Page 98 of Forged By Sacrifice

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Movement woke me, soft arms pulling away from me, and I muttered a protest, pulling her back. Our second night of lovemaking had been as long and as satisfying as the first. I was pretty sure I’d won our bet when I’d kissed the inside juncture of her thigh and pelvic bone before licking it and hearing her moan.

“No running,” I told her.

“I have to use the bathroom,” she said with laughter in her voice.

“Bathroom and then come back to bed,” I said.

“Don’t be bossy. I’ll definitely leave,” she tossed at me.

“You liked it when I was bossy last night,” I told her, and even in the faint light of my room with the shutters closed, I could see her blush, and I kissed her. Unable to help myself. Not able to get enough of everything her soft lips and soft fingers offered me.

She pulled away from my kiss. “If you don’t let me up, I’m going to pee in your bed.”

I chuckled and let go. “I forgot I was talking to the bed wetter.”

“Har-har. I shouldn’t have told you that,” she said. I watched as her naked, graceful body disappeared into my bathroom. I threw the covers off and found her dress, underwear, and bra that we’d discarded on the floor last night.

I looked around my room, trying to decide where would be the last place she would look for them. I opened my closet quietly, found my Navy uniform hanging there, tucked the items inside the pockets and jacket, and then returned to the bed just as the toilet flushed.

I was lying on my back, hands behind my head, when she emerged.

She stood, looking at me, unashamedly naked. I loved that she didn’t hide her body from me. I loved that, unlike many women I’d been with, she didn’t try to cover up immediately. She was beautiful?hair mussed, lips burned red from kisses?making my morning wood come to full attention.

“You look as if you’ve been up to mischief,” she said.

“Who, me?” I asked, but I couldn’t keep the humor out of my voice.

And just like I expected, she looked around for her clothes. On not finding them, her hands went to her hips. “Mac, what did you do with my clothes?”

“You said you were coming back to bed.”

“You told me to come back to bed. I never agreed,” she said, coming closer. I lunged and pulled her long limbs back onto the mattress with me. She squealed, laughing and gently fighting me all at the same time.

I had her pinned on the bed before she could blink. She was smiling up at me, my face inches from hers. “I won our bet,” I said, and I kissed her jaw and her cheeks and then her lips. She kissed me back before pulling our mouths apart.

“Is this your favor?”

“Hardly,” I told her. “This is me doing you more favors.”

“Your sister is right; you’re an egomaniac,” she said, eyes full of joy. “Besides, I believe we agreed it was a tie. We both owe a favor.”

“Most politicians are egomaniacs,” I told her as my kisses journeyed to her neck and down so I could take a nipple into my mouth, and her body went limp.

“Don’t say it,” she said, voice raspy.

“What?” I mumbled, mouth full of her, journeying to the other nipple while my hand kept the first company.

“Pol-politician,” she moaned. “God, Mac. Don’t stop.”

And I didn’t, ignoring her warning about the word that scared her, and instead, paying attention to her body and every inch of it that I still couldn’t get enough of. That I couldn’t ever imagine getting tired of. I understood Eli for the first time in years. If he felt even a tenth of what I felt when I was with Georgie, I wouldn’t blame him for giving up everything to live in a tiny town, working two jobs, because the woman he cherished owned a bar.

I didn’t let that thought stop me. I didn’t get hung up on it. Instead, I continued to worship the woman who was beneath me until I could make her say my name in that aching way she said it that was not only full of desire but also hopes and dreams.

Georgie

HURTS 2B HUMAN

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