Compromising Love (The American Soldier Collection 10)

“Really? Like you know what my type is? I could say the same about Pamela. She’s definitely not your type.”

“Why would you say that?” he countered, turning to look at her. She was so fucking beautiful. Even riled up, he felt his dick trying to push through his pants.

“Too small up top and hardly even has an ass. You’ve always been a tits and ass kind of guy,” she retorted, and Winter chuckled.

“Yeah, well those guys aren’t your type at all either. They live to watch sporting events and they don’t hit dance clubs like that guy Jester you were living with.”

She gasped. “Jester had a great body. You jealous because he had amazing, sexy moves on a dance floor?”

“I can dance. I just prefer nice and slow. You know, while my hands are exploring a woman’s big tits and ass.”

She glared at him and crossed her arms and turned to look away.

He cursed under his breath as Storm continued to drive.

“What ever happened between you and Jester anyway? It was like he appeared out of nowhere, you were with him every waking minute, and then he disappeared. Where did he go?” Winter asked her even though they knew where he went. Back to New York to work for some accounting firm.

“It didn’t work out.”

“How come?” Zin asked her.

She looked at him and gave him the once-over. “He didn’t do it for me anymore,” she stated.

He knew she was trying to rile him and damn was she doing a great job at that. But before he could come up with a reply, the SUV stopped and she opened the door. Storm was out and helping her down. She reached for her bags and headed inside with Winter holding the front door open for her.

“What the fuck is going on?” Storm asked Zin. Zin ran his fingers through his hair.

“I’m losing my mind. I can’t take not touching her, kissing her, and wanting her. The fucking guys at work are talking about her body, her sweet personality, and it’s killing me.”

“You need to hold off.”

“Fuck holding off. If something happens between us, then it does and that’s it. I want her. I want to hold her, comfort her when she wakes with those damn nightmares. How can you and the others stay out of her room when I know you hear her crying and moaning in pain? She remembers that night. She relives her abduction every fucking night and sleeps with all the lights on in the room. Not even a fucking nightlight.”

He turned around and headed into the house. How the fuck was he going to get through dinner?

* * * *

Aspen didn’t know what came over her. She was being bitchy, trying to cause a fight with Zin because she was jealous. That Pamela woman wanted him.

“Hey, how are you doing?” York asked her as he came out of the kitchen with a dishtowel hanging from the waist of his jeans.

He looked so good, her heart immediately began to pound and her mouth nearly watered from the sight of him. All male, muscles, a tattoo on his arm that made her wonder, want to explore his body to find out if there were more tattoos elsewhere.

“She’s fine,” Zin said for her.

She swung her head to look at him and the man appeared crazed, angry, and it was directed at her.

Behind him was Storm looking just as pissed. Winter and Weston stood by the entrance to the kitchen in a dead stare.

Zin began to walk by her.

“What’s your problem?” she said, snapping at him, and it was too late when she saw the change in his eyes. She stepped back and he was on her in a flash.

Her one retreating step was halted by a single strong arm that wrapped around her waist and pulled her against Zin’s chest.

“You’re my fucking problem,” Zin said and then pressed his mouth over hers and began kissing her.

The tables turned quickly on her, making her head feel fuzzy, her body suddenly filled with overwhelming sensations. She felt every touch, every caress and shock to her system as Zin took complete control over her.