Page 123 of Shadow Blind

After a couple of minutes of bliss, the base of his spine started tingling.

His eyes snapped open. He reached down and hauled her to her feet.

“Hey.” There was indignant laughter in the protest. “I wasn’t done.”

He tossed her over his shoulder, holding her in place with one arm. With his free hand, he yanked his jeans up, anchored them against his hip and headed for the bedroom. The tingling was dispersing. Thank Christ. At least he’d have some self-control during the next five—maybe ten minutes. Fifteen if he was lucky. “Much more of that and I’d be done for the night.”

“I don’t see a problem with that.” Her voice was breathless. Maybe from trying to hold the laughter in. Maybe from his shoulder pressing into her diaphragm.

“I do. A big one. I want to come inside you. Not in your mouth.”

“My mouth is inside me.”

Her voice was even more breathless, but he could hear the laughter. Even feel it. It bubbled out of her and sank into him—an effervescent joy he hadn’t felt in what seemed like forever.

“That’s not the inside I’m talking about,” he growled, practically running to the bedroom. He was that desperate to reclaim her tight, hot pussy. Anchoring his jeans in place with his elbow, he flipped the bedroom light on as he passed the switch.

When he reached the bed, he swung her down from his shoulder and dropped her onto the middle of the mattress. Even as she bounced, he tore his shirt over his head. As much as he wanted to get totally naked, skin to skin with her, it would take too long. He’d have to unlace and remove his boots first. Instead, he let go of his jeans and shoved them back down, where they pooled around his knees again.

“Really?” Laughter erupted from her. “You can’t even wait to take off your boots?”

“You’re lucky I have the patience to take off my shirt,” he growled as he yanked her sneakers off and tossed them over his shoulder. “But I know how much you love digging those talons of yours into my chest and back.”

“You do have a superb chest,” she agreed, her laughter turning into a purr. Her hands skimmed from his shoulders down to his abs, and from there to his crotch. Cool fingers wrapped around his throbbing cock. “But other parts are even more…superb.”

He unbuttoned her jeans, ripped the zipper down, and tugged them off. “You could at least make an effort to get your clothes off,” he complained as he shoved her blouse up and slid his fingers beneath her silky bra to tweak her nipples.

“Sorry!” she offered the apology in a sing-song voice. “But my hands have more important things to do.” She reached lower and tickled his sack. “Much more important things.”

He groaned, his hands stilling, before grabbing each side of her blouse and jerking it apart. Buttons popped and flew everywhere. Impatience gripping him, he slid his hands beneath her upper back and grappled with the delicate clasp of her bra. The clasp didn’t survive the assault. He whisked her lacy bra aside, freeing her tits for his mouth and hands. Fuck—what a perfect sight—the high, firm globes beckoned to him, the rosy nipples peaked and waiting for his mouth.

She stretched languorously beneath him, her eyes twinkling. “I don’t know, baby. Are you sure you’re up for this? It’s barely been an hour since you were released from the hospital.”

He thrust his cock into her caressing hand. “Absolutely. I’ve never felt better.”

Which was true. He felt fantastic. Strong. Steady. Healthy. Something about that niggled at him, but he was too focused on the feel and sight of her to track the thought down.

Her hair was fanned out across his blanket—a brilliant burst of blue-green. A new memory in the making, as her hair had been pink during his last trip stateside. But the rest of her…fuck…she looked and felt even better than he remembered, her skin glowing, her eyes burning. He traced an unsteady line up her ribcage, her skin like silk against his fingertips, and circled her nipple. Her breath caught, and her muscles twitched with each caress. Mesmerized, he eased down and took the pebbled nub between his lips.

She tasted like roses; floral, sweet, perfect.

When her legs opened in welcome, his fingers slid down to trace circles around the inside of her thigh. Her breath huffed with each stroke.

“Wait!” she stuttered. “There’s something I want to try.”

His hand froze. Her voice vibrated, but it wasn’t with arousal. Or at least not only arousal. There was laughter there, too. Joy. That’s what it was like with Demi. That was the difference with her. It’s what he’d craved over the past weeks of deployment. It’s what he’d mourned when he lost her.

The joy. The laughter. The love. He hadn’t understood the difference between fucking and lovemaking until her, how sex could be more than physical, that there could be a mental and emotional component too.

“I want to try an experiment,” she announced, her voice breathless with suppressed laughter and arousal.

This could not be good. His forehead beetled. “If you think we’re going to postpone this until you don your fuck-me-now ensemble—”

“Of course not.” Her righteous tone dissolved into giggles. “I never had time to pack—remember? My fuck-me-now clothes are down in Coronado. I’ve got another experiment in mind.”

“No shit?” His hand started moving again, circling closer and closer to her soaked core.

“See, I watched this documentary that hypothesized that men can smell the scent of female arousal, and that the smell makes men more possessive and aroused themselves.” Her breathless explanation tightened as he slipped a finger into her wet heat. “I want too…want to…test—” she gasped as his finger scraped against the inside of her pussy. “—that hypothesis.”

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