Page 128 of Duty and Desire
Vaguely, I heard the front door close.
I forced myself to speak.
“They got him?”
“They got him.”
We stared at each other.
We stared at each other longer.
Then in a sudden burst of movement, I raced toward him.
I also raced right by him so I could sprint up the stairs.
All those nights with Mo on my couch wishing he was somewhere else, this was happening in my bed.
I heard the thunderous falls of Mo’s boots hitting the steps behind me and I knew by their tempo that he was skipping some.
And my panties got wetter.
I ran into my room, twirled to face the door, the voluminous folds of my smock nightie flying out, exposing panty I was sure, and I saw Mo enter the room.
He stopped advancing but not moving. However, he moved only to take his gun with holster off his belt and toss it to the foot of the bed.
I started panting.
We stared at each other again.
My body felt so hot, I was certain I was about to burst into flame.
He put his fingers to his light gray compression shirt, pulled it up and it was gone, exposing the enormous wall of his chest, his bulbous pecs, the wide sweep of his shoulders, his bulging biceps, his demarcated abs and the thick, dark trail of hair that circled his navel and disappeared into the waistband of his black cargos.
Oh God.
I was gonna pass out.
“Mo,” I whispered.
At that, he moved.
In two great steps, he was on me.
He hooked me with one arm at my waist and I was up, literally flying through the air to land with a couple of bounces on my back in my bed.
Oh God.
I was gonna come.
I got up on both elbows and saw him standing at the foot of the bed, his upper body rising and falling in a huge, smooth, but fast and deep rhythm.
He was getting control.
I needed to get control.
The problem was, certain areas of my body were begging me to get up on my feet, use the mattress as a springboard and land on him.
He bent at the waist, all the way, so all I had was a view of his back which might have been good except he was clearly taking off his boots and that meant he was using his hands which meant the muscles in his back and shoulders were moving.
