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Fear was the furthest thing from what she felt as she rose on her toes and kissed him, stopping his words with her mouth. They had waited long enough. “I’m not scared. I know you would never hurt me. I want you,” she finished in a whisper, lacing her fingers behind his neck.
He kissed her deeply, stroking and sliding his tongue against hers in a thorough, lazy exploration of her mouth that left her clutching at him for more. He took her mouth like he had all night and no other goal, as if this kiss was the culmination and not the preamble.
Every time she tried to quicken the pace, he slowed the kiss down, holding her tight against him with steady, sure hands.
“Jameson.” She flicked the first of his buttons open.
“Impatient?” He grinned against her mouth, lifting his hand to cradle the back of her head, threading his fingers through her hair.
“Very.” She opened the next button.
“I’m trying to take it slow for you,” he said between sipping kisses that left her arching up for the deeper ones as she tugged at the belt of his dress uniform.
“Stop.” She put her lips to his neck.
He groaned and kissed her hard, locking his arm around her waist and lifting her against him, all pretense of teasing a distant memory. This kiss was openly carnal, blatantly possessive, and everything she’d been craving since she’d faced him in front of the chaplain.
They kissed their way down the short hallway and into their bedroom, where he set her down with a long slide along his body.
“If there’s anything you want to change-” He motioned to the room.
She gave it a glance. Serviceable furniture, light blue curtains that matched the clean bedding spread over a large bed. “It’s perfect.” She barely finished the words before she was kissing him again.
He got the message and stripped off his jacket. It landed somewhere, but she didn’t bother to look. Her hands were already busy with his tie, making swift work of the fabric the way she did daily with her own uniform.
The fingers in her hair gripped lightly, tugging her head back and exposing her neck to his mouth. Heat rushed through her, building hotter with every caress of his lips. By the time he reached the neckline of her dress-just above her collarbone-her breath was no longer steady.
She started to undo his shirt as he found the trail of buttons down her back, never lifting his mouth from hers as he undid them one by one. Then he turned her gently and kissed a path down her spine, caressing every inch of skin he exposed. He reached the base of her spine, then guided her to face him again.
She found him on his knees, his shirt unbuttoned to his waist, looking up at her with eyes glazed with the same desire coursing through her veins. Her nerves almost got the best of her, but she pushed them aside as she slipped one arm from her dress, then the other, holding the fabric just above her breasts for the length of several heartbeats before she found the courage to drop it.
The dress slid off in a flutter of satin, leaving her standing in nothing but the underwear and silk stockings she’d saved two months of pay to acquire. The look on his face made it more than worth the sacrifice.
“You…” His gaze was hot enough to warm her skin as he took her in. “You are so exquisitely beautiful, Scarlett.” He looked stunned, astonished really, and…hungry.
She smiled, and he gripped her hips and tugged her forward, kissing the sensitive skin of her stomach. After a year of wearing issued garments that made her just another identical cog in a large piece of machinery, she felt completely and utterly feminine. She speared her fingers through his hair to hold her steady as his mouth journeyed up her body.
He stood, then shed both his collared shirt and the soft cotton one underneath.
Her mouth watered at the sight of his bare torso, the soft skin that stretched over ropes of hard muscle. His stomach tensed when she traced the lines that ran down either side with her fingertips, memorizing the planes and hollows.
She brought her eyes to meet his questioning gaze-as if this man had anything to worry about. He was just as carved as any of the statues she’d seen, but so very warm under her hands.
“Well?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
“You’ll do,” she deadpanned, fighting the purse of her lips.
He huffed a laugh, then kissed every thought from her head. They were a flurry of questing hands as their remaining clothes fell to the floor with every step toward the bed. She gasped as he palmed her breast, then melted when he swept his thumb over the stiff peak.
“Perfect,” he murmured against her lips, then lowered her to their bed. She devoured him with her eyes as he rose above her, his hair falling forward to brush along his eyebrow. Every single part of him was flawless. He was so much bigger than she was and infinitely stronger, but she’d never felt more cherished.
“I love you, Jameson.” She brushed those locks back just to watch them fall again. Out of every sensation bombarding her body, from the feel of his strong thighs inside of her much smaller ones, to the wisp of cool air across her exposed breasts, the swell of love-of unfettered joy-in her chest flared the brightest.
“I love you, too,” he promised. “More than my own life.”
She arched up and kissed him, inhaling sharply as their bodies came in full contact. He brushed his lips over the patch of skin just beneath her ear, then moved down her body, slowly, methodically exploring her curves with lips and hands.
He sucked the peak of her breast into his mouth. Her fingers tightened in his hair as his tongue unraveled her. Everywhere he touched seemed to catch fire-the curve of her waist, the swell of her hips, the tops of her thighs. He turned her into a living flame, stoked a hunger she hadn’t known she was capable of. His hands felt so good, her entire body began to ache with it.
He brought his mouth to hers again, and she poured everything she felt into the kiss when words failed her. Her hands stroked down the broad lines of his back, and he deepened the kiss, groaning into her mouth before yanking his away, his breath coming in the same quick pants her own did.
“I forget my name when you touch me,” he said, bracing his weight on an elbow as his other hand traveled down her belly.
“It’s the same for me.” There was a slight tremble in her fingers as she lifted them to the back of his neck.
“Good.” He kept his eyes locked with hers as he reached between her thighs, gently cupping her. “You okay?”
Her breath hitched and she nodded, her hips rolling against him, seeking pressure, friction, anything that would relieve the ache.
The muscles of his shoulders went tight for a breath, and then his fingers were there, sliding through her, stroking from her entrance to where that ache centered. The first touch sent a jolt of pleasure so intense, she felt it all the way to her fingertips. The second was even better.
“Jameson!” she cried out, her nails digging into his skin as he returned to that spot again and again, swirling and teasing, overwhelming her senses.
“You’re incredible.” He kissed her once. “Are you ready for more?”
“Yes.” If everything he did felt like this, she’d always want more.
His fingers slipped to her entrance as his thumb kept her on edge, building the tension inside her to a breaking point. Then he slid one digit inside her. Her muscles locked around him as she whimpered, her hips rocking slightly with need.
“Okay?” he asked, the lines on his face taut with worry and restraint.
“More.” She kissed him.
He groaned and a second finger joined the first, stretching her. The pleasure more than made up for the slight burn as her body accommodated him. Then those fingers moved within her, stroking and gliding as his thumb moved faster, driving her higher, until she felt so tight she knew she’d snap or shatter if he stopped.
“I…I…” Her thighs locked as that tension within her rose like a wave.
“Yes, right there. God, you’re so beautiful, Scarlett.” His voice somehow grounded her even as she lost complete control over her body.
He changed the pressure, curled his fingers, and the wave crested and fractured her into a million shimmering pieces. She flew, calling his name, the pleasure so blindingly sweet that the world around them faded as it washed over her again and again, until her muscles liquified and she went limp beneath him.
Her entire body hummed with satisfaction as he withdrew his hand and shifted so the head of him pressed at her entrance.