He was a bastard for even thinking about all the ways he’d like to sexually torment the shy, sweet cancer survivor.
Cole sauntered up to him, his video camera in one hand and his digital SLR camera hanging off his neck, and pounded him on the back. “Good of you to join us. I’ve got the video of the formation. Want to see the playback?”
“No. I’ll catch it later.” At the end of the tour, they’d watch all the footage and review their photographs to see if any were worth selling. Cole could make the ordinary appear extraordinary through the lens of his camera. He wasn’t only a photographer and videographer. He was a damn gifted artist, and someday he’d probably leave their asses behind for an overseas job with National Geographic.
Today’s tornado was perfect. Sometimes it was difficult to make out the details because of the rain, but luckily the precipitation stayed in front of it, allowing his tourists a clear glimpse of the long snakelike funnel that appeared almost white against the charcoal sky.
He caught a quick peek at Allie.
Big mistake.
The two insurance agents had her sandwiched between them. A strained smile on her face, she kept her gaze on the tornado while she nodded at the men. This tornado meant more to her than just a moment to boast about to her friends, like so many of the others who came on these tours. She’d survived cancer, and out of everything she could’ve chosen to do in celebration of her life, she’d picked this experience. His tour. That had to mean something.
No way would he allow these two clowns to ruin it for her.
He looked around and spied Taryn over by Jack, the rigidness of her spine and the fists on her hips indicating she was mad at the technology expert. His sister had one hell of a temper, and thankfully it wasn’t directed at him this time. But she was oblivious to her best friend’s current situation.
He stalked to Allie and stepped directly behind her, listening as the two guys explained the basics of tornadoes, information found in the tour’s welcome packet. How could he get rid of them without making a scene?
Ignoring his gut that told him once he touched Allie, he’d have a hell of a time letting go, he wrapped his arms around her waist and tugged her into his chest. “Sorry I left you alone, babe.” He buried his nose in the side of her neck and fought the urge to nibble on that silky cherry-scented skin. “I promise it won’t happen again.”
She momentarily stiffened before relaxing against him. She turned her head around and peered up at him with an electric smile he felt all the way to his cock. “I missed you. Alex and Tony were telling me that based on the size of the tornado, it’s obviously an F-0.”
“Actually, Alex, Tony, the size of the tornado has no bearing on the categorization of the strength. The Enhanced Fujita System is a wind estimate based on damage. Even this tube tornado can do significant damage.” Enjoying the feel of Allie in his arms, he decided he couldn’t pass up an opportunity like this. With a back-and-forth motion, he lazily massaged her abdomen over her T-shirt. Spurred on by her small gasp, he slipped his hand underneath and brushed his fingers across her hot flesh.
Her stomach rippled under his hand as she surrendered in his hold, her breath growing rapid and shallow. His cock hardened at her natural submission. He needed to get rid of these guys pronto. “I’d be happy to give both of you a complimentary book on extreme weather which will explain it in detail. If you give Cole your information right now, he’d be happy to set it up for you. Just tell him Drake said to prepare a Blow Me Package for you when we return to the hotel.”
Whether they bought it or not, he didn’t care. They thanked him and headed over to Cole. His friend would no doubt rib Drake for cock blocking the guys, but frankly, Drake didn’t give a shit what he thought, because at the moment, the woman who’d starred in his dreams every night this week was pliant in his arms, and judging by her breathing, she was enjoying it every bit as much as he.
“Thanks for getting rid of them,” she murmured as she began to pull away. He didn’t give her a chance before he yanked her back.
If she’d protested even a little, he would’ve released her. Instead she surprised the hell out of him by resting her head against his chest and wrapping her arms in front of her to take one of his hands.
Was there a chance his sister’s friend wasn’t as innocent as she appeared?
He nuzzled her ear. “I didn’t want you to miss out on your tornado.”
She shivered. “Is that the only reason?”
It was on the tip of his tongue to tell her the truth. That his territorial caveman act wasn’t an act at all. That he wanted far more from her than a couple of hugs and handshakes.