“And—” he pressed. The man was insufferable.
“You seduced me.”
“You lusted back, babe.”
She dipped her head. “I got caught up—”
“Look at me.” He wouldn’t let her shy away from their night together.
She lifted her head and their gazes locked.
His face was shadowed in the porch light. His scar stood out, white and sharp. His stubble was dark. His eyes were dangerously bright.
Her cheeks warmed. “We made out, hot and heavy.”
He scratched his jaw. “I remember an orgasm ...”
Damn the man. She clenched her fists. “I humped your groin.”
“How was it?”
“I ... came.”
“Was it good for you?”
Beyond good. Light had fractured behind her eyelids. She’d come apart in his arms. “I was embarrassed.”
“But pleasured.”
So satisfied her knees had buckled. She’d barely made it to the exit ahead of him.
“Why’d you leave?”
“I couldn’t face you or myself afterward.”
“Yet we met at Driscoll Financial the next day.”
“You walked in, a high-profile ballplayer, and spoke of attending Haunt as Captain America. I froze, afraid if you knew me as Wonder Woman, you’d think I was easy. I wanted to be taken seriously.”
He rolled his tongue inside his cheek and said, “You laughed behind my back at my attempt to find the Amazon Princess.”
“Never laughed, Law. I swear.” She crossed her heart. “It scared me you were so intent on finding her. I’d planned to take the secret to my grave.”
He pursed his lips. “That explains your panic every time you saw the Lasso of Truth.”
“I dropped it on my way out of Haunt. I never expected you to pick it up.”
“It was my only connection to Wonder Woman.”
“She is someone I’m not,” said Cat.
“She’s inside you.” Law’s voice was deep, husky. “She came out to play at Haunt.”
“Wonder Woman’s done playing—”
“Don’t pack her away yet, sweetheart. She and I have unfinished business.”
“What kind of business?”
Several heartbeats of silence, tense and telling. “Go put on the costume.” The demand came with a predatory vibe.
“Now?” Her mouth went dry.
“Definitely now.”
“I don’t have the lasso,” she said, stalling.
“We’ll pretend you do.”
The man wasn’t moving. He’d sit on the patio chair until the cows came home or until she turned into Wonder Woman.
“Why?” she asked him.
“You owe me.”
He’d been superhero hard at Haunt. She’d left him hanging. She’d played him with her secret, never planning to confess. She was now cornered. Big-time.
She partially blamed Foxie. The pup had dragged out the vinyl boot at the most inopportune time.
“I’ll change, but it could take a while,” she said in defeat.
He tapped his watch. “You have fifteen minutes, Cat.”
“Then what?”
“I’ll kidnap your dog.”
The schipperke snuggled against his chest, almost asleep.
He tossed her the boot. “Clock’s ticking, babe.”
She dragged herself to her bedroom and pulled the costume from her closet. The outfit openly mocked her. Her deceit had come full circle and now bit her in the ass.
She stripped down fully, naked and vulnerable. The bodice had a built-in bra. The blue bottom with the white-star pattern was sheer. Panties would leave a line.
Her mind felt splintered. And her hands shook.
The costume was spandex tight, as close as skin. With her first attempt, she pulled it on backward. The breast cups pointed behind her.
Reversed, the skimpy satin that covered her crotch now cut her butt like a thong. She rolled the costume down her body and tried again.
Her second attempt transformed her.
The costume shored up her confidence.
She cuffed the silver bracelets at her wrists. Wrapped her waist with the wide gold belt.
Next came the red-and-white vinyl boots.
She stood tall. Close to six feet.
She’d be eye level with Law.
The wig proved difficult. She fought with the hairpiece for several minutes. Finally got it on straight.
The golden headband added sparkle.
She slipped on her red-winged mask, studying herself in the full-length mirror attached to her closet door.
She was unrecognizable.
Gone was Cat May, and in her place stood Wonder Woman, a member of the Justice League. Confidence, power, and control settled bone deep. She had female strut and could kick villain butt.
Zam, bam, pop! No one messed with Wonder Woman.
Not even James Lawless.
She returned to the porch, crossed to him, and took a superhero stance: head cocked, hands on her hips, and legs splayed over his feet. She towered over him. A true Amazon Princess.
He set Foxie on the floor of the back porch and the pup scooted inside. Law then gave her the once-over—twice. His gaze moved so intimately, so hungrily, her entire body tingled.
Seconds ticked to a full minute before he pushed to his feet and their bodies brushed. The erotic rasp of his shirt against her leotard seduced the silence.
Cat stood her ground.
And Law crowded her.
He circled her, checking out each curve, angle, and line.
He looked, but never touched.
Yet she still felt stroked.
After admiring her fully, he stepped in behind her. She leaned back against him and felt him everywhere. He was all taut muscle and warm skin. His sex strained against the fly of his khakis. The accelerated beat of his heart against her back sent shivers down her spine.
She turned slightly just as he tilted forward. Her eyes were half closed and she pulled in a full breath, waiting for him to kiss her. The anticipation almost killed her.
His kiss was no more than a light graze of his lips—soft, warm, fleeting. Her stomach clenched. He went on to deepen the kiss and their tongues tangled. His embrace became more personal, more impassioned, with each second that passed.
Her ability to think, to reason, was soon lost. She gave a deep sigh of pure pleasure.
Their kiss broke, yet their breaths connected in short pants. He reached around her, securing his left arm beneath her breast. Her hands came up to his wrist, circling it.