Page 57 of Legacy's Call

She glanced over her shoulder and sighed. “That is unfortunate.” She turned back to him. “Maybe we could shower later.”

“Are you sure? We’re both covered in dust.” He started walking her toward the bed.

“What’s a little dust going to hurt?” She sighed when he lowered to her lips, and that fucking sexy sigh broke any thought about being a gentleman. Showers be damned.

He took her kiss and then consumed her. His hands traveled up her back to her face, and he cupped her head, turning her a bit so he could taste her. The cataclysmic explosion of chemistry between them ignited faster than the shoulder-fired missiles that morning. The feel of her tight body against him, her taste and smell as he moved his hand around the back of her head, pulsed through his body. Every cell cried out for more. More of Fleur. He found the bottom of her t-shirt and lifted it. She raised her hands over her head, and he broke the kiss long enough to tug the cotton off. Lacecovered her breasts. He kissed his way down her neck, cupping her full breasts in his hands, rolling her erect nipples with his fingers. She shivered and grabbed his shoulders, pulling him down—as if he was going anywhere else.

Her hands pulled at his uniform shirt. He didn’t bother to unbutton the fucker. Breaking away from her, he pulled it off, yanking the rolled sleeves off from where they were tight against his biceps. “All of it,” she said as she grabbed his belt buckle and pushed his t-shirt up. He grabbed her hands and lifted them over her head. “Slower, I want to experience all of you first.”

“Slower later.” She leaned forward, her lace-covered breasts pressed against his chest. “I’ve waited. We’ve waited. Slow is for later.” She licked his neck and then sucked the skin into her mouth. Holy fuck. His cock was on board with her words.

He let her hands go, and she grabbed his belt, opening it and then unfastening the buttons of his uniform pants. Her hand grabbed his cock, and the fucker jumped, the sensation damn near the perfect storm. But he wasn’t going to come. Not until he was in her. She pushed down his pants and dropped to her knees. “Oh, fuck.” He slammed his eyes shut and then opened them just as quickly. He wanted tosee her suck him, and damn, the visual of her lips sliding off his cock was the sexiest thing he’d seen in ages. She swirled her tongue around his cockhead and then looked up. A smile spread across her lips before she fucking deepthroated him. His hips moved forward before he caught himself, and she gagged but didn’t back off. She grabbed the back of his thighs and invited him to fuck her throat. He held her head as he moved his hips in and out of her mouth, giving her a chance to breathe, but she moved forward, pushing his cock into her throat. He dropped his head back and thrust, once, twice, God, three times before he withdrew and let her breathe. Fuck, he’d died and gone to heaven. She grabbed his cock with her hand and worked it as she sucked and licked. He had to stop her, or he’d cum down her throat. “Babe, you have to stop.” He moved away from her, but she groaned and followed him. “Cum in my mouth.” She looked up at him. “Let me suck you when you lose it. I want it.” She sucked his cock back into her mouth and then scraped the bottom of his cock with her teeth. Not enough to hurt, but enough to send him into a blowjob coma.

Fucking hell.

She was beyond fantastic. The perfect combination of spit, teeth, suction, and throat to drive himfucking insane. He was so close. Her fingers trailed over his balls and then grabbed them. She sucked him to the back of her throat and pulled gently on his balls. Explosions of red and white burst behind his closed eyes as the pool of cum in his balls ripped through his cock, and he exploded. He heard her gag and tried to pull out of her mouth, but she held his thighs tight. Wave after wave of him shot down her throat. She finally let him go, and he pulled back and widened his stance so he didn’t fucking face-plant. All the blood in his body was at the wrong part of his body, and yeah, he was dizzy. He grabbed her shoulders, bending a bit as he opened his eyes.

Jesus, the sight in front of him. Fleur’s mouth was swollen and red. A dribble of cum trailed down her chin. He managed to drop to his knees and kiss her. He swept the inside of her mouth with his tongue, tasting himself against her delicate flavor. She surrendered to his kiss, and son of a bitch, after such an aggressive blowjob, her submission was hotter than hell. He broke the kiss and stared down at her. “That was the hottest thing anyone has ever done to me.”

She smiled and licked her lips, and his eyes were transfixed on that talented tongue.

“Minx,” he growled as she bit her bottom lip, rolling it before her tongue peeked out again.

She laughed. “Shower time.”

