred-meter individual medley. My best race. I was so far ahead, I thought I would show off a little. I mistimed my turn and hit the wall. Tore out my shoulder.”

“Ouch.” He cringed in reflex. “But you bounced right back. Me, I was done. You never really realize how quickly your life can change. Well, I guess you would.” He shot her a rueful smile that almost melted her insides with its sweetness.