The Greatest Fight of All (The American Soldier Collection 5)

“You were kind of out of it last night. My brothers and I were worried that you could hurt yourself during the night,” he said then looked at her from head to toe. Instantly her nipples hardened, and she realized she shouldn’t be standing here half naked.

He looked her over again. “You make it a habit of walking around in your panties?”

“No, I don’t. But then, this is my place, isn’t it?” she asked with attitude then walked around the island, away from him, and reached up to grab two mugs for the coffee.

“I appreciate you staying. It wasn’t necessary.”

“I thought otherwise.” They held one another’s gaze.

“I don’t need a babysitter, Waylon.”

“You did last night.”

“Really?”

“Sure did. You stripped down to your thong panties and bra that covered hardly anything in front of a bunch of drunk cowboys. You’re lucky we were there.”

She slammed her hand down on the counter then stalked toward him.

“Get out, Waylon. I don’t sleep around.”

There was a knock at the door, but before she could move, Waylon grabbed a hold of her camisole and pulled her toward him. He lifted her up, placed her onto the counter, and pressed his body between her thighs. She grabbed onto his shoulders, and now was almost face-to-face. He still towered over her.

His hand moved behind her head as he gripped her hard.

“You need looking after. You’re not going to flaunt this sexy body all over town.”

“I can do whatever I want to do,” she retorted and he ground his teeth before he pulled her closer and kissed her hard on the mouth.

In a matter of seconds he was shoving his tongue between her teeth, and they were battling for control of the kiss.

He made love to her mouth like no one ever had before. He was relentless in his strokes, combined with the exploration of his hands.

She grabbed onto his shoulders, raised her knees, and pressed them against his ribs. His hand grabbed her ass und squeezed her toward him. She ran the palms of her hands up and over his biceps, his shoulder and neck, feeling the power and the muscles beneath her fingers.

In the distance she heard the door close and she knew his brothers were there and her pussy clenched then released her arousal. She moaned into Waylon’s mouth and tried to pull back. He wouldn’t allow it. He held her head and face between both hands and continued to kiss her until she could hardly breathe. When he finally released her lips, they were both panting for air.

He stared at her with frustration in his eyes. “You drive me fucking crazy.”

“You started it.”

“I finished it.”

She tried to push him away and get down off the counter, but he wouldn’t allow it. He held her by her hips. He maneuvered his fingers beneath her boy shorts and caressed her inner groin with his thick, hard thumbs.

She gasped.

“Someone feeling sassy this morning?”

She turned to see Murphy and Ricky. Her heart raced. Then she wondered where Brody was. She sought him out, too. What the hell?

“Your brother thinks I need a babysitter,” she stated with attitude, but never

took her gaze from Waylon’s.

“You sure did last night,” Ricky said.

Waylon raised his eyebrows to her as if saying, “I told you so.”