Seduce And Rescue
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“Er, okay. Well, Lily, we need to talk.” Ethan tugged at his tie and scanned the condo, now full of decorative objects and brightly colored pillows.
Lily quickly approached him and began loosening the knot at his throat. Her scent drifted to him and he closed his eyes and breathed it in. “What is that perfume?”
“Bergamot, lavender and sandalwood,” she said as she slowly slid his tie away and began undoing his shirt buttons. “Do you like it?”
He breathed in again. “Yeah.”
She smiled. “Come, rest yourself.” Taking him by the hand, she led him to the sofa. Rather than sitting beside him, she stood before him and twirled once. “Does Master like my outfit?”
How could he not? It was a classic harem-girl costume. “Sure, but—”
“Would Master like his slave to dance?”
Slave? “Yes,” he heard himself answer as if from far away. She was doing it again … leading him down the rabbit hole, into her fantasy world. He gave up the fight and followed.
Dear Reader,
Have you ever met someone so quirky and free-spirited that they instantly made you feel better about life? I have. I’ve known her a long time and have always thought she’d make a great character in a book. With a few changes to protect her innocence, of course.
Then, when Lieutenant Colonel Ethan Grady showed up as Cole’s friend in Let It Ride, I just knew that free-spirited character would be the perfect yin to his yang. This repressed air force fighter pilot has met his match in Lily.
We’re back at Nellis Air Force base. Home of the Air Base Defense School, where an elite team of fighter pilots teach daring air-combat maneuvers. Oh, those men and their uniforms. With Sin City only a few miles away, anything can happen. And in a Mills & Boon® Blaze® novel, you know it’s going to be sizzling hot.
I was so thrilled to hear from readers who enjoyed Let It Ride and hope you love this story just as much (and yes, Mitch and Alex are at it again, and yes, they will be getting their own story, coming soon). Please drop me a note and check out information on my next Mills & Boon Blaze book at www.jillianburns.com.
Enjoy!
Jillian Burns
About the Author
JILLIAN BURNS has always read romance, and spent her teens immersed in the worlds of Jane Eyre and Elizabeth Bennet. She lives in Texas with her husband of twenty years and their three active kids. Jillian likes to think her emotional nature—sometimes referred to as moodiness—has found the perfect outlet in writing stories filled with passion and romance. She believes romance novels have the power to change lives with their message of eternal love and hope.
Seduce and Rescue
Jillian Burns
www.millsandboon.co.uk
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I had a lot of inspiration for this book and am so lucky to have wonderful friends and family from whom I gather information. Huge thanks to Susan Grant, military pilot and author extraordinaire, who was so gracious to answer all my air force questions. To sis, Mindy, for the belly-dancing inspiration, and to dear friend Von for the tarot-card lessons and guidance in all things enlightened.
And especially to Melody. You inspired Lily long before I knew she was Lily.
And, as always, thank you to my two superhero critique partners, Pam and Linda, who always go above and beyond. And to my brilliant editor, Kathryn.
1
HOW THE HECK HAD HE gotten himself into this situation?
Lieutenant Colonel Ethan Grady clenched his fists as he studied the chaotic mess inside the herb shop located a few blocks off the Vegas strip.
He’d lost a bet, that’s how.
And now he had to get a massage from some old gypsy lady who kept voodoo doodads hanging from the ceiling and bottles of smelly herbs and oils crammed on wall-to-wall shelves. Whatever space wasn’t filled with bottles held candles or plants or … cats.
Ethan looked down at a long-haired black cat winding its way around his leg, and his fists tightened. Now he’d have cat fur on his BDUs.
“Well, buddy.” His fellow airman, Captain Mitch McCabe, shot him an evil grin as he slapped him on the back. “Time to pay up.”
“And you never know,” his buddy Jackson, who’d won the bet, added. “You may like it so much you become a regular.”
Ethan scowled. Not in this lifetime.
He never gambled. But ever since he’d learned of Jackson’s close call with death, something inside Ethan just … felt different. Besides, he’d wanted Jackson’s fifty-year-old bottle of Scotch. And the bet had looked like a sure thing. Who’d have thought the Keno girl would give in to Jackson when she’d turned down every other airman within a hundred-mile radius?
