Her Kind of Hero - Cindy Kirk Page 0,57
like a harsh November wind. “In bed.”
A flicker of his eyelashes was his only response.
She linked her fingers with his and stepped from his arms. “Now.”
“I won’t disappoint you, Mitzi,” he said abruptly, his expression intense, almost fierce.
“You never have.” She offered a reassuring smile. “You and me, we’re the dynamic duo.”
“Dynamic duo, eh?” His lips twitched. “Okay, tonight I’ll be Superman. You can be Lois Lane.”
“No way.” Mitzi felt some of the tightness around her heart ease at the lighthearted teasing. “I’m Wonder Woman.”
“Diana and Bruce?” Keenan thought for a second, flashed a smile. “Batman does have a cool car.”
“A car doesn’t figure in my fantasies tonight.”
“No backseat for you? Not even if it was the Batmobile?”
Her heart stuttered. “I might make an exception for the Batmobile. But tonight I prefer a nice soft bed.”
“You’re such a traditionalist,” he teased.
She stepped close and planted a bite on his shoulder hard enough to make him yelp. “Let’s see if you feel that same way after I get through with you.”
“The way I feel will never change,” he murmured as his lips closed over hers.
The next morning Mitzi found herself more confused than ever. She’d deliberately set out to make their lovemaking erotic and mind-numbing, trying to avoid any emotion.
His playful humor, his willingness to embrace whatever game she wanted to play, only endeared him more to her. She had to admit that no matter how hot it got between them, there was something in his touch, in his taste, in the explosion that rocked her world that said this was someone who mattered, someone she could fully trust.
That was the part that frightened her most, she realized as she lay in bed, listening to the shower run. He’d slipped from the bed at six, cognizant of the fact his coworkers would be arriving within the hour to put the final finishing touches on the home.
Because she didn’t know what he’d see in her eyes, she kept hers closed and pretended to sleep. She didn’t have any surgeries this morning and her first patient wasn’t scheduled until ten o’clock, so there was no reason to jump right up.
Still keeping her eyes shut, Mitzi heard Keenan come out of the bathroom and rummage in the bottom dresser drawer where he kept some clothes.
Mitzi opened her eyes to tiny slits, just wide enough to see him standing at the dresser, his back to her. He had a fine body and a very excellent backside.
She’d dated handsome, athletic men before, had even slept with some of them. She realized that she’d never opened her heart to them, never let them get truly close.
Until she met Keenan, she’d never found anyone she trusted enough to let inside her head. Inside her heart. Only her friend Kate knew her better than Keenan did now.
The question was—where did they go from here? Because she had no answer, she made sure her eyes were closed and her breathing regular when he turned to her.
He stood over the bed for a long moment, then leaned over and brushed a light kiss across her forehead. “Later, Wonder Woman.”
“I love you, Batman,” she whispered softly as the door clicked closed behind him. “And, despite my superpowers, I’m not sure I’m brave enough to do anything about it.”
As the end of the weekend neared, Mitzi still hadn’t come to a decision on how to deal with her growing feelings—okay, her love—for Keenan. When she’d made it clear she was looking for a husband, he’d been equally clear that his goal was to get his footing and start to take back his life. He’d even admitted he wasn’t ready for a serious relationship.
Although Mitzi wasn’t a worrier, she was concerned how a confession of love might change things between them...especially after she’d continually insisted they were just friends. And he hadn’t argued. Not once.
Until Keenan, no man had touched her heart. She loved him and the life they’d started to forge together. She, who was easily bored with the predictable, treasured the routines they’d established.
Routines like “movie night.” She and Keenan had fallen into the Sunday evening habit of going out for pizza then coming home and watching a movie. They’d mark the end of the weekend by cuddling on the sofa with a bowl of popcorn and tall glasses of soda in front of the screen.
She’d been excited about the comedy they’d picked for tonight. Then, Steve had called. Though Mitzi could tell Keenan was excited about the flight that would take