Page 8 of Stripped Bare

“Bathroom is right across the hall,” Stace offered.

“Shower sounds really good right now.”Griff tugged at his shirt and shook his head.“I smell like a bar.Catch you both in the morning.”

“Night,” Shep said.

Griff slapped Shep on the shoulder as he passed and sent a wink toward Stace.“I’ve got my earbuds with me, so if you need me for some reason, you’ll have to come get me.I won’t be able to hear a thing.”

Shep grinned.Stace laughed.Griff just whistled and headed out the door and down the hallway.

Shep turned to face the counter, and Stace inched forward until their hips met at just the right point.He rocked his hard cock against the denim-covered vee of her thighs.She moaned and rotated her hips up and into him.

“I could really use a distraction right now,” she shared.

“I can be a great distraction,” Shep agreed.

“Promises, promises,” she murmured, wrapping her legs up around his waist and pressing hard into him.“Why don’t I be the judge of how great you are?”

“Hell, yes,” Shep agreed, hauling her close and taking her mouth in a deep, hard kiss of possession.

“Why don’t we move upstairs?”she whispered into his ear as soon as they’d caught their breaths.He scooped her up off the counter, cradling her weight with his arms as he turned and headed toward the stairs.

“Your room or mine?”he asked.

“King-size bed with connecting door to the bathroom and the box of condoms,” Stace murmured as she licked a path up his neck to his ear.“I’d say my room.”

Shep groaned as her teeth found his earlobe and she nibbled.He had no idea how they’d make it upstairs to her room without him losing control and taking her against a wall.But he was determined not to mess this up.He wanted more than one night with her, and that made this first time even more important.

Chapter Four

Shep stepped into her room and, using one hand, eased the door shut behind them before leaning against it.Stace wiggled, and he guided her as she slid her legs from around his waist and down to the floor.She leaned in to him and, with a moan, moved her lips over his.He cupped the back of her head and plunged his tongue into her mouth, rubbing and thrusting against hers in a delicious imitation of where all the foreplay led.

She stepped back from him, and before he could say or do anything, she moved through a connecting door.He heard a cabinet open and close, then she was back with the box of condoms she’d mentioned earlier.She placed them on the bedside table, dumping out a few for easy reach before turning back to him.

“You’ll still have to work for it,” she warned with a grin as she reached for the hem of her shirt.“I like a lot of foreplay.”

“I think I can manage that.”Shep watched as her shirt slipped higher, revealing her taut abs and a pair of perfect breasts wrapped up nicely in black lace.He couldn’t wait to get them in his hands, feel the tight buds of her nipples against his tongue.

“But just so you don’t feel slighted,” she added as she dropped the shirt to the floor at her feet.“I like to give foreplay just as much as I like to receive it.”

His cock jerked behind his zipper at the thought of the wet heat of her mouth taking him in, sucking and licking him.Hell, this verbal foreplay was better than any sex he’d had lately.

“I like that quality in a woman,” he said, watching as she moved her hand to the snap of her jeans and released it.She tugged down the zipper and did a little shimmy as the denim fell to pool at her feet.Her panties matched the black lace of her bra, and he swallowed hard.

“My one great love,” Stace said, running her hands over her breasts and then down over her belly to trace the top edge of her panties.“Feminine lingerie sets.I like the way they feel against my skin no matter what image I present.I like the way I feel in them.”

“I like what you like.Similarities already.”

“You seem to be a little overdressed,” Stace said, strutting toward him.

It took all he had to keep his hands steady and at his side as she grabbed his shirt and lifted it.He held up his arms and helped her pull it over his head before tossing it to the floor to join hers.She leaned back and licked her lips as she ran her hands over his chest and shoulders, her fingers tracing the scars his body bore from the years of soldiering.She wasn’t awed by them, wasn’t repulsed by them, just accepted them as a part of him and moved on.

Her fingers brushed over the bulge of his cock before releasing the snap and zipper on his jeans.He pushed them down taking his boxer briefs with them.He toed off his shoes and let everything fall in a pile to be stepped out of.She dropped to her knees before him and licked her lips again as his cock bobbed and waved in front of her.She surprised him by moving her hands down to his feet instead, and he lifted them one at a time so she could pull his socks off.

Finished, she sat back on her heels in front of him and let her gaze wander over him from head to toe before connecting with his eyes again.“I just have one question for you.”

“What’s that?”

“How quick is your recovery time?”she asked with a wicked grin.

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