Page 74 of Sergeant's Christmas Siege

Finally.

And for a long, beautifully aching stretch of forever, they just... reveled in that. Skin against skin. All the glorious differences in their bodies. The hard wall of his chest against the softness of hers, with the nipples he tasted like bright points of sensation between them. He moved his heavy, muscled thigh between her legs, and both of them groaned when his corded strength met the place where she was softest. Hottest.

And in some distant part of her head, she thought maybe she ought to feel self-conscious about the way she rode his thigh, but she didn’t. She couldn’t.

Because he kissed her again, and his hands were so big as he cupped her face that it was the easiest thing in the world to rock herself against him, then fling herself over that cliff.

When she shuddered back into awareness, Templeton was fishing a packet out of the pants he’d tossed aside earlier. Then he rolled protection down the steel length of him.

“You’re greedy, aren’t you?” he asked her as he crawled back to her side. “I like it.”

And that was a good thing, because she intended to go right on being greedy. She was still panting, but she pushed herself up and threw herself at him. She pushed at his shoulders, laughing when he toppled over, because she knew full well that if he hadn’t wanted to fall backward, she could have pushed against him all day to no avail.

“Lie back,” she told him. “Think of baseball or something.”

His voice was rough, deep, as she crawled on top of him. “I’d rather think about you.”

Kate’s hands were shaking. Or maybe she was shaking, inside and out. It was hard to tell.

She didn’t know if it was greed or something bigger, wilder. Her heart was still pounding, and she could feel her blood racing through her veins. And she didn’t think she would last the hour if she didn’t do this. If she didn’t make this mad, insane thing in her go away.

And there was only one way to do that.

She settled there astride him, then braced herself against his powerful chest with one hand. With the other, she reached down between them and wrapped her fingers as far around him as they could go.

“Look at me,” he commanded her.

And she couldn’t help but obey him. Her gaze snapped to his, even as she worked him inside of her. She saw the muscles in his neck go tight. She saw a wild glitter in his gaze, triumph and victory at once.

He had one hand on her hip and the other fisted in her hair.

And Kate knew with every cell and atom in her bodythat it was taking every inch of the formidable control this man had to let her do what she was doing. To let her take her time, settling her body against his as she worked that length of him inside her, bit by bit.

And when they were finally flush, she was red everywhere, shaking, and even sweating.

And Templeton smiled.

“Good job, Trooper,” he said. “You want to go fast, don’t you?”

She wanted to answer him in kind, but she couldn’t seem to find the words. Her breath was a tangle, and she couldn’t seem to stop shaking.

“Take it slow,” Templeton said. “I dare you.”

She accepted the challenge.

He held her, but loosely. So she lifted herself, then settled back down on him.

And it was almost too much to bear.

Pleasure speared through her, an intense wallop that might have knocked her sideways if he weren’t holding on to her.

She found that the more she moved, the better it felt. Until she could roll her hips, slide herself against him, and it was like magic.

And all the while, Templeton talked.

As if he’d been inside her head for all those dreams and knew things she didn’t know about herself. For example, that she’d always wanted a man with a dirty mouth and a whole lot of wicked commands.

Each and every one of which she followed, because they felt good.

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