Women were illogical.
“Namaste.” A high, sweet voice floated to him from the back of the small shop. “I’m Lily.”
Ethan shook his boot in an attempt to dissuade the black cat from circling his ankles, and looked up into huge Caribbean-blue eyes as the girl straightened from a bow, her palms still together. Untamed strawberry curls framed a pixie face with an upturned nose. Tiny dimples added the perfect touch to a creamy complexion as she flashed a ready smile from a beautiful mouth.
The neon sign out front read Lily’s. But this was no old gypsy.
The redhead’s smile faded and her curved brows crinkled into a frown. She tilted her head and moved closer. Too close. “Oh, my.” For a minute Ethan thought she was going to cry. “Your aura is black. So dull, so … heavy.” Her arms rose and she held up her hands, one over his stomach and the other over his crotch.
She squeezed her eyes shut, then opened them to stare into his again. “Several of your chakras are completely blocked. This makes your chi rough and chaotic.” Her eyes closed and her head fell back as she flattened her palms against his chest and moved them down and around.
The instant she touched him his body sizzled and stirred. Ethan grabbed her wrists, removed her hands and stepped back.
McCabe chuckled and exchanged stupid grins with Jackson. “Sounds like Grady’s got himself a real unhealthy chi, there. Lily, maybe you can unstick that poker up his a—”
“Shut it, McCabe.” Ethan threw him his fiercest glare.
Jackson stepped between them. “Our friend here has an appointment for a massage.”
The hippie swept her attention back to Ethan, her eyes even wider. “You’re Mitch’s friend. Another air force pilot. So that’s what the cards were trying to tell me.”
Cards? Enough of this new age crap. “Let’s get this over with.”
“Lieutenant Colonel … Grady, isn’t it?” She put her finger to her tiny chin and began studying his body as she circled him.
Ethan purposely unclenched his fists and tried to relax. But he couldn’t do it with her gaze burning into him. Then he felt her hands touch his shoulders, and he flinched. She made a hmm sound and then crooned an oooh as her hands moved down his arms. Ethan stifled a shiver.
“This will take more than a massage.” Her serious tone was at odds with her soft high voice.
“Oh, he wants to take yoga lessons, too,” Jackson interjected.
“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” Ethan growled.
“All right, all right. I think you’re in good hands.” Jackson turned to the herb lady. “Take care of our buddy, ma’am.”
“Do you have a girlfriend, Lieutenant Colonel? A lover?” She moved around in front of him and narrowed her eyes.
“He’s as free as a cocktail in a casino, sweetheart,” McCabe said, and winked at her.
“You’re done here, McCabe.” Ethan crossed his arms and jerked his head toward the exit.
The redhead dimpled at McCabe and then gestured to a doorway covered by hanging beads. “This way, Lieutenant Colonel.”
Ethan waited until the shop door had shut behind Jackson and McCabe, and then followed her through the doorway, careful to hold the strings of beads out of his way.
He stopped short inside the back room. It was cramped and lit only with more burning candles. His nose was assaulted by a sweet yet spicy scent. A red-and-yellow tie-dyed scarf was draped over the only window. A miniature fountain surrounded by river rocks and plants gurgled in the corner. But the main feature in the center of the room was the massage table. He’d rather face combat than lie on that thing.
“Just strip down to whatever you’re comfortable in.” She turned to leave the room.
“I’m comfortable now.”
She laughed, a light tinkling sound, and swiveled to smile at him. Her brows rose with skepticism and he clenched his teeth together.
“Why is that funny?”
“I don’t think you’ve been ‘comfortable’ in years. Perhaps decades.”
“Look, you don’t know me, so you can stop with the woo-woo weirdo act and just get on with it.”
She blinked up at him, her full lips pouting, and he felt as if he’d just kicked a puppy.
“I guess I shouldn’t be surprised at your rudeness, with an aura like that,” she said, shaking her head. “Who wouldn’t be grumpy with their chi in such a state? I need to find just the right aroma for you.” She spun and left the room.
