“I’ve never wanted someone to kiss me so much in my life.” My voice is breathless.
I’m surprised I can speak at all. I feel like my heart is beating out of my chest and the air all around us is electric.
It’s a feeling I used to only have when I was being bad, breaking the rules, trying to get away or trying to feel like I belonged. Now I know, with this gorgeous soldier standing in front of me, exactly where I belong.
Chad’s eyes darken, and he hesitates only a moment.
Emberly is beside me with both hands on her mouth, murmuring, “Do it… Do it…”
That full smile I love breaks across Chad’s face, and he quickly bends down, lifting me in his arms, Cinderella style.
“An Officer and a Gentleman!” Emberly squeals.
André lets out a loud whoop from the front of the store. Donna sighs, and I put an arm around Chad’s shoulder, pulling my face to his neck to hide the smile breaking my cheeks. He turns and heads to the door as Betty Pepper exclaims, “And in my store!”
Roxanne calls out, “That’s my girl!”
Only one thing is on my mind, and as soon as we’re out the door, Chad makes it happen. He stops and puts me on my feet, stepping closer to cup my face. His head lowers, and those whiskey eyes smile into mine. I’m breathing fast and my lips part before his even touch them.
Like the brush of a feather, he speaks against my skin. “I want you so much.”
With that he kisses me, and my entire body ignites. Mouths open, tongues caress, and I grip his shoulders to stay on my feet amidst the onslaught of emotion sweeping through me like a tidal wave.
His lips move mine, and my lips chase after his. Our faces move, and his large hands are on my ass, gripping, sliding up to my waist, up my back and into my hair. A deep sense of home warms my stomach. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt.
“Oh, man.” He lifts his chin to kiss my cheek, my forehead. “It’s just like I remember. We need a room.”
My hands are on his neck, his cheeks. I run my fingernails through his beard. “My place is closer.”
Looking down, he smiles again, placing his hand on my cheek, his thumb on my bottom lip. I want to pull it into my mouth and suck it. I want to hear him groan my name like he does when he comes so impossibly deep between my thighs.
Hot dark eyes burn me from within, and I know he’s thinking the same thing as me. “Let’s go.”
Twenty-Seven
Chad
Tabby stands in the center of her living room, feet bare, silky dark curls all around her shoulders. Her fingers quickly unfasten the gold buttons of my jacket. I slide my fingers under the spaghetti straps of her dress, lowering them.
As soon as they pass her elbows, she straightens her arms and the entire garment slides to the floor. She sighs. “It’s a little big on me.”
She’s not wearing a bra, and when I see her beautiful breasts, the semi I’ve been sporting since I saw her turns to a rod of iron. “I’m glad.”
Sliding my hand up the soft skin of her waist, past her ribs, she does a little shiver. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve seen today—since I found her standing at the back of Betty’s store.
I cup her round breasts, squeezing them in my hands. Her nipples are tight, and I roll the hard tips between my fingers. She exhales a soft moan, and my jacket is open, revealing the white tank underneath.
She smooths her hands up my shoulders, and I temporarily release her to place my coat on the back of her office chair. Turning back, I have to take a moment to admire her standing in only a black lace thong before me.
“Damn, Tabby, you’re sexier now than when I left.”
Her cheeks flush a pretty pink and she shakes her head, crossing to me. “I look exactly the same. We haven’t seen each other in a week.”
“Longer.”
She slides her hand up and down, cupping and stroking my dick through my pants, and a groan rumbles from my throat. “Don’t make me come in my dress whites.”
“That’d be an interesting story for the dry cleaners.” Her green eyes glow and she gives me a naughty, sex-kitten grin.