Gunner woke up some time later to the feeling of soft hair in his face and warm arms and legs wrapped around him. Since the only window in the room was boarded up, he had no idea if it was day or night. The pain in his side and his shoulder didn’t even compare to the sweet sexy feeling of Tamara’s body in his arms. He had held her until she cried herself to sleep, the whole time blaming himself and beating himself up. Gunner wasn’t sure why Tamara wasn’t angry with him. She wasn’t afraid to speak her mind, that was for sure, and Gunner was surprised at how sexy he found that. But it also scared him. He kept waiting for her to wake up and suddenly go off on him. He expected her to tell him that she wished she’d never met him. He wanted to make this all up to her somehow, but he had no idea how or if he could ever do that. He was surprised by how badly he wanted that. He’d never spent much time thinking about the ripple effects of his behavior before, and he had certainly never looked as far as the next hour into the future with a woman, but the one in his arms made him want to think about it all, and that scared him.

He bent his head slightly and inhaled the light floral fragrance of her hair as she stirred and wiggled closer to him. He tightened his hold on her and she tipped her head back and let the hair fall out of her face and her lashes flutter open. She looked surprised to see him at first and then slightly embarrassed. She buried her face back down in his chest and he brushed his lips through her hair. They lay there quietly again for a while, and Gunner listened to the sounds of her breathing and tried to imagine what she was thinking. She didn’t make him guess for long. The next time she looked up at him, he could see the same desire that he was feeling reflected back in her eyes.

“Hey, Blue-Eyes, how about a kiss?” she whispered in a sleepy voice. God, she was sexy. Gunner caught himself, though, and before attacking her he asked:

“Are you sure about this? Are you okay?”

She nodded. “I’m fine…horny…”

He laughed softly and bent his head down and caught her lips with his. He kissed gently at first, afraid of hurting her where her lip was split and bruised on that one side. She was the one who deepened the kiss, letting her tongue slide into his mouth, exploring and caressing at the same time. Gunner lost himself in the kiss, using his tongue to touch and taste and feel everything he could reach. She used her hands to explore his bare chest and pull herself into him even tighter. He slid his hand up underneath the thin dress she was wearing and explored the soft warm skin underneath. She was the one to break the kiss, and Gunner’s lips took a few seconds to stop searching for hers when they were gone. She slid her lips along his jaw until she reached his ear. She let her tongue slide along the outside and when she reached the lobe she sucked it gently into her mouth. Gunner’s body felt like it was on fire and his cock began to ache. She whispered his name breathlessly into his ear, and that was when he nearly lost it. He forgot he was hooked up to an IV and tugged at it as he tried to slide her body up on top of his.

She sat up and smiled down at him. Her pretty eyes were still red and swollen from crying, and the dark blue bruise stained one whole side of her face, but she was still the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. “Be still,” she said. “I’ll do the work.”

Gunner wasn’t about to argue with that. He smiled back at her and moved his good hand up, out of her way. She straddled him and slipped the dress over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and his first impulse was to reach up and touch her beautiful breasts. She gave her head a slight shake and he stayed put, happily, as she lowered a breast to his mouth. He let his tongue come out and taste it, gently at first, but the hunger he felt for her was too deep. Before long he had the entire nipple between his lips, sucking and licking and making her moan and squirm around on top of him. She was careful to avoid the wound on his side, but that put her right over his crotch area. They were only separated by a pair of thin shorts and a tiny lace thong. He wanted to be inside of her so badly he felt physical pain, but he continued to devour her breasts until she sat up again.

He watched in anticipation of the ecstasy that was to come as she slowly slid down his body, taking the shorts he had on with her. She tossed them aside and then repositioned herself over his throbbing cock. She leaned down and kissed him on the mouth again, a deep, sexy kiss, sucking on his tongue and licking his lips…almost enough to make him come then and there. Then she slid down his body like a snake, kissing and sucking on his neck, licking down his chest and across his nipples, sucking on the sensitive skin of his abs and softly kissing the area around his wound. Gunner’d had a lot of sex, but rarely in a bed and rarely with someone who had more than fifteen minutes. He’d never been touched and tasted so intimately, and his head felt like it might explode from the stimulation of every part of his body.

