when those pretty, sad
eyes moved closer to mine, when that mouth surrounded by a sexy shadow of scruff dropped to cover
mine, all I could do was lie there and take it like it was inevitable. I had been kissed plenty in my lifetime—
by good boys and bad boys, by boys I liked and boys I didn’t, by boys I spent just a minute with and boys I
had spent years with, but no one had ever kissed me like this. Something happened when that firm mouth
settled over mine. My brain short-circuited, my common sense and basic rationality took a hike, and all I
was left with was a bundle of raging hormones and a desire so sharp and pointed it almost hurt when it
started to pulse under my skin.
I was surrounded by him, engulfed by him. He was just everywhere and it was overwhelming. I knew I
should tell him to stop, that this wasn’t right. I didn’t do this kind of thing and I had a feeling he was still
cut open and bleeding from whatever had sent him over the edge last night, but the words just wouldn’t
come and it wasn’t like I could have used them if they did. His mouth was hard on mine, his tongue
invading every corner, every hidden place I had in my mouth. Neither one of us had very much hair to hold
on to, so I had to settle for grabbing on to his ears to keep him in place. I should be pushing him away, not
pulling him closer, but there was no way that was going to happen, not with all that brawn pushing against
me and those eyes making me drown in them.
I kissed him back, because really that was all I could do. I slid my tongue against his, let my teeth find
the soft inner side of his lip, wrapped an arm around his neck, and we devoured each other. There was no
other way to describe it. We writhed together, the rough denim of his jeans rubbing against my bare legs,
his hands holding me in a grip that I couldn’t break free from if I wanted to. We kissed, we sucked, we bit,
and somewhere along the line it went from some kind of spontaneous combustion to a slow burn that had
me wrapping a leg around his lean waist and not protesting when impatient hands started pulling at the T-
shirt I went to bed in.
This was too fast, it was too wrong. He was not the kind of guy I had been holding out for. He was as
far from my idea of perfect as could be, but there was no arguing that he fit the bill for building me up to
something tingling and achy in no time flat. I gasped a little when the fabric cleared my head. I hadn’t been
naked with a guy in a really long time, and getting naked with this guy was all kinds of intimidating. Where
he was all smooth skin and perfectly cut muscles, I was all swirly colors inked on skin that had a tendency
to tan but was also dusted in freckles. Besides my left arm, I had a riot of lilies inked along my rib cage on
the left side. They were bright, full of every color under the sun, and the stamen on each of them was
decorated with a transdermal piercing. I had four or five little rhinestones that twinkled and winked from
the center of each flower. It was something I was sure this serious and intense soldier had never seen
before, but it didn’t slow him down. He tossed my shirt over his shoulder and touched the tip of his index
finger to one, which made me shiver. We still hadn’t exchanged a single word and things were quickly
moving out of hand. I was running out of room to make a graceful escape.
I put a hand on the center of his chest, spread my fingers wide, and tried to marshal my wayward and
heady thoughts. I needed a minute to catch my breath, a second to remember we were not two people who
had things in common, who would not normally exist in each other’s world. He didn’t give it to me. He was
rubbing his thumb between the little jewels dotting my side. He didn’t seem weirded out by it or unnerved
by it or all the ink that was now on display, in fact not once had he pulled that hypnotic blue gaze away
from my own. He put his huge hand over mine so
eyes moved closer to mine, when that mouth surrounded by a sexy shadow of scruff dropped to cover
mine, all I could do was lie there and take it like it was inevitable. I had been kissed plenty in my lifetime—
by good boys and bad boys, by boys I liked and boys I didn’t, by boys I spent just a minute with and boys I
had spent years with, but no one had ever kissed me like this. Something happened when that firm mouth
settled over mine. My brain short-circuited, my common sense and basic rationality took a hike, and all I
was left with was a bundle of raging hormones and a desire so sharp and pointed it almost hurt when it
started to pulse under my skin.
I was surrounded by him, engulfed by him. He was just everywhere and it was overwhelming. I knew I
should tell him to stop, that this wasn’t right. I didn’t do this kind of thing and I had a feeling he was still
cut open and bleeding from whatever had sent him over the edge last night, but the words just wouldn’t
come and it wasn’t like I could have used them if they did. His mouth was hard on mine, his tongue
invading every corner, every hidden place I had in my mouth. Neither one of us had very much hair to hold
on to, so I had to settle for grabbing on to his ears to keep him in place. I should be pushing him away, not
pulling him closer, but there was no way that was going to happen, not with all that brawn pushing against
me and those eyes making me drown in them.
I kissed him back, because really that was all I could do. I slid my tongue against his, let my teeth find
the soft inner side of his lip, wrapped an arm around his neck, and we devoured each other. There was no
other way to describe it. We writhed together, the rough denim of his jeans rubbing against my bare legs,
his hands holding me in a grip that I couldn’t break free from if I wanted to. We kissed, we sucked, we bit,
and somewhere along the line it went from some kind of spontaneous combustion to a slow burn that had
me wrapping a leg around his lean waist and not protesting when impatient hands started pulling at the T-
shirt I went to bed in.
This was too fast, it was too wrong. He was not the kind of guy I had been holding out for. He was as
far from my idea of perfect as could be, but there was no arguing that he fit the bill for building me up to
something tingling and achy in no time flat. I gasped a little when the fabric cleared my head. I hadn’t been
naked with a guy in a really long time, and getting naked with this guy was all kinds of intimidating. Where
he was all smooth skin and perfectly cut muscles, I was all swirly colors inked on skin that had a tendency
to tan but was also dusted in freckles. Besides my left arm, I had a riot of lilies inked along my rib cage on
the left side. They were bright, full of every color under the sun, and the stamen on each of them was
decorated with a transdermal piercing. I had four or five little rhinestones that twinkled and winked from
the center of each flower. It was something I was sure this serious and intense soldier had never seen
before, but it didn’t slow him down. He tossed my shirt over his shoulder and touched the tip of his index
finger to one, which made me shiver. We still hadn’t exchanged a single word and things were quickly
moving out of hand. I was running out of room to make a graceful escape.
I put a hand on the center of his chest, spread my fingers wide, and tried to marshal my wayward and
heady thoughts. I needed a minute to catch my breath, a second to remember we were not two people who
had things in common, who would not normally exist in each other’s world. He didn’t give it to me. He was
rubbing his thumb between the little jewels dotting my side. He didn’t seem weirded out by it or unnerved
by it or all the ink that was now on display, in fact not once had he pulled that hypnotic blue gaze away
from my own. He put his huge hand over mine so
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