hallway. She pushed open and door and peeked her head in then grabbed his hand and pulled him inside. The door wasn’t even completely shut before she pressed her body against him. The urgency in the way she touched him had him wishing he could rip the damp clothes from her body. But they couldn’t. Not here. Not in a military building full of soldiers. Even though they were in the women’s locker room, he was sure that if anyone walked in on them they would only be too eager to talk about the SFC who was taking a woman in the locker room.
Before he could even get a word out in a piss poor attempt to protest, she had her full lips covering his. She dug both hands into the back of his neck and pulled him down to her so she could kiss him deeper. How this woman could make him forget every coherent thought that was streaming through his head was beyond him, but the taste of her sweet breath mixed with the salty dew on her body was intoxicating.
He doltishly slid his hands around her waist and cupped her ass bringing her even tighter against him. He could feel his body rising in his shorts and having Ronnie’s body rubbing against him wasn’t helping.
“Fuck Ronnie, I don’t know how much more I can take, Sweetheart.”
“Take it all. I’m activating our just sex policy.”
Kale groaned as she slid her hand in between their bodies and rubbed it against his aching bulge. Damn it, he didn’t want her to stop.
Ronnie’s hair was conveniently tied back into a ponytail, her long waves hanging down her neck and brushing the top of her back. He twisted the hair in his hand and gently yanked back, pinning her head so her mouth was no longer on his. She let out a satisfied yelp and the fact that she liked the little tug made a vision of things he would like to do to her run through his mind. Oh, what he could do to this woman.
With her head tilted back trapped by his hand, he took that moment to trail his tongue up the center of her throat, deliciously tasting the sweet salty moisture that clung to her skin.
“I’m not going to take you here,” he whispered against her flesh. He released her hair and her head dropped down so she was now looking him in the eyes.
“What?”
“We’re not doing this here,” he said, and even as the words left his mouth, he wished he didn’t have to say them.
Ronnie was pissed, she was pouting and fuck, it was sexy, but against every man code there was about not questioning it when a beautiful bombshell pushes you in an empty locker room for sex, he just couldn’t do it. Not only were the ramifications of an NCO having sex in a public government building reasoning enough to not go through with her little temptation, the very thought of someone coming in and seeing her like that made his blood boil. No, no one was going to see her but him; he wasn’t going to chance it.
“I thought random spontaneous fucking was what guys dreamed of.”
Kale couldn’t help but laugh. Yes, this was normally right up his ally.
Ronnie took a step back from him and sighed. “Now I’m all wound up.”
“I’ll take care of that tonight. Believe me baby, I’m dying here too.” He looked at her swollen lips and her full breasts and he damn near said fuck it, but he forced himself to stay strong.
“I can’t see you tonight. I’m working late and then I’m finishing up a piece on Mic.”
“Mic?” he asked with a hiccup of a territorial growl forming in the base of his throat.
“Yes, Mic. The fifty year old bald guy with a beer belly and a cigarette permanently hanging out of his mouth…”
Kale relaxed. Oh yeah, Mic.
“Do you work tomorrow? I want you to go somewhere with me.”
Ronnie raised her eyebrows. “Kale, I thought we discussed this. I don’t want to go on any dates.”
“It’s not a date. I’m driving to my hometown to visit my grandmother. It’s a four hour drive each way and I just want you to keep me company on the road trip.”
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