Ethan could hear her light voice out front, chattering, he assumed, to herself. “Let’s see … patchouli? No, no. Too stimulating. Maybe lavender. No, too weak. Something powerful, yet relaxing.”
Rude? Grumpy? She was right. He normally prided himself on his even-keeled nature. And his honorable treatment of females. He’d let this whole situation get under his skin.
Stop being such a wuss. He’d spent more than half his life in the air force. He’d faced down enemy bombers in the first Gulf War at the tender age of twenty-three. Witnessed kids younger than him shot, or blown up in land mines.
He drew in a deep breath, and with it, regained control. This would be over in an hour, tops. He could endure anything for an hour. Then he’d carry on with life as usual.
“Oh, you’re still dressed.”
Ethan blinked at the woman in her flowing, rainbow-striped robe. She’d tied back her hair, and held a small, strangely shaped bottle filled with clear liquid. “Have you changed your mind?”
“No.”
She put her finger to her chin again, staring at him. “Have you ever had a massage before?”
“No.”
“Never? Oooh, a massage virgin.” She grinned and her dimples teased his libido. And for some weird reason, so did the word virgin. “You’re going to love it,” she continued, clasping the bottle to her stomach with both hands. “It’s so relaxing, and I can tell by the set of your shoulders how tense you are. I’ve had only one other massage virgin, and she was …”
Ethan stopped listening. No, he wasn’t going to love it. He didn’t want to be touched. He didn’t like physical contact. Even when … He thought back to the arrangement he’d had with a lady he’d met in town. Every Friday night he would pick her up, take her to dinner, then go back to her place. Excessive touching had never been part of the deal. She hadn’t voiced any objections. Not in two years. But then she had canceled their standing date without a qualm.
“Okay, then, remove everything except your undershorts, get on the table and lie on your stomach.” Lily peeled the robe off her shoulders, spun and hung it on the tail of a brass kitty cat wall hook.
Ethan barely contained his slack-jawed reaction. The robe had hidden a trim figure in cutoff shorts and a tight tank top. Gorgeous legs. Tiny waist. Slim hips. Good-sized … she wasn’t wearing a bra.
And he had to strip down to his skivvies.
She set the bottle on the windowsill and headed out front again. “Call me when you’re ready.”
Heat surged through his body. Every part. Dragging his thoughts away from the woman’s breasts, Ethan pictured the icy winter days of his childhood in South Dakota. He sat on a chair by the door to pull off his boots and socks, and envisioned himself at Thule Air Base in Greenland staring at the arctic tundra. As he unbuttoned his uniform shirt, pulled it off one sleeve at a time and folded it carefully, he remembered the freezing snow on the Afghan mountaintops. Closing his eyes, he unzipped his camo pants, stepped out of them and folded them just as neatly.
“Are you ready back there, Lieutenant Colonel Grady?”
Ethan almost snarled. She’d broken his concentration. He snapped off his undershirt, wrapped a towel over his boxer briefs and lay down on his stomach.
Beads tinkled as she entered the room. “Close your eyes and take a deep, slow breath.”
Ethan gritted his teeth and complied.
With a click the sound of waves crashing against a shore filled the room. “To achieve Zen, one must be in total peace with oneself and nature.” Her warm, oil-soaked hands landed on his shoulders, and he instantly stiffened. But then she began a soft caress along either side of his neck, while her thumbs slid up his nape into his hairline.
He inhaled again and the light scent of coconut aroused his senses. The arctic was gone, replaced with a balmy beach, palm trees and a bikini-clad—
Her. The wacky herb lady. Lily.
He was picturing her in a bikini. In an instant his make-believe self had joined her on the sand and his hands were gripping her waist, then sliding up—
Discipline, Grady.
“Whoa. What happened? You were just starting to relax when your shoulders tightened up again.” Her fingers massaged his temples in slow circles, then combed through his hair to knead his scalp. “Empty your mind of thoughts,” she said in a low voice. “Negative thoughts create negative energy. Breathe in slowly, deeply. Then release impurities as you exhale.”
