Page 29 of Fade (Fighting Fate)

Skimming her lower lip over mine, she tightened her grip in my hair and arched her body into mine. It was the sexiest fucking thing, knowing she’d only been like this with me. I was instantly hard.

Amy inhaled a shuddering breath when she felt my hardness, her mouth clamping down on mine, her tongue stroking inside. Then she pushed down on me, the feel of her heat through my boxers making me groan with need.

My fingers tensed where they were still holding on to her sides. I wanted to move. I wanted to touch and stroke every part of her, but I also wanted her to have the control, so I forced myself to keep them in place.

Breaking the kiss, she leaned back a little and released her grip on me. Unwillingly, I loosened my hold and slid my hands down to her hips again. It was getting harder and harder to tear myself away from her each time. I was very much okay with stopping any time she wanted to, but that didn’t mean I didn’t want her like my next breath.

I was preparing myself to tone it right down, but then she was reaching down and pulling the hem of her dress upwards and off, leaving her sitting in my lap in just her bra and panties.

The passiveness I’d been keeping a tight leash on evaporated in the blink of an eye.

In one swift movement, I took her face in my hands and crushed my lips to hers. Amy reacted with just as much intensity, her hands going to my back to hold me against her, her fingernails digging into my skin.

Stroking my tongue over hers, I slid one hand down until I was cupping her breast, running my thumb over the soft material of her bra in time with my kiss. Tearing her mouth away from mine, she threw her head back and gasped for air.

God help me, but she was just so incredibly sexy.

Unable to stop myself, I claimed her exposed neck, licking and sucking that little place behind her ear I knew she liked so much. She groaned, grinding her hips against mine.

I growled in response, cupping her other breast, then softly running both my thumbs over the part covering her nipples. I knew how sensitive they were and just how breathless and needy it made her.

With a groan, she clenched her hands in my hair and ripped my mouth away from her neck, kissing me hungrily.

“Make love to me,” she whispered in a breath before claiming my mouth again.

Her words were like a shot of adrenaline straight into my nervous system. I suddenly couldn’t catch my breath. Forcing myself to keep a tiny sliver of consciousness, I searched for the right words to answer.

“It’s okay,” I choked.

It’s okay? What did that even mean? I had no fucking idea.

“No,” she breathed. “It’s not. I want you, Daniel. I need you. Please, make love to me.”

Jesus fucking Christ.

With an extraordinary amount of control, I pulled back so I could look into her eyes. “Are you sure?”

She met my gaze unwaveringly. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

Oh, God.

My initial reaction was to grab the opportunity she’d given me and kiss her everywhere I could get my mouth to, but then my sensibility kicked in. “Baby, I don’t have any condoms.”

She looked at me and bit her lip, that shyness creeping back in. “I’m on the pill, and you know I haven’t been with anyone else, so . . . ”

Fuck. I swallowed hard, almost choking. “I’m clean. I had regular health checks on base, and I haven’t been with anyone for a while,” I said, reality quickly catching up with me, making the tension inside me grow to the point of being painful. This was going to happen. She was going to let me inside her. With no protection.

“I trust you,” she whispered.

Jesus . . .

I tried to keep the fact that this was her first time in the forefront of my mind, but damn, it was fucking hard. Her body with so filled with need, it seemed to have unleashed an assertive and demanding woman who’d obviously been hiding inside her.

She clutched at me, writhed on top of me, took my mouth hard, her tongue delving and stroking like she wanted to consume me, and maybe I was weak, or maybe my need for her was equal to hers, but either way, it had my control by the balls.

Snapping the clasp on her bra, I pulled it off with hurried hands and tossed it across the room. Clutching her to me, I stood and twisted, placing her in the middle of my bed.

Nerves pulsed through my veins. I wasn’t inexperienced, but I’d only been with two other girls before this, and neither of them were anything like Amy. Even though both of those relationships had each lasted a few months, they’d both been older than me, and more like my educators when it came to physical relationships than actual girlfriends.

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