“Okay, show me how to hold a gun,” I order, handing her the gun.
She grabs the gun and points toward the target, locking both arms straight at the elbow, her legs so wide I could crawl between them.
“Wrong!”
“Well, we established that I don’t know what the hell I’m doing,” she smarts, lowering the gun and frowning those beautiful lips at me. I bite my lip to keep from smiling at her sassy attitude.
“Your legs need to be the width of your shoulders,” I explain, kicking her feet in. I walk up close behind her and unlock her right arm slightly. Then I bend her left elbow and adjust her right hand to grip the gun. Her left hand supports the grip, and her index finger on her right hand is next to the trigger.
“Pull the trigger with your right finger when—”
A loud bang resonates through the area, interrupting me.
“Shit!”
“You said to pull the trigger,” she smiles, lifting her eyebrow in a mischievous way.
“I was going to say pull the trigger when you were ready. You didn’t even aim,” I say, pointing toward the target.
She rolls her eyes at me and turns toward the target. Gritting my teeth, I slap her ass harder than before.
“Ouch!” she yells, turning toward me.
“Gun or no gun, you don’t roll your eyes at me,” I reply.
I place myself behind her and help her hold the gun again.
“Steady your breathing, and when you’re ready to pull the trigger release on an exhale,” I whisper in her ear.
I feel her body inhale as she studies the target, and with a loud bang she releases her breath.
“Did I hit it?” she asks.
I squint my eyes and look out at the target. “I can’t tell. Shoot a couple more times and we’ll go look,” I tell her, standing back.
She places her feet like I told her, grips the gun like a pro, squints her eye and begins shooting.
“Holy Hell,” I say to myself.
“What?” she asks, not taking her eyes off the target to look at me.
“The sight before me would make a nun weep,” I respond honestly.
Her mouth turns into a smirk as she aims. Like she’s been doing it her whole life, she shoots till the clip is empty. My ears ring from the loud bangs, but damn if I wouldn’t reload that clip in a heartbeat to watch her shoot again. She turns toward me and smiles, knocking me from my thoughts.
“Let’s go see how you did,” I say, walking out into the field.
“Wow,” I whisper, looking at the target. She only missed the bull’s eye once. I have never seen a woman shoot so well.
“God, you’re fucking incredible,” I whisper, astonished by the woman before me.
Not being able to withhold my urges anymore, I grab the gun from her and toss it on the ground beside us, watching as her body swells with acknowledgment of my desire for her. I grab her by the waist and push us to the ground.
She shoves her hands into my hair and locks them tightly. Man, I missed her hands in my hair; I missed her, period. My lips kiss her neck, pecking, nipping and sucking; her taste is a drug, a curse, my weakness. Her nails dig in my back as she rocks her hips into me. I pull the ties from her hair, releasing her pigtails; I want to feel her silky hair in my hands. She moans as our lips caress each other, our tongues reclaiming what was once theirs.
“Take me, Shadow,” she orders.
“Do you trust me, Dani?” I whisper against her lips. I need to know she trusts I will protect her at all costs, I won’t make that same mistake again.
She pulls back and looks at me, her green eyes tormenting me with her hesitation.
“I do,” she replies softly, her green eyes heavy with desire.