She sat up, stretched her arms above her head, knowing full well that the sheet had dropped to her waist and she was giving Baby Blue an eyeful.
"Hey, cowboy," she purred when his eyes glazed over. "Wanna get lucky?"
His grin was cocky and slow. "Are we going to play Marshal Dillon and Miss Kitty again?"
"Yeah, and to show you what a sport I am, this time I'll let you play the marshal."
Eyes dancing, he walked toward the bed. "You're trouble, you know that?"
She snatched a slice of melon off the tray when he set it in the middle of the mattress, aware of his gaze on her breasts. "No trouble at all," she assured him, rose to her knees, and leaned over to tuck a piece of melon in his mouth.
His gaze on her, he chewed, swallowed, and opened his mouth when she leaned closer to kiss him.
"Umm. Sweet," she murmured, and slipped her tongue inside his mouth. "Fruity."
"Bite your tongue," he said with a laugh.
"I'd rather bite yours."
He pulled away, looking pleased and smug. "Stockpiled a lot of energy the last two years, haven't you?'
She laughed. "So it would seem. Am I wearing you out?"
"Never happen."
And then he proved it by taking her to the moon and back with the slow sweep of his hands, the warm glide of his body into hers.
Later, while she lay drifting, he propped himself up on an elbow, touched his fingertips to the tattoo on her biceps. "Why 'Crazy Force'?"
"Hm?"
"Why did you have 'Crazy Force' tattooed here?"
Her eyes popped open. " 'Mad Power.' It says 'Mad Power.'"
He chuckled. "Umm ... sorry. I checked it out. Those are kanji symbols for 'Crazy Force.' And this one." He swirled a fingertip over the tattoo on her neck.
" 'Naughty Girl,'" she said, looking defensive when he laughed. "What? What's so funny?"
"'Closed-minded woman.'"
"No," she fumed.
"Fraid so. Fits somehow though," he said, then grunted when she punched him in the ribs.
"I suppose you're going to tell me this one," she touched the tattoo above her right breast and looked like she was heading for a deep pout, "doesn't mean 'Soul.'"
"No," he said softly. "That one's right on the money. You have more fire and more soul than any other woman I know."
She touched his face. Cupped his cheek. "So. All this risk taking. How's this all working out for you?"
He knew what she meant. He knew exactly what she meant. "Been a bit of a letdown."
When she slugged him, he rolled her beneath him with a laugh that made her eyes shoot a different kind of fire his way.
"It's working out fine," he said, kissing her. Loving the way she softened and moved and melted underneath him. "It's working out just fine."