Page 63 of Memories of Us

“Say it again,” I demanded through clenched teeth. Hell, I was hanging on by a thread. I needed to get my shit together or this wouldn't last a full minute once I was inside her.

She repeated her begging plea over and over as her head thrashed against the bed.

Beks stilled when I pushed off the bed, her eyes focusing where my fingers worked the snaps of my shirt. Her upper teeth sank into her bottom lip and her eyes flicked up to meet mine. The soft cotton of my shirt brushed over my shoulders and floated to the floor.

“Hell, you're like a real-life GI Joe action figure.”

I chuckled and unbuttoned my jeans, allowing them to pool on the floor, leaving me standing in boxer briefs.

“Do you know how sexy you are?” Her burning gaze licked fire along every inch of me. For the first time, I knew the person in my bed saw all of me. Not just my family name, my trust fund, or the body I spent hours in the gym sculpting. No, this gorgeous woman thought I, just Brenton, was sexy. “If you're ever in trouble on a mission, you better hope the enemy is all women. All you'd have to do is strip to disarm them. Hell, I'm sure they'd drop trou and fight each other over who got your dick in them first.”

“Woman,” I groaned, gripping my throbbing cock. “The shit you say.”

“Sorry,” she grumbled. A faint stain of pink flushed across her cheeks.

“I lo—” I squeezed my dick harder at the near slip of the tongue. “It's perfect. Like you.”

A shy smile pulled at the corners of her lips. “Enough talking. Take those off.” With two fingers, she gestured to my boxer briefs.

“Yes, ma'am.” I slipped the underwear down my thighs, relishing in her wide-eyed stare. “Skirt off. Now.” While she fumbled with the button and zipper, I pulled open the nightstand drawer. Box of condoms in hand, I turned back to the bed.

“Please tell me those are new and not thirteen years old.”

I shot her an incredulous look as I rolled on the thin rubber. Hand still gripping my cock, I stared between her legs. “No way I gave you up for money,” I whispered more to myself than her. “I'm a damn fool for forgetting us.”

“If you don't crawl on top of me right now, I'll start without you,” she groaned with her eyes closed, a grimace crossing her features.

Hell. This woman. Could there ever be anyone more perfect for me?

Smart, honest, straightforward, and just as demanding.

I love her.

The thought jarred through my mind, but acceptance of it sent a soothing wave through my veins. I'd have to figure it out later though, because she wasn't kidding about starting without me.

“Stop,” I growled, smacking her hand away from between her legs.

Both her ankles in my grasp, I yanked her ass to the edge of the bed. Every nerve, every sense zeroed in on the heat pouring from between her legs, drawing me closer. Right hand on her hip, I angled her off the bed and slid in an inch.

I palmed her breast with my left hand and teased her nipple between my fingers as I pushed in to the hilt. In unison, we groaned at the perfect fit. I became lost in the way her soft hip molded into my hand, giving me something to hold as I slid in and out. We moved in a slow cadence, giving this moment of two lovers rejoining the reverence it deserved, until the fervor grew unbearable, the urgency pushing me harder and faster.

Curses and versions of my name spilled from her lips in hushed whispers, insisting I go deeper. She was too much; we were too much. I only had seconds before I exploded.

“Beks,” I gritted out through clenched teeth.

Shouted unrecognizable words filled the room as she shuddered, clenching tight. With a loud curse of my own, I sank deep once, twice, and collapsed on top of the bed, barely catching my weight on my elbows before I crushed her.

Her soft, muscular arms wrapped around my sweat-slick neck and pulled.

“I don't want to hurt you,” I said, eyes closed, still coming down from the most intense orgasm ever.

“I'm not breakable, B. I want to feel you on me. All of you.”

Hesitantly I lowered, putting my full weight on her. Those arms tightened, and her nose nuzzled against my slick neck. It felt right, perfect even. Then again, it wasn't surprising, since every moment we were together seemed like it was made just for us. But the clock was ticking until I left.

And I would leave.

The army would never let me out of the contract just because I fell in love with my childhood sweetheart. Even if they did, would I want them to?

The army was my life, one I'd never considered leaving since joining, but what if she was my cure? The one to not only keep me from my addictions but take away the need altogether, to soothe the festering anger and rage boiling in my gut on a minute-by-minute basis?

I shifted to stare down at the beauty beneath me.

She was more than a cure.

This woman was my salvation.

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