Model Soldier by Cat Johnson Page B

Hmm?”
    “Mmm. I have an excuse. You wore me out. I didn’t know Goldilocks would turn into the big bad wolf in bed.”
    “You’re mixing your fairy tales and I don’t usually do this, you know.”
    “Have sex with incredibly hot and handsome soldiers you’ve only known for two days?”
    “Yes. The two day part, at least. The hot and handsome part is pushing it, don’t you think?” she joked rather than let him see her doubt.
    She felt him chuckle. “You still don’t like the idea that you found me attractive from the minute you walked into that office yesterday, do you?”
    Actually, it was from the minute his eyes stared back at her from the paper computer printout back in New York, but she wasn’t telling him that. And because of exactly that attraction, she should have run screaming from the Ratskeller the moment she realized Hawk was inside.
    She’d fallen half in love with Hawk on paper before ever meeting him, imagined fairy tale “happy ever after” with him. And even the reality of two days of fighting with him over every detail of this campaign couldn’t fight that attraction. So what did she go and do? She jumped into bed with him, willing to settle for one night over nothing at all.
    Stupid, stupid, stupid .
    “You’re doing it again.”
    “Doing what?”
    “Thinking.”
    “I can’t help it,” Emily sighed. Having sex with Hawk raised a good dozen or so questions. Would she ever hear from him again? If she did have to contact him for work, how weird would it be?
    “Well I can,” he said, running a hand from her waist, over her hip and down to her thigh where it paused and made small circles against her skin.
    “You can what? Not think? Yeah, I figured that.”
    “No, my witty little thinker. I meant I can stop you from thinking.”
    One large rough hand pulled her leg up and over his hip as he slid into her from behind while fingering her clit at the same time.
    Her eyes closed involuntarily at the combined feeling of him moving inside while his hand worked her increasingly sensitive spot.
    The tension began to build and she breathlessly shuddered out, “Oh.”
    “Still thinking?” he asked playfully.
    Somehow, she managed to respond. “Shut up, Hawk.”
    Emily heard him chuckle just as the hip-bucking orgasm broke over her.
    A few incredibly wonderful thrusts more and Hawk wasn’t laughing any longer. With a deep groan that reverberated straight through her body, he quickly pulled out of her and she felt warm wetness against her back.
    Holding her tight, his body hot against hers, he growled against her hair. “Mmm. I could do that with you all night long.” Then to her great disappointment he pulled away and sat up. “But right now we both need a shower.”
    Emily moaned at that suggestion. She’d be willing to overlook the stickiness on her back if it meant not getting out of the warm bed again. “Now? It’s cold out there,” she whined.
    “Yes, now, and don’t you worry about being cold. I’ll warm you up. Believe me.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her up and out of the blessed warmth of the sheets.
    “Oh, okay. But try not to get my hair wet. It will take forever to dry.”
    Hawk laughed. “Oh, sweet thing. I can’t make any promises. I find shower sex tends to get pretty wet.”
    Shower sex?
    Emily glanced down and took in his spectacularly naked, beautifully muscular form. The thick thighs, small waist and indescribably large forearms. Oh boy.
    “Are you sure you don’t want to go back to sleep? You seemed pretty tired before,” she teased, unable to resist.
    Rapidly getting visibly hard again, Hawk took a step closer until their bodies touched. His voice low, he said, “I think we’re done sleeping for the night. What about you?”
    Not having closed her eyes yet, and with a really long flight home just hours away, Emily still nodded in agreement.
    If she was going to have only one night with this man, she was going to make the most of it. She’d deal