Merline Lovelace - Course of Action - Out of Harm's Way / Any Time, Any Place

“Yeah, I can braid it. Sort of like braiding a horse’s tail,” he said.

Oh, hell. He’d blown it! Madison’s expression told him everything. Travis wrestled inwardly with himself. His desire clashed with his sense of what was right and wrong. And he was acting more like a teenager than a grown, mature man. Worse, she’d caught him at it. So much for SEAL stealth, right? Furious with himself, Travis softened his voice. “Well, maybe not a horse’s tail, but you know what I mean?”

Madison wisely turned around. “I know what you mean,” she whispered. Unsure, she sat primly, shoulders thrown back, spine straight, hands in her lap. Her heart yearned for him even more now. Madison felt him divide her hair into three thick plaits, confidently weaving her hair into that braid she’d asked for.

“Do you have sisters?”

Travis frowned. “No. Can you tell?” he asked wryly, looking up and seeing her profile and her lips curving.

“No, not really.”

“How about you? Sisters? Brothers?” His fingers felt on fire, wanting desperately to maintain contact with her. Travis frowned, knowing he wasn’t controlling himself as much as he wished he could. Somehow, Madison had crawled into his heart, his body and innocently staked a claim on him.

“No, only child.”

“What will you do once we get you out of here?”

“Go back to the ranch. Tell my parents how sorry I am I screwed this up for them.”

Travis always carried string in one of his pockets. He let the braid sit against her back, dug out the string, cut off a piece of it with his KA-BAR and then tied it around the end of her braid to hold it in place. “I think they’re going to be far happier to see you home than be angry about it,” he told her. “There. Your braid is done.”

Madison turned around between his long legs and sat back on her heels. She pushed her damp palms against the cammies she wore. “Thank you. You have no idea how good it makes me feel.”

He wanted to feel, all right. Her. Every square inch of her flesh. Explore her. Feel her react to him. Listen to happy sounds caught in her throat as he pleasured her. Travis met and held her sincere and grateful blue gaze.

Madison looked like the girl next door, some shorter curls soft and dried at her temples, giving her a mussed appearance. She needed no makeup. Nothing. Her cheeks were flushed pink and that mouth of hers damn near did him in. Forcing himself to get up, Travis said, “Glad to be of help.”

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