Page 48 of Trapped with the Covert Ops Soldier

He’d been there for her in Syria and showed up when things didn’t seem to be going in a healthy direction, but he couldn’t stay. Soon, he would leave.

Fear rose to damn near choke her.

Fuck that. She hadn’t been through hell and come out the other side to allow a little thing like fear hamstring her.

She stretched up on her tiptoes and kissed him.

He groaned and immediately took over, his lips devouring hers, his hands pulling her in until she was plastered to him hip to neck. One arm held her in place while his other hand spread out over her butt to pull her closer there too.

She rubbed up against him and he groaned again. Her hands kneaded his chest, then one went questing until it sunk itself in his hair, the other teasing his flat male nipples.

“Keep doing that,” he said, nipping at her bottom lip. “And we won’t even get to use that damn bed upstairs.”

“So, let’s just use the stairs.”

“Fuck, that’s hot.”

She took in his dilated pupils and grinned. “Yeah.”

He jerked like she zapped him with a tazer then dragged her toward the stairs. He stopped, looked at them, then looked at her. “Nope, that doesn’t look comfortable.” He continued to drag her up the stairs to the bed.

Before they reached it, he turned and enveloped her in his arms, kissing her like she was the only thing important in his world, the only thing he cared about.

It turned her inside out.

She didn’t know how long they had, but she was going to give him all she could. He was the only man who’d earned her trust, the only man whose touch she could accept, and she wanted as much of him as she could get before he left her.

One of her hands moved from his shoulders down to his erection, tracing the impressive length through his jeans. He groaned into her mouth and ground his hips into her hand.

She pulled her mouth from his and whispered in his ear, “I want this. I want to taste you and feel you shudder as you give me everything you’ve got.”

“Abby,” he moaned. Then he was falling with her onto the bed. There were no blankets, only a couple of sleeping bags left by whoever had used the cabin last. He pinned her to the bed, both hands chained by one of his next to her head. He kissed her until she was sure she’d need scuba gear, then moved down to her neck.

“How can I taste anything like this?”

He paused. “As fun as that sounds I think I need more than a quickie.”

“I promise to make it last.”

“Tempting...but no. I’m enjoying myself far too much.” He nibbled his way to the edge of her t-shirt. “This is in my way again.” He levered himself off her, pulled her into a sitting position and stripped her shirt and bra off.

“Mercy,” he whispered, staring at her breasts.

She leaned back on her elbows and glanced down at herself. “You really don’t think they’re too big?”

“There’s no such thing as too big.” He took them in his hands, then brought them together so he could lick and suck both nipples alternately.

Abby let her head fall back as the pleasure zinged from her breasts to deep in the pit of her belly. “Harder.”

He gave her the edge of his teeth. Not a bite, but close enough to ratchet up her sensitivity, winding a spring she desperately wanted to release.

“Stop teasing me. I need you.”

“What do you need?”

“You, inside me. Now.”

“That is an order I can get behind.” He slid off the bed and stripped out of his clothes.

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