Since he was here and committed to this, he might as well try to gain some benefit from it. He blew out the breath he’d been holding, and tried to concentrate on fighting his intense aversion to physical contact.
“That’s it, Ethan. Very good.” The praise lightened something inside him. Her voice seemed to be whispering right into his soul, its soft entreaty arousing.
With his eyes closed, his other senses sharpened. The evocative scent of coconut. The repetitive waves crashing and retreating. The touch of skin against skin. Her hands worked their way down his spine, stroking, rubbing, deep into his flesh. As she reached the small of his back, he felt her strokes change from the broader heel of her hand to pointed knuckles making quick circles.
Her knuckles worked their way up his back again and then she started massaging his shoulders, and down his arms, her fingers kneading the muscles. All the while she talked. “Feel your heart rate slow,” she crooned. “Listen to each breath you take.”
Her voice soothed him as she performed miracles on his feet and calves, spreading oil as she caressed up his thighs. Maybe there was something to this massage thing. He was feeling more relaxed… .
Before he knew it, she had him turn over. When he raised his arms to clasp his hands beneath his head, he brushed her breast. A breast that wasn’t covered with a bra. A breast that was the most perfect shape. And the nipple of which had hardened to a bead against his forearm. Suddenly, he realized he’d lost control of his arousal.
She froze. Time seemed suspended. All he could hear was her breathing, quick and ragged.
Ethan closed his eyes, barely stifling a groan. To his horror, his dick hardened even more.
No way she didn’t notice his wood.
Surely this was a common physical reaction to a massage. Wasn’t it?
Her hands resumed their caressing, working their way slowly down to his stomach and then on to the edge of the towel. When she moved to his thighs, she brushed against his out-of-control erection, and he jackknifed up and bolted off the table. But he lost his footing, stumbled into the windowsill and knocked over several candles. Flames instantly ignited the silk scarf.
After staring in disbelief for an instant, he turned to the woman. “Go get your fire extinguisher.”
She blinked at the spreading flames. “I’m not sure … I don’t think I have one.”
“Don’t have one? How could you …” Looking around, he grabbed the fountain and splashed water onto the fire, which had reached the shelves full of bottles of … crap. Of oil. The flames leaped higher. The cord from the fountain knocked over several bottles when he yanked it from the wall, and the water pushed the flames closer to the spilled oil. Great.
The fire popped and crackled. Smoke swirled thick and black in the tiny room. His eyes stung. He coughed and turned to tell Lily to get out and call 911, but she’d disappeared. Good. She was ahead of him. He probably only had time for one more chance before the fire engulfed the entire room, if not the premises.
Think, Grady! Oil fires. Baking soda. He needed something to smother it with. Of course. He headed back to the front room, grabbed up the largest potted plant, ripped out the plant and tried to get back in to dump the damp soil on the flames, but the fire had all but consumed the room.
One small planter of soil wouldn’t even slow it down.
As he ran for the front door, Lily appeared in his path carrying the black cat, a tan-and-white guinea pig and a bird cage containing a plump white cockatoo. She thrust them into his arms, her face soot-coated but determined. “Take Ingrid, Scarlett and Bette. I’ve got to get Humphrey and Rhett.” She spun on her heel, heading back into the fog of smoke.
What the hell?
“Wait.” He set the birdcage down, tightened his hold on the squirming animals and lunged forward to block her way. “You’re not going anywhere except out. I’ll get Humphrey and Rhett.” He handed her the cat and the guinea pig. “Who are Humphrey and Rhett?”
Her face crumpled even as she coughed. “Humphrey’s my basset hound. He’s old and almost blind, and I couldn’t find him. He always sleeps in front of the TV, but he wasn’t there.” She pointed behind the counter to a set of stairs Ethan hadn’t noticed before. “And Rhett’s a big orange tabby. He won’t come willingly.”
“I’ll find them. Now get out of here.” More animals? Was she insane? Ethan took the stairs three at a time and opened the door into a relatively smoke-free one-room apartment. If he was lucky he had maybe two minutes before the fire burned through the ceiling.
