Page 20 of The Soldier

I head into her walk-in closet and find a T-shirt. Then, lifting her head, I try to rouse her quietly. “Little wolf.”

“Mawowahumba.”

I snicker, then try again.

“Wake up for me, sweetheart. I need you to put this on.” I brush the hair from her face but she just licks her lips, smiling in her sleep.

Christ.

I’m going to have to do this on my own.

Bad move. It’s like wrestling a wet octopus getting the cotton T-shirt onto her body and unzipping the dress without grabbing any of the fun parts. While I’d love to see this gorgeous woman in all her glory, I want it to be on her terms.

I want her to give herself to me.

And when she does—because she will—I’m going to savor every inch slowly. That is, after fucking her hard and fast the first time. I’m a man, not a saint.

I drag the dress over her legs, consider her panties and shake my head. That’s way too far. I’m not that strong.

Carefully arranging her back on the pillows, I go to stand as two arms latch around my neck.

“Jesus!” I yelp, as if a dead body suddenly came to life.

“You smell so nice,” Trina mumbles.

“Yeah?” I smile and lean back, taking in her blurry blue eyes.

“Kiss me.”

Shit.

“Ask me when you’re sober, little wolf.” I cup her face and rub my thumb over her cheek.

“Kiss me.” She purses her lips. “Come on soldier, you mow do wamp too.”

Fuck me.

Her lips press against mine and my cock turns to granite.

Do not kiss her back.

“Go to sl—”

Then her tongue drags along my bottom lip and my control slips. My mouth crashes down on hers. Sliding my fingers through her hair, I lift her face and take what’s not mine while savoring the heat of her body as she arches into me.

I’ll spend the rest of eternity feeling like an asshole but I’m not stopping this kiss. Hungrily we lick and lap at one another, as the familiar fire and desire we’ve been taunting takes control.

“Marshall,” she groans in my mouth and my cock lurches, wanting out.

Wanting inside her.

Shit. I can’t do this. I won’t. Not when she’s drunk as hell and barely conscious.

I’m not that guy.

I pull back. “Wolf. Stop. If I kiss you again, I’m fucking you. And I want you sober and, shit, fully fucking conscious.”

“No. Now. Fuck me.” Trina licks her lips and tugs on my hair as her hips arch, pressing into my rock-solid erection.

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