Page 36 of Lone Star Witness

In fact, his body thought it was the start of a damn fine suggestion. It wasn’t. But just the thought of it started the fire inside him simmering.

She sighed. “Trust me, I’m tempted. Very tempted to pick up where we left off earlier,” Marise emphasized. “Kissing you was… an experience.”

Slade frowned, not liking the sound of that because it seemed as if she was closing the door on any future making out. He wanted that door wide open.

So, he stood and kissed her.

She responded in a good way with a satisfying moan of pleasure and a little hitch in her throat. He could feel her going soft and warm. Could feel her wanting him as much as he wanted her.

That’s why he was confused when she stepped back.

“You’re not physically ready for what you’re starting here,” she insisted.

“I beg to differ,” he insisted right back.

Since she looked ready to launch into an argument he didn’t want to hear, Slade just kissed her again. He got a similar reaction. A sigh. A hitch of breath. But this time, she didn’t step back.

Progress.

So, he deepened the kiss and used his good arm to ease her closer and closer and closer until her sweet body was pressed against his.

Thankfully, his injuries cooperated. No pain. Then again, it was hard to feel pain when the fiery heat had already started to spread.

She lifted her arms, one at a time, easing them around the back of his neck, and Marise did some kiss deepening of her own. Her taste shot through him, making him want more.

He took more.

He slid his hand between them, cupping her breast, and he moved his mouth to her neck. This was all new territory for him. Learning her hot spots. Tasting her. Hearing her react.

And she reacted all right.

Her sigh turned to an impatient groan, and she did some touching of her hand, with her center brushing against him.

It was like setting off an inferno.

His dick immediately wanted in on the action, and Slade figured action would be seen, but first, he had to think of the logistics of this. The colonel would get an eyeful if he woke up and came in here to the main room. So, while continuing those neck kisses, he started backing Marise out of the room and toward the hall.

He didn’t head to the hot tub, though that was a temptation with the image of the steamy water jetting around her soon-to-be naked body. Still, it was best for them to pick a more traditional place. Like a room with a lock on the door since he had a houseguest.

Slade kissed her all the way to his bedroom.

And she kissed him right back.

Part of him had always known it would come down to this. To the surrender of what felt like the inevitable. Friends, yes. But there had always been more. There’d always been the heat. And the heat was now skyrocketing until there was no turning back.

At least, he hoped there’d be no stopping.

They made it through into his room, and he used the heel of his boot to close the door. He could have stopped kissing her neck long enough to give Spock a verbal command to lock the door, but instead Slade did it the old-fashioned way. He reached behind him and fumbled around until he managed to get it locked.

Full speed ahead.

Well, a slow full speed ahead anyway.

Despite his dick’s impatience, he slowed down, taking the time to slide his hand down the front of her shirt and to her waist. His mouth made the same journey, kissing her through her clothes until he could lift the top and get his mouth on her stomach.

Then, her breasts.

She was wearing a barely there bra that he just shoved down so his mouth could get better acquainted with her nipples. A wise move on his mouth’s part because it got him another moan of pleasure from Marise and an urgent tugging when she went after his belt.

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