Now, if he were a dog, where would he hide? Crossing the room in two strides, Ethan dropped to his knees beside the bed and lifted the bedcovers. Sure enough, the stupid mutt was lying sprawled on his side, as if he hadn’t a care in the world.
Ethan swept the solid lump of dog into his arms, stopped to grab up an orange, hissing, scratching tabby, and then bolted down the stairs just as the ceiling snapped and a falling two-by-four cracked across his shoulder blades, knocking him to his knees. Pain shot down his spine and the room spun around him.
LILY HEARD THE CRACK of splintering wood. Mother Earth, protect him. She bit her thumbnail, shifting her weight from one bare foot to the other, her attention riveted on the doorway. But Lieutenant Colonel Grady wasn’t coming out… .
All she could see of the shop now were flames.
Mist had called 911, Sunny had taken Scarlett and Ingrid to her house, and Lily’s other neighbors had gathered across the street from her shop to offer aid and to commiserate.
He just had to emerge unhurt.
The tarot had turned up the Tower, a card of radical transformation. In some cases it could mean the destruction of one’s home. Her home. But she’d think about that later. Lieutenant Colonel Grady had to be okay. There’d been no indication of death or even injury in the cards.
The moment she’d seen Ethan Grady she’d known he was her next project. She was meant to help him. Just as she had been destined to be there for Theo. And the others who’d followed him. When she received a sign from the universe to help someone, she could no more ignore it than she could let one of her pets come to harm.
But how could she help this Ethan Grady if—
There he was! The lieutenant colonel came striding out of the wall of flames holding Rhett and Humphrey as if it were the most natural thing in the world for a man wearing only his undershorts to rescue an old hound dog and a spitting, fighting alley cat from a burning building.
Lily ran to him. “Thank you.” She beamed at him as she took Humphrey. “Oh, Humphrey, were you scared, sweet pea?” She nuzzled the basset hound’s neck, then turned to set him down on the grass. Mist relieved the man of Rhett, whose claws were dug deep into the poor lieutenant colonel’s shoulder.
Immediately, Lily placed her hand on Ethan’s arm. “Are you okay?”
Glaring at her, he stiffened beneath her touch, his spine straight, his jaw clenched. Sirens wailed in the distance as he cleared his throat. “How could you not know where your fire extinguisher is?”
Lily noted his accusing scowl. But she was saved from answering as he grabbed his ribs and bent over, coughing and hacking, his free hand propped on his knee.
Worried, she placed her palm on his back to rub, and noticed the red, swollen bump between his shoulder blades. He had been hurt.
She asked Sunny to get him a glass of water and an ice pack. Sunny nodded and headed back to her shop, but not before giving Lieutenant Colonel Grady’s nearly naked form an appreciative once-over. A possessive tendril flared in Lily’s belly, but she couldn’t blame her friend.
The gorgeous man was standing in the street wearing nothing but his black boxer briefs and dog tags. His biceps were enormous; his body, though soot-covered, was a testament to nature’s divine purpose. What female could look at those broad shoulders, that dusting of dark hair across sculpted pecs, and my oh, my, that impressive package, and not want to procreate with such a man? Hadn’t she been tempted to stray where she never had before with a massage client?
Her gaze traveled up to his gray-green eyes, the color so at odds with his stern demeanor, but just as their stares met, he spun and began barking orders to the onlookers to pull out hoses from their yards and water down the neighboring buildings.
He took control of the entire crowd, commanding obedience from total strangers. And he did it wearing nothing but boxers. Such domineering behavior would normally be a turnoff for her, but that was exactly what was needed right now. With the drought and the winds, the fire could spread.
A fire truck rolled to a stop beside them and they were all ushered out of the way while huge hoses were unfolded and hooked up to a hydrant. Lily watched in anguish as the firemen contained the flames. Black smoke billowed into the sky and even before the blaze had been extinguished, she knew. There was no saving her shop. Everything was gone. The only place she’d ever been able to call her own, the fruits of Theo’s legacy to her, lost in minutes.