WarriorsWoman by Evanne Lorraine Page B

pastry, he took both plates and dished up two generous helpings of the spicy casserole.
    Plainly disgusted by the lack of sausage casserole for him, Nigel strolled over to Minka, rubbed her leg, and accepted a head scratch as due compensation.
    Minka left to wash her hands and returned. When he stood to help seat her, she waved away his assistance. “Stay, I’m fine.”
    She leaned over and scooped pear slices into both their bowls before sitting. Once she’d settled her napkin on her lap, she broke off a sticky bun and took a bite. Her eyes almost closed with pleasure and she made small noises of joy as she chewed and swallowed. “Oh my God, that is the best thing I’ve ever eaten.”
    “Glad you like it.” A crooked grin stretched his mouth and he made a mental note to try to top the buns with tonight’s dessert. A chocolate bombe was his current choice, but he had eight hours of patrol to finalize his menu.
    He made quick work of his share of the food, eating with the determined efficiency learned on missions when fuel was vital and meals subject to frequent, violent interruptions. A swipe of the paper napkin cleaned away any crumbs before he swallowed a slug of cooled coffee. He scooted his chair clear of the table, stood, and picked up Minka’s mug. “Let me heat it up.”
    Two seconds later, he was back with a fresh, hot cup of the dark brew.
    “Thank you.” Minka’s silver eyes tangled with his and locked.
    From the corner of his vision he spotted a crumb by the edge of her plump mouth. He leaned in and licked it away. “Pastry flake.”
    “Kiss me,” she murmured.
    “More crumbs?” he teased, as his tongue traced the outline of her perfect lips.
    Her pink tongue emerged and tested the rim of her teasing smile. “No.”
    He captured her sassy mouth. His Minka tasted like sticky buns, coffee and something sweet and wild and uniquely her—totally intoxicating.
    Yesterday he’d lightly predicted they would all fall in love with her, but he’d never dreamed his words would prove true quite so fast.

 
    Chapter Six
     
    Lorcan’s firm lips molded against Minka’s, demanding her surrender. She eased her mouth for him and his tongue slid in as smooth as sin. The man smelled wonderful and tasted better. Coffee, sausage casserole and sweet pear flavors swirled with his own dark, spicy maleness. She softened more and he plunged deeper with a blatant carnal intent that scorched her clear to her curled toes.
    She burrowed nearer and wrapped her arms around his neck.
    He placed a kiss on her nose, gently unwound her limbs, set her on her feet, and steadied her as he stood. “Time for Nigel to pay Vilmos a visit.”
    He scooped up the cat. “Come on, buddy. I see a pine bough shelter with your name on it.”
    After the rocky first meeting of the three mechs, she’d been charmed, delighted and turned-on more than she’d ever been in her life. A goofy-looking smile probably stretched her lips right this second, because her mouth still buzzed from the power of Lorcan’s kiss.
    The mechs were spoiling her, and she loved it. A tough warrior, a tender scientist, and a great chef made a lethal seduction team. All of them looked like sex gods and stared at her as if her ordinary self was more irresistible than a bowl of hot, buttered, salty popcorn.
    Her personal chef came back before her smile faded. He stomped his feet on the steps, entered and the door latched behind him with an audible snick. The look he aimed at her would’ve melted an iceberg. There was no chance she would stay cool and calm, especially not when she already sizzled with arousal.
    With stunning strength, he lifted her and sat both of them carefully on the wooden chair. He arranged her with her thighs spread wide and dangling over the steely cords of his powerful legs. The damp vee of her sex pressed his massive hard-on. With her heart pounding a sexy backbeat of desire, she rubbed her slit against the heated shaft under the rough denim and