Page 116 of Major Love

And I brace my hands over his swollen shoulders as he slowly drags my thermals down my thighs, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip as he crouches lower, until he’s kneeling in front of me.

He gently frees my ankles from the pants, the fabric clinging tighter where the snow seeped through, and then he’s looking up at me from the sheets, his palms behind my knees as I try to control my breathing.

Because I’m standing in the middle of a blanket-fort, wearing nothing but my bra and panties, while this enormous six-foot-four mountain man kneels in front of me waiting for my next move.

Heat from the fire licks toward me and my snow-chilled body can’t wait any longer.

I sink my fingers into his thick hair and drag him up so that I can finally kiss him.

He understands what I want the second that I touch him, and he almost growls as he rises to his feet, his stubble scrapingover my stomach. Then his palms are cupping my jaw, tilting me toward him as he kisses me.

He wraps his forearm around my lower back, banding me against his body as he caresses my lips.

“When are your clothes coming off?” I whisper up at him, and he chuckles against my mouth, squeezing my waist.

“If you want this to last, I better keep them on as long as possible,” he rumbles, and I clutch him tighter in protest, hitching my bare thigh against the side of his quad.

He pulls back, panting, and shoves my thigh down from his pants.

“It’s been a while,” he admits hoarsely, but then he grabs my thigh and pulls it up again, his hands slipping to my behind as he presses his crotch roughly against me. He rolls his hips between my thighs, groaning hard when I moan against him.

“How long’s a while?” I whisper raspily, but he just gives me a look before hunching down for another kiss.

He strokes his tongue gently against mine before finally growling and slipping it fully inside. He groans, kissing me hungrily, before pulling away so that he can look down at my breasts. And he releases a rough exhale as he tugs tentatively at my bra strap.

He rubs it carefully beneath his thumb, before slipping his warm palm down my back and gripping the clasp.

Then he meets my eyes with his piercing gaze, and a hint of a smile touches his handsome mouth.

“Why?” he asks quietly. “Worried that I won’t have any moves?”

Oh, I’m worried that you’ll have too many moves, Jason.

I tug at the front of his shirt, a lot less gentle than he’s being with me, and amusement flickers in his stunning eyes as he pushes my hands back to his jaw.

And he just blinks down at me, waiting patiently.

Waiting for me to stroke his stubble like I did before.

I wait for a beat before gently scratching at the coarse hair, and his shoulders rise with satisfaction, sliding back to my hips as he waits for my reply.

“It’s been a while for me, too,” I admit in a soft whisper, because as much attention as I got in Nashville, I was never interested.

Relationships aren’t worth it if you’re not with the right person.

And my person was halfway across the world, serving our country as an Army Major.

Jason’s warm lips brush softly against my neck, his voice deep and rough as he rumbles, “You serious?”

I nod, holding him closer, pushing my curves against his strong body.

And he bites gently at the base of my throat before rumbling quietly, “Since I left the Army.”

I suck in a sharp inhale, my lashes fluttering as I do the math, because surely when he retired from the military that was… what, three… four years ago? Maybemore?

“Oh my God,” I whisper, panting against his warm skin, because the thought of Jason waiting that long…

And as if he can read my thoughts, he squeezes my waist and stands to his full height, looming over me as I gape up at him in awe and… a little fear.

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