Molly was first in the door at the B&B. Her heart raced, pounding an irregular beat against her ribs. She and Kujo had already had sex once. It wasn’t as if it was an all-new experience for her.

Then why did she feel like a teen on her first date?

Kujo held the door for her but didn’t follow her inside. “I’m going to exercise Six for a few minutes. I’ll be in shortly.”

Molly’s excited heart slipped like a hunk of lead into her belly. She schooled her face to an indifferent mask in an attempt to hide her disappointment.

“Yeah. Sure.” She nodded. “He’s been patient with all of our running around all day. I’m sure he could use some exercise. I’ll just go up.” God, she sounded pathetic.

“We won’t be long.” Kujo caught her hand and tugged gently, pulling her up against him. “I promise.” Then he pressed his lips to hers in a warm, hard kiss, before he let go.

Molly spun away, her cheeks flushed, her body on fire. All due to one single, tongue-less kiss. She might have burst into flames if he’d done more. She skipped up the stairs, a sense of joy in her heart and anticipation sending electrical impulses across her nerve endings.

She slipped into the shower for a quick rinse, rubbed soft-scented lotion on her body and scrounged through her suitcase for a pretty nightgown, remembering at the last minute she’d only brought T-shirts and shorts to sleep in. She’d planned a mission, not a seduction.

With a sigh, she pulled a soft gray T-shirt over her head. It hung down past her thighs, covering everything that needed covering, including the fact she hadn’t put on any panties.

She creamed at her own naughtiness and couldn’t wait for Kujo to discover her secret.

She glanced at the clock. Eight minutes had passed and still no Kujo. Molly bit her bottom lip. Should she go look for him? What if someone had come after him? What if he and Six were lying in the street bleeding out?

Molly jumped into a pair of jeans, tugged on her boots and ran for the door. As she reached for it, the handle twisted, and Kujo appeared with Six at his side, panting.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to keep you up. Six was more than happy for the exercise and didn’t want to come back inside.” Kujo stared down at her in her big T-shirt, jeans and boots. “Were you worried?”

“Of course, I was worried. After being shot at and having a cabin burn to the ground, I’m a little punchy. I thought maybe my bad luck had rubbed off on you and Six.” She let out a long breath and stepped aside, allowing them to enter the room.

Kujo’s mere presence made the room seem smaller. His broad shoulders filled the space and stole the air. Suddenly, Molly couldn’t breathe. Her body quickened at his nearness, and her sex grew damp in expectation of what could come.

Six weaved his way through their legs and flopped onto the wooden floor.

Kujo stepped across the threshold, closed the door behind him. He laid his weapon on the dresser.

Molly handed over her pistol.

Kujo laid it beside his. Then he took Molly into his arms and kissed her.

Molly melted into his embrace, her body pressing against his. She curled her hands around his neck and pulled him closer, opening her mouth to his insistent tongue. For a long moment, they stood frozen in that kiss, tongues caressing, hearts beating in sync.

When at last Kujo lifted his head, Molly remembered to breathe. But not for long.

Kujo scooped her up and strode for the bed.

“Don’t trip on Six,” Molly warned.

The dog saw them coming and moved out of the way.

Kujo set Molly on her feet, instead of the bed, ran his hands down her arms and grabbed the hem of her shirt, tugging it up her torso.

She raised her arms over her head and gazed into his eyes until he pulled the shirt over her head and tossed it onto a chair.

His lips curved into a smile when he saw she wasn’t wearing a bra. He cupped her breasts in his palms. “Beautiful.”

Molly laughed, her breath catching. “I’m up here,” she joked.

Kujo raised his gaze to hers, and he gave her a slow, heart-stopping smile. “Yes, indeed, you are.” He dragged her against him and kissed her, melding his mouth to hers. He gently ran his hands down her naked back, avoiding her injuries, and slipped his fingers beneath the waistband of her jeans.

The urgency of her need made her push him away.

He frowned down at her. “What’s wrong?”

“You’re wearing too many clothes. I’m wearing too many clothes, and we’re wasting time.” She pulled his shirt up over his body, admiring the defined muscles of his torso. Maybe she stared a little too long. He took over, ripping the garment over his head and dropping it to the floor.

“You’re right. Too many clothes between us.” His voice was a low, sexy growl. He stared up at her hungrily as he knelt to remove her boots and unbutton her jeans. Then he slid the denim over her hips and down her legs, taking his sweet time, as he touched her, brushing his knuckles across her skin, torturing as he descended to her ankles.

Once she was completely naked, he stood and Molly took control. She flicked the button loose on his jeans.

Kujo toed off his boots.

Hooking her thumbs into the waistband of his jeans, Molly dragged them down his thighs. She dropped to her knees to ease the fabric all the way down to his ankles.

