He turned and looked back.
“You no longer exist.”
Sixty
DAKOTA
Her mouth tasted sweet — like a watermelon Jolly Rancher, or raspberry bubble gum. Or whatever the hell she’d been eating before I grabbed her and plopped her down in my lap, where I’d dreamed of having her for all these many months.
“Sorry darlin’,” I murmured, holding her beautiful porcelain face. I kissed every square inch of it before diving back to her lips again.
“What for?” she asked breathlessly.
“For you having to go through all that.” I inhaled, and my senses nearly overloaded. She even smelled like watermelon. “It wasn’t right. It was like… like bringing our work home with us.” I paused for a moment, turning away. “And I hate that we put you in danger.”
Sammara’s fingers brushed my chin as she turned my head back to face her. Her blue eyes flared — all wonderfully full of life and fire.
“Well with four big, strong, Army Ranger boyfriends?” she whispered sweetly in my ear. Squirming into my lap, she closed her hand over my bulge and squeezed. “I know it comes with the territory.”
I smiled and kissed her some more, driving my tongue back into the sweetness of her mouth. We’d been kissing half an hour already. It wasn’t nearly enough.
“It’s over now, isn’t it?” she asked softly.
“Yes.”
“It’s just us now, right? Tell me its just us.”
“It’s just us,” I said. “The five of us.”
Sammara’s mouth closed over my neck. I could feel her tongue, tracing its way downward. Kissing, licking, sucking…
“Thank God.”
The living room was still empty and silent, as I realized the guys were giving me my moment with her. It was nice, having her alone. Keeping her here in my lap, teasing myself against the inevitability of what would take place next.
“Just me and my big, strong boyfriends…” she teased. She was stroking me openly now. Working my zipper down with her free hand. “Oh wow. Very big…”
She pulled my shirt up, and started kissing my bare chest. I could feel her hair, tickling my skin. Her lips, pursed together. Her tongue poking out to trace wetly around my nipple…
“I missed you,” she muttered into my chest.
“Not half as much as—”
She shushed me with a finger against my lips. “I missed my big, strong teddy bear…”
Her painted fingernails roamed my chest, eliciting shivers everywhere they traced. It was amazing how much of an effect she could have on me. How quickly I melted under even her slightest touch.
“Hey.”
I looked up, and Kyle was standing in the doorway. So much for being alone.
“Just wanted to say Briggs took the others off grounds, to clean up loose ends. Ryan went too. Could be out ‘till tomorrow.”
Sammara didn’t miss a beat. She didn’t stop, or look back, or look up. She only continued…
“I’ll be in the kitchen,” Kyle said, shooting me a knowing grin. “I’m starved. Maybe I’ll make you two something also. You know, for when you’re… done.”
The fingers of my right hand found their way into Sammara’s hair. It felt just as soft and amazing as I remembered it.