Page 19 of The Lost Soldier
With the same zeal, he removed all of his clothing, chucking it to the side so hard against the wall, it pushed back the door.
She gasped, staring at his thick, muscled abs as she fumbled with her panties and bra. Her skin ignited with a fiery burst that she knew could only be quenched by Chad.
His eyes widened with lust as he ran his hands up her inner thighs. His hot breath feeding her desire with tiny pleasurable samples of what was to come.
Digging her heels into the mattress, she lifted her hips, and his soft tongue glided across her like warm bath bubbles beading over her skin, tingling her pores. He teased her, gently kissing her hard nub, fingers barely touching. No matter how much she grinded, he kept his touch feather light.
Her moans filled the room as her fingers clenched his scalp, encouraging him to go from teasing to demanding her body to respond with a quivering storm of desire. She tossed her head side to side, jerking her hips, begging him to take her without pretense. Foreplay was unnecessary in this dance to devour each other. Her hunger for him would never be completely fulfilled. She needed him like the stars and the moon needed the sky. Even when the clouds covered the perfect combination, they would always be there, dancing in the background, just like her love would always be with Chad.
There would never be anyone else but him. He filled her world like hot fudge melting ice cream, creating a warm puddle of a chocolate heaven that tickled your taste buds. Life without Chad was like a world without sunshine.
She clamped her knees against his head, arching her back as her orgasm ripped through her body. Her muscles quaking in the wake of pure delight.
“Please,” she begged, tugging at his arms, pulling his taut body on top of hers. “I need you now.”
He wasted no time entering her in one long stroke, pushing her body back against the bed as the length of him completely buried inside her. He made love to her with tender passionand the fierceness of a wild animal. His lips bruised hers as he grunted into her mouth. His body shuddered; his orgasm spilling out into her, filling her with a combination of love, passion, and oneness.
Wrapping her legs around his waist, she held him tight, their desperate movements slowed to a tender rocking. He nestled his face in her neck, kissing her skin, nibbling on her earlobe.
When their breathing returned to normal, he rolled to his side, tucking her back against his chest. He pulled the sleeping bag over their bodies. “I’ve missed you so much that I was reckless.”
She closed her eyes. “I missed you, too,” she whispered, not wanting to deal with the fact they hadn’t used protection, and she wasn’t on the pill. She hadn’t even thought about it until he used the word reckless. Her sister, Hazel, had numerous visions of her and her sisters with babies, though Hazel could never tell who had one and when. She just would see her sisters and children.
“I hate to sour the mood, but are you using any form of birth control?”
She let out a long breath. “No.”
He tightened his hold. “Nothing we can do about it now.” He kissed her cheek. “We should try to get a few hours of sleep before jumping back into my training and finding Hunter.”
“Training?” she questioned.
“Yeah. That’s in part why Mallard requested you to be here. To help me harness my powers.”
“And you know this how?”
“I heard Scottie talking to him in the chopper.”
“I find it odd that Mallard would want me to do that, without telling me. I mean, we have been told since we got in the plane in Vermont that my role is to help find your missing men.”
“By way of our psychic talents and since I don’t know what mine are, nor did I acknowledge them, I guess they figured this was the best way to go about it.”
She relaxed her muscles, taking a deep breath. “I can’t help but feel like I’m being manipulated by everyone.”
“I hope you’re not lumping me into that.”
“No,” she whispered. “But to be totally honest, being with you again scares me.”
“Why?”
“You crushed me when we broke up,” she admitted. “You not only denied you cared about me, but you denied your gifts.”
“I won’t deny them anymore, nor will I deny that I care about you. I don’t know what the future holds, and I can’t make you any promises.”
“I know,” she whispered, her eyelids growing heavy. If the prophecy of the Collective Order were fact, then she had no reason to worry that he’d ever walk out of her life again, only she knew better, and premonitions often changed as reality and the world around her changed.
For this moment, she had the love of her life.
The next? Who knew.