Kujo stepped out of the jeans and kicked them to the side. He gripped her arms and attempted to pull her to her feet.

Molly shook her head, refusing to come up. Her eyes were on the prize.

She wrapped her hand around his engorged cock, amazed at how hard, long and thick he was. “Damn, Kujo, you’re a freakin’ stud.”

He laughed out loud. “You do that to me.”

Molly flicked her tongue across the velvety smooth head.

His shaft jerked in response and, a droplet of come emerged. “I’m not sure I have another condom,” he said through tight lips. “But I’m clean of STDs.”

“And I’m on the pill. So, what’s the problem?” Molly took his dick in her mouth, clutched his tight ass in both hands, and sucked him in until he hit the back of her throat.

Kujo caressed the top of her head, weaving his fingers into her hair. “Keep that up and I won’t last long.”

Molly leaned back, letting his shaft slide all the way out of her, her hand replacing her mouth around him. “I take it you like that.”

“You have no idea.”

She squeezed him gently. “I think I have an idea.” Then she took him into her mouth again, flicking the tip and gliding her tongue around the ridge.

Kujo fisted his hand in her hair and held her head as he thrust into her mouth.

Molly dug her fingernails into his buttocks and forced him deeper. His firm, velvety thickness in her mouth made her want him inside her, or at least touching her aching entrance.

“Much as I love what you’re doing, I want to touch you, too.” Kujo pulled out of her mouth, scooped her off the floor and laid her on the bed.

When he climbed onto the bed, she moved toward the center

“I wasn’t finished,” she complained.

“And I haven’t started.” He straddled her head with his knees and bent over her body to part her folds with his thumbs. “Now, we’re on equal footing.”

“Mmm.” She sucked his cock into her mouth as he came down on her and licked her clitoris, sending her into waves of ecstasy. She raised her knees, planted her heels in the mattress and rose to meet his glorious tongue.

While she sucked him, he flicked her nubbin until she was squirming beneath him, her body stiffening until that excruciatingly moment when she exploded into an orgasm that rocked her world.

Kujo continued the attack until Molly had wrung every last little bit of sensation out of her release. But it wasn’t enough. She had to have him inside her, down there, filling that empty space so exquisitely sensitive after he’d brought her to the brink of sanity and back.

Molly pushed him away, forcing him to lie on his back. “My turn to do the work.”

“I thought you were.”

“Baby, I’ve only just begun.” She climbed on top of him, straddled his hips and positioned her entrance over the tip of his cock. “Are you ready?” She lowered herself just enough to wet the tip of his shaft.

“Yes!” He raised his hips, dipping in.

Molly came down on him and rose back up. She repeated the motion, moving faster and faster.

Kujo gripped her hips and brought her down harder as he thrust upward. Then he lifted her off him and set her on the bed beside him.

She frowned. “But you weren’t there, yet.”

“I want to go deeper, harder and faster.”

Her pussy creamed, and she smiled. “I’m all for it.”

“Good.” He rose on his knees and flipped her onto her stomach.

Molly hadn’t expected the movement, but understood when he gripped her hips and raised her bottom into the air.

Then he kneed her legs apart and settled on his behind her. He leaned over her back and cupped her breasts, squeezing gently. “I want to fuck you hard and fast. Any objections, tell me now.”

His rich, rough tones slid over her like melted butter, sliding into every part of her being. “Please,” she said and rose on her hands.

Kujo thrust into her. As good as his word, he fucked her hard and fast, again and again.

The friction and pounding sent Molly back up that peak, until she was teetering on the edge.

She dropped her chest to the mattress, freeing one of her hands to touch herself. She flicked her own clit as Kujo filled her inside. The combination shot her over the top, and she climaxed, her body shaking with the intensity.

Kujo slammed into her once more and held her hips tight, his cock buried deeply inside her, throbbing with his release.

After many long moments, Kujo eased Molly onto her belly and rolled with her to his side, spooning her body, his cock still rock-hard within her. One of his hands circled around her, toying with her breast.

Molly lay nestled against him, her backside warmed by his front, their intimate connection incredibly reassuring. “Joe?” she whispered.”

“Yeah, babe.”

“Are you thinking about tomorrow?”

“I’m thinking about how beautiful you are, and how good you feel.” He squeezed her breast and pinched the nipple between his thumb and fingers.

“Mmm,” she murmured. She let her thoughts leave her for a moment, but they came back to haunt. “When we find the ISIS training camp, then what?”

“We bring in the big guns to close them down.” Kujo leaned close and nibbled her ear. “Then we celebrate by doing this.” He pumped into her with his still-hard cock.

She covered his hand with hers and pressed her bottom backward, taking more of his length. God, he felt good inside her. But she couldn’t shake her dread of the future. “What about after we close them down? What then?” She hadn’t asked him for commitment when they’d first made love. And she wouldn’t ask him now.

