Page 104 of Major Love

“It was unfair to crash at your place when you’re so busy, anyway,” I say breathlessly, my gaze sliding up to his as he bears down on me. He steps closer and I back up, glancing at the doorway before I move toward it. “I won’t get in your way anymore. But thank you for everything.Sergeant.”

I say the last word without meaning to, a mischievous parting taunt, but before I can push past him Jason’s large palm captures my hip.

Our eyes meet instantaneously and my body flames as he tugs me closer, his rough fingers bunching my sweater and making me swallow breathlessly as he tightens his grip.

His solid chest presses against mine and we watch each other, unblinking.

“I wasn’t a Sergeant,” he says, that deep voice reverberating through my belly.

“What were you then?” I rasp.

“I was the Major.”

My heart skids in my chest, pounding so loud I swear he hears it.

And it all makes sense. No wonder he stayed in service for so long.

Because he became the highest enlisted rank in the entire Army.

Just like he had always wanted to be.

My back gently hits the wall behind me and my hands reach up to clutch his shirt, his other palm enveloping my waist and roaming slowly in a firm caress.

With both of his hands on my body his chest pumps heavily as he glances down at me.

And my cheeks burst into flames when I realise what he’s looking at.

“Nice sweater,” he rumbles, a hint of satisfaction in his low voice because yes,it’s his sweater, and I couldn’t bear to leave it this morning.

“Very funny,” I whisper, but then I’m no longer breathing.

Because Jason gathers me against his chest, searches my eyes, and kisses me.

It’s the softest kiss that I’ve ever felt, his lips warm and gentle as they move against mine.

His large palms squeeze my waist, the heat from his hands radiating through the sweater, and I instinctively pull him closer, wrapping my arms tight around his broad shoulders.

His coarse stubble scrapes over my skin and I release a pleasured gasp, reaching up with shaking fingers so that I can tentatively caress him as he kisses me.

And then he’s grunting and pulling back, keeping me in place as he calms his breathing.

He rests his forehead against mine, waiting in the silence so that he can gauge my reaction, and his gaze lingers on my heaving chest, his biceps bunching as he watches me.

I lift my eyes to meet his and molten hunger burns in his irises.

“You’re breathing really fast,” he says, his voice so deep that I press myself harder against him.

“It’s… it’s because of the argument,” I whisper breathlessly, even though we both know that that’s a lie.

He rumbles quietly, a low sound deep in his broad chest. An understanding sound, that makes me want to stay wrapped up in his arms forever.

Then I stroke the stubble of his jaw and his long lashes flutter closed, leaning into my touch.

“Wanna keep arguing?” he rumbles, the heated look in his eyes telling me what he really means.

I exhale hard and tug him closer, making him swallow as his quads knock against me.

And I don’t make him wait any longer, as I whisper a breathless, “Yes.”

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