Page 5 of Rescued By the Major

“Show me where you want me to me go next, Eva.” It’s an order, a command, but I do my best to keep it gentle. As muchas I’d love to get my hands all over her, that sense of warning I always had in combat tells me she needs to lead right now. And damn it all, I’ll give her whatever she needs in this moment. Now and every moment coming if she’ll let me.

She hesitates, but I press another kiss to her neck, nipping at the sensitive spot with my teeth again, and the tension leaches from her. Her hand lands on mine, and guides me down the front of her body, beneath the waistband of the sweatpants I gave her, and into the warm spot between her legs.

“Right here? This is where you want me?” I’m teasing her, asking these questions, because the truth is, this is exactly where I want to be.

Not just my hands, but other parts of me too. My mouth. My cock. But those can wait. For right now, I’ll seize this chance she’s giving me. Make her feel the kind of pleasure that she deserves.

“Thank you, sweetheart.” I kiss her neck, soothing the reddened skin, and she whimpers. “You’ve made me a very happy man.”

My finger slips between her legs, right at the apex, and I groan feeling how hot and wet she already is. She gasps when I rub over her sensitive clit, and I’m rewarded with the whisper of my name. This woman is tearing me up already and I haven’t even been inside her yet.

But the reality of it all is, it’s not just the idea of that. It’s the instinctive urge I have to care for her, to make her feel so good in her skin that she forgets whatever sent her running to this mountain. Whatever she’s trying to escape, I’ll erase it from her mind, until all she feels is secure again.

Her hand settles over mine and she guides me in deeper. First a skim over her clit, then a path down to her entrance, before returning back up to the tiny bundle of nerves that makes her buck against my hand begging for more. She’s an angel, onfire in my arms, and the need to make her scream with pleasure burns deep inside me.

I follow her direction, circling my fingers over her clit, and then back down, tapping at her dripping opening, before returning. The path I make grows slicker with each pass, and I can feel the pressure building in her, her muscles going tight against my chest.

When I change the rhythm, making it a little faster, she moans, and this time, when I reach her entrance, I dip my finger inside. She’s soaking wet now, a primal satisfaction settling over me that I’ve done this to her. And when she shakes with each deeper stroke inside, timed with synchronized swipes over her clit, I want to howl with pride that I’m doing this for her.

“Anders, please,” she begs, her hips rising and falling with the rhythm I’ve set for us. “Please.”

Two fingers spear into her this time, and I press down against that sensitive spot inside, flicking her clit with my thumb, and she comes apart. Wetness floods over my fingers, into the palm of my hand, and she grabs onto my arm, like I’m an anchor amidst the swirling quakes of pleasure shaking her from the inside out. Like I’m the only thing holding her here in this moment.

I’m happy to be her port in the storm as she comes down, pressing kisses to her neck and the skin on her shoulder where the sweatshirt has slipped down.

When she goes still, I pull my hand free, and she tenses like she’s anticipating that I’ll push her away. Not for a second do I even entertain that thought. Instead, I lift my hand to my mouth, sucking the taste of her off my fingers, and then wrap my hand around her middle, pulling her flush against me, my leg draped over hers.

“Thank you for that,” I say, and she turns her head. Bright amber eyes lock with mine, surprise in the depths.

“I should be the one thanking you,” she offers back, a sated smile on her pretty face. “That’s the best it’s ever been.”

Pride wells up in me, the idea that no one has ever hit those heights for her before making my chest swell.

“You trusted me to take care of you. That’s worth a lot in this world.” It’s the best explanation I can offer for the gratitude I feel. “Now, let me hold you a little bit longer before we have to get up.”

I can see the question in her eyes, but she doesn’t argue. Instead, she does as I ask, and a contented sigh escapes me when she settles against me. Her breathing evens out and she’s drifting off to sleep again and for the first time in a very long time, I feel my eyes dropping closed without a fight. Sleep washes over me and I finally rest.

6

EVA

When I wakethe second time, it’s to the sound of a log popping in the fireplace and the smell of food in the air.

I sit up on the couch, the blanket tangling around my legs, and stretch my arms up over my head. The tension I normally feel, like I’m constantly primed for an attack, is less, and my cheeks heat at the immediate connection I make with the orgasm that had ripped through me earlier. Afterwards, I was so relaxed, it didn’t take me much time to fall asleep in Anders’s arms again. Leaving the poor man hanging.

“That's just rude, Eva,” I mutter to myself as I stand and fold the blanket. “He deserved to have some fun too.”

The sound of movement on the porch draws my eyes up and the door swings open on a grunt. Anders’s standing there, a load of cut logs in his arms, and the light falling across his face. He flinches when he sees me, then his shoulders go rigid and straight, like he’s bracing himself for an impact.

It’s a stance I recognize all too well. I’ve seen it in my mirror every time I have to look at myself.

“Good morning,” I say with a smile, crossing the empty space between us. “Let me take some of those.”

He doesn’t stop me as I scoop a couple of logs off the top and carry them over to the fireplace. I can feel his gaze on my back, but rather than threatening, it feels almost surprised, like I didn’t react the way he expected.

“I don’t know much about fire,” I say, setting the wood down. “Maybe you can teach me?”

I hear his steps on the wood floor, feel the chill drop as he shuts the door behind him. Then he’s beside me, his simple presence filling up the small space.

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