“I’m sure Hank will assign me to another client.”

“And I’ll be on my way back to DC,” she murmured.

His hand on her breast stilled for a long moment. Then he palmed her breast. “I hadn’t thought that far ahead.”

“I hadn’t either, until now.” What did she expect him to say? Did she want him to declare his undying love for her, after knowing her for so short a time? A dull ache grew in the pit of her belly. No. Love was too soon. And they wouldn’t get the opportunity to find out.

Her throat thickened, and she swallowed hard before saying, “I need a glass of water. Can I get you anything while I’m downstairs?”

“I’ll go,” he said.

“No, please. I need to stretch my legs.” She slipped from his arms, his cock sliding from her body. When she stood, she grabbed for her T-shirt, pulled it over her head, and jammed her legs into her jeans.

Kujo swung his legs over the side of the bed. “I’ll come with you.”

“No, please. I need some…space,” she said.

He frowned. “Is it something I said? Because, if it was, I don’t know what it could be. Please. Come back to bed, and I’ll make it up to you, whatever it was that’s made you unhappy.”

She smiled at him, her eyes burning with tears she wouldn’t let fall. To hide them from him, she turned away, pretending to search for her shoes. “No, no. I’m not mad, or anything. It’s just that everything is moving so fast, and I just don’t want to do anything I’ll regret.” She gave him a sideways smile. “I’ll be right back.”

She gave up on the shoes and headed for the door. As she passed Six, the dog rose from the floor to follow her.

“Six, stay,” Kujo commanded.

The dog immediately lay on the floor between Kujo and Molly and rested his chin on his front paws, staring at Molly as she neared the door. Six rolled his eyes toward Kujo, his face seeming to plead with his master.

Molly would have laughed if she weren’t already struggling to breathe past the tightness in her throat. “Oh, please, if he wants, I can take him out for one last time before we call it a night.”

Kujo shrugged. “If you’re sure he won’t bother you.”

“Not at all.” Molly held the door open for the dog. “Six, come,” she said with the same amount of force she’d heard from Kujo.

The dog remained where he was, his gaze darting from Molly back to Kujo.

Kujo nodded. “Six, go.”

Six leaped to his feet and ran for the door, his butt and tail wiggling so fast he could barely stand still.

No matter how sad Molly felt, Six’s happiness wouldn’t let her be down for long. “You’re a good boy, Six.” She scratched behind his ears, cast a glance at his owner and sucked in a deep breath.

The man rose from the bed, naked, and so damned gorgeous, he brought more tears to Molly’s eyes and heat throughout her body.

“I’ll be back,” she choked out, turned and ran down the stairs barefooted, Six right behind her. She hurried out of the B&B into the chilly, night air, the concrete sidewalk cool against her toes.

Six bounded outside, ran for the nearest post and relieved himself.

Molly sucked in deep breaths, willing her pulse and her core temperature to calm. She stood for a long time until she shivered, her bare arms and feet reminding her of how cold the nights could be in the Crazy Mountains.

“Six, come,” she called out.

Six immediately returned to her side, sat and stared up at her, his tongue lolling to one side, his eager gaze fixed on hers.

Molly opened the front door to the B&B and held it for Six to enter.

The dog leaped inside and turned looking at her for a moment.

Molly hesitated, suddenly nervous and shy about returning to the bedroom she’d share with the man who’d wrung the most intense orgasm out of her body ever.

She’d told him she needed space. Hell, what if he thought she wanted him to get lost? That was the last thing she wanted. If anything, she wanted to tell him she would give up everything to be with him. Even her job with the FBI, if only he wanted her as much as she wanted him.

Molly also knew that if she said anything like that, he’d run in the opposite direction as fast as his sexy legs would carry him. Nothing sent a man running faster than a declaration of love so soon after a woman met him.

Six stared at her, standing in the doorway.

“Yeah, I know. I’m completely irrational,” she said aloud to the dog.

In response, Six emitted a low, threatening growl.

“What’s wrong, Six?” Molly asked. A shiver trickled down her spine. She leaned toward the doorway when an arm snaked out and wrapped around her trunk, trapping her arms against her sides. A meaty hand clamped tightly over her mouth. She was yanked backward. The B&B door hinge, which hung on a spring, retracted, slamming the door shut, Six trapped inside, with a finality that made Molly’s heart slip into her belly.

She tried to scream, but nothing more than a desperate murmur made it past the thick hand covering her mouth.

On the other side of the door, Six barked and scratched in an attempt to get to her.

Molly fought, kicked and wiggled, but the arm around her was strong. She stomped on the man’s instep. He grunted and slammed an open palm against her temple, knocking the sense out of her head and sending her into a gray and black spinning vortex that sucked her into an ever-darkening hell.