CHAPTER NINE
“NOW, WHERE WERE WE?”
“You were about to tell me your wildest, most romantic fantasy,” Walker answered, his voice rumbling deep in his chest.
“Oh, the one about the three cabana boys and a key lime pie?”
Walker grinned and leaned down to kiss me, his lips doing the sorts of things that I was willing to bet were illegal in many countries. “No, the one about the brave knight who single-handedly rescues his lady from a dastardly blond villain from California.”
“Oh, that fantasy,” I cooed, arching my back so I could rub myself up against him. The satin-and-chiffon negligee was gone, tossed into the corner. I was thankful, the hair ball was also gone. Walker removed it just before he dumped out a box bearing leather gloves and gauntlets, throwing one of his tunics inside and p