When she reached his cock, she wrapped her hand around it and lifted it up. He had to concentrate all his energy on not coming in her warm hand. Then she bent her head down and let her tongue come out and trace along the bulbous head. He let out a long groan as she continued down the shaft, licking and tasting him like he was as sweet as he knew that she was. She licked back up the shaft and then opened her full lips and sucked just the head into her mouth. She licked all around it while she sucked. He was moaning loudly now—slightly afraid the nurse would hear him and come running in. After a few minutes of that, she engulfed the entire thing, taking him all the way back into her throat and swallowing. He grabbed her hair and held on while she bobbed up and down on him. She looked so sexy with her pretty ass in the air and her lips wrapped around him. He watched her for a while and reveled in the amazing feelings until he absolutely couldn’t take it any longer. He used his hold on her hair to pull her up. She grinned at him and licked her lips.

“I need to be inside of you. I don’t have a condom…” Before he finished his sentence, she’d slid the piece of lace to the side and pressed her wet pussy lips down onto the tip of his cock. His mind was completely devoid of any other thought besides how good that felt, and it only got better as she lowered herself down and her soft wet tunnel enveloped his hard cock. He put his good hand on her round ass and held onto her as she began to move up and down on him. She looked incredibly sexy, and he felt like the fire burning inside was hot enough to melt steel. He let his hand slide up and over the sexy curve of her hip, along her back, and up to her shoulder. He grabbed a handful of her hair and when he tugged on it, she let out a wild little sound and began to ride him even harder. Each thrust of her hips brought him into her as deep as he could go, and just before he knew he couldn’t hold back another second, he tugged at her hair again, pulling her down into a hot kiss. They moaned and gasped for air as they kissed, and the most incredible orgasm that Gunner had ever felt in his life washed over him. He felt it in every part of his body, and from the sounds that Tamara was making as she breathed out his name over and over, she was feeling the same thing.

When her body began to relax and she dropped down on top of him, he held in the grunt from the pain in his side. He didn’t want her to know he was hurting because then she’d move her naked body off his, and he wasn’t ready to let her go.

“Are you okay?” she whispered.

He chuckled. “Okay is not the word I would use. That was…fuck…”

He felt her body shake. “Better than Mary Beth?”

“Mary who?”

She kissed his neck. “I should get off you. You need to rest. I’m a bad nurse.”

“Baby, if all nurses were like you, men would be shooting themselves every day.”

She pulled her head up so she could look at his face. She was about to say something when there was a sudden shaking and pounding on the door. “Tammy, are you in there! Why the hell is this door locked?” Randall Covey was banging on the door and Gunner was still attached to his daughter. His only thought was that this was how he was going to die, but what a way to go. He still couldn’t stop smiling and Tammy had folded herself into his chest trying to suffocate her giggles. “Do I have to bust this piece of shit down?”

She groaned and pulled her head back up. “Dad, stop it. I was sleeping. Just a second, I’m coming.” She kissed his lips quickly and slipped down off the bed. She picked up Gunner’s shorts and tossed them on the bed. She didn’t look worried at all. Now that her body wasn’t pressing into his, Gunner was seeing his life flash before his eyes. He stuffed the shorts under the sheet as she pulled on her dress and smoothed down her hair. She walked casually over to the door and pulled it open. “Hey, Dad.”

“What the hell do you think you’re doing? We just got you back and then you sneak out in the middle of the damned night.”

“I told you I wanted to see Gunner. You should have brought me to see him.”

“I hope you got a good look because I’m about to kill the little motherfucker.”

Tamara looked like a child next to Randall’s bulk, but she pressed her small body into his big one and said, “You aren’t going to lay a hand on him. If it weren’t for him I’d be turning tricks in Michoacán by now. You want to hurt the man that saved your daughter’s life? I thought you of all people would have more respect than that.”

Randall glared over at Gunner. Gunner held his gaze and Randall finally said, “I don’t trust him.”

Tamara put her hand on Randall’s chest and urged him backwards out the door, and before she closed it she looked over at Gunner and blew him a kiss, and then she said, “Too bad, Daddy, I do.”