“No way in hell.” He would make her scream his name. Everyone in camp would know she was his and his alone. Claiming her was his goal, not a fucking shower. He wanted inside her, and he wanted her to lose her mind. Being the best she’d ever had was the number one thing on his mind because, fuck him six ways to Sunday, she’d given him the best head he’d ever had. He lowered for a kiss, but she touched his lips with her fingertips. “Consider the logistics.”

What?“Logistics?” He frowned. “What are you talking about?”

She leaned to the side and looked at his feet. “We’re wearing combat boots.” She laughed. “We shower, and then I want you to fuck me until I’m boneless. Then, when we recover, I want to ride your massive cock. It choked me so good.”

“Jesus, your mouth.” He dropped for another kiss. He’d never had a woman tell him what she wanted. It was a massive turn-on. She pulled away. “Showers, then we don’t leave that bed until zero five hundred hours.”

“Save my sanity and shower fast.” He let her go,watched her grab her small bag, and go into the bathroom.

As she shut the door, a thought crossed his mind. One he didn’t want to swat away because it was the absolute truth.

She’s the one.

CHAPTER 15

Fleur luxuriated in the hot shower but didn’t linger. Washing her hair and body, she smiled at the memory of what they’d just done. She knew she was adventurous when it came to sex. She liked to say things. Her last boyfriend had hated it. He hadn’t wanted to know what she’d wanted, what she’d needed. They’d been completely incompatible in bed, and the relationship had lasted a couple of months longer than it should have. But it was who she was, and she wanted to let Ronan see the real her. He had, and from his response, he loved it as much as she did.

She turned off the shower and toweled off before opening her bag. She didn’t have any sexy lingerie, but she did have a pair of boy-short panties and atight tank top. It was as sexy as she could get in a war zone. She combed out her hair, which took almost as long as the shower, then grabbed the hair dryer and her bag before walking out into the private hut.

Ronan stood from where he’d been sitting, wearing nothing but boxer briefs. She let her eyes roam over his body. He was muscled, and his wide shoulders narrowed to a flat stomach. His chest hair traveled past the waistband of his navy-blue briefs. That perfect cock was semi-erect. Leaning against the doorjamb, she sighed. “What did I do to deserve someone as sexy as you?”

A rakish smile spread across his face, and he prowled across the floor.Yes, he prowled. It wasn’t a walk. It was that cock-sure male advancement that told her that if she weren’t his, he’d make her his with one kiss. She smiled at the thought. He’d already done that, hadn’t he?

He cupped her neck and stared down at her. “You are so fucking sexy.” He dropped and almost kissed her. “Shower time,” he said and moved past her, giving her a gentle push so he could shut the bathroom door. His laughter in the bathroom echoed hers. God, it was so nice to have fun, to be herself,and not to worry for others, even if it was just for an evening.

She plugged in the hair dryer and let the hot air dry her hair. It was so thick that it wouldn’t be dry by the time Ronan was finished in the shower, but the familiar act was soothing and a bit of home she’d missed. She closed her eyes and, as she dried her hair, considered what she would do when she returned to the States. She would love to see Ronan, but that seemed improbable, and she needed to stop thinking that way. This was a limited run, which hurt a bit because, if she let herself, she could easily fall for the man. He was interesting. His humor matched hers. But he was destined for bigger things than she was. He was part of an international business that he would one day manage. She was a nobody project manager who’d been reprimanded for putting people in danger. That was going to look good on her résumé, wasn’t it? She smiled and laughed quietly. If she didn’t laugh at her mistakes, she’d end up crying. She’d made so many wrong turns in this job, but she cared about the people who passed through the gates.

The light of the bathroom door opening caught her attention, and as he walked out completelynaked, she lowered the hair dryer and turned it off. “Damn.” She smiled. “Time for sex.”

He laughed as he walked over to the bed and took her brush and the hair dryer and put them on the nightstand. He loomed over her, and she fell backward onto the pillows. Then he crawled over the top of her. “This goes.” He tugged on her tank top. She wiggled until she was able to get out of it, and his eyes traveled her body. She was thinner than she used to be, but she knew she had an okay body, and she wasn’t shy. His fingers trailed from her shoulder, over her breast, down her stomach, to her panties. Snapping the elastic, he looked back up at her. “If you want these to survive, take them off.”

She lifted an eyebrow in challenge. “No.”

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