Page 27 of Collateral Damage

Chapter Eleven – Jess

“Morning, angel.”

The kiss on my cheek comes moments before Chris moves over me. His erection presses against my thigh, and his lips find mine. My morning breath is a brief concern until his tongue plunges into my mouth, and the way he kisses me leaves no doubt that it’s the furthest thing from his mind. I probably should have my eyes closed because, let’s face it, it’s kinda creepy staring at someone while they kiss you, but I love these moments. The ones where Chris is lost in me. His sole focus on being with me. Of kissing me and touching me and immersing himself in me.

Chris’s biceps bunch as he deepens our kiss, and I trace them with my fingers. His eyes open, and the brown irises stare back at me. His mouth tugs at the corner. “You staring at me again?”

“Mmm hm. I love watching you love on me.”

“That so, huh? Is this what you love?” He shifts, and his cock presses against my heat.

The T-shirt I’m wearing is bunched around my waist, giving him access to where I need him the most. Inside me.

“Maybe?” I tilt my head and smile. No sense in inflating his ego.

“Maybe?” He grins and pushes into me a little more. “How about now?”

A sigh rushes from my lips, and I tilt my hips, trying to take more of him inside me. “Not quite.”

His lips press against my neck, and goosebumps erupt over my skin. You’d think by now, I’d be used to my body’s reactions to Chris’s lovemaking, but I doubt I ever really will. In the time we’ve been together, I know we fit like a glove. Chris is the calm to my storm. The rock to my crashing waves. He stands steadfast while I’m volatile. And best of all, he doesn’t feed into my bullshit.

“No?”

God, that smirk.

“I want you. All of you.”

“You have me. You’ll always have me.”

My heart dips just a tiny bit as I realize that’s not true, but then Chris slides inside me, and I gasp. He feels so good, stretching me. He takes a moment to allow my body to accommodate him before he starts moving. As always, our eyes lock on each other and we get lost. I raise my head for another kiss, and Chris’s lips touch mine. He rolls to the side, our lips still pressing together, and places me on top of him. He’s deeper this way. I’m fuller, and I moan out his name while I begin to rock back and forth. His hands splay on my hips, and he doesn’t take his eyes off mine.

I get lost in this moment. The one where we’re encased in our bubble. When nothing else can penetrate our tiny world. Not his past, not his job, not my doubts about why he doesn’t share all of himself with me. I allow the peace to envelop me for this moment in time. Allow my body to take over and the sensations to overwhelm me.

Chris’s loud groan does something to me I can’t explain, but I love. Heat creeps up my body as I feel myself clench around his cock. One hand digs into my hips while the fingers of his other hand rub furiously at my clit. I feel the pull, the pulsing clench, and the heat all at once. I know this is going to be intense, and I bounce up and down on his cock.

“Fuuck, Jess.” His words rip free from him. A plea, a sigh, a prayer, and I come, the sensation pulling me under. Chris takes over, his hips pumping into me while I try to keep upright. I see him tense, watch his mouth fall open, and his eyes scrunch closed. I love this part. When he becomes completely undone. When being inside me is what makes him look this way. When spilling into me fills him with rapture. I love how Chris loves me.

His eyes open and he sits up. Where he gets the strength from, I don’t know, cause right now, I’m a bucket of limp noodles. It must be all his intense training. His skin against mine is sweaty, and when his lips touch mine, I taste the saltiness. “I love you, Jess.”

I smile and press my lips to his again. “I love you too.”

It never ceases to amaze me that this giant of a guy can be so utterly gentle. When we’re together, I notice the looks people give him. I completely understand why. He’s a big guy and incredibly intimidating. It makes me chuckle inside that in private, he’s a giant marshmallow. And the thing I love most is that every single time we make love, Chris tells me he loves me afterward. It cements our connection. It tethers us. It makes me feel like no matter what the day brings, we’ll be okay.

I’m cocooned in our feather duvet while Chris is in the kitchen making breakfast. He says I’m going to need it, and it reminds me of our drunken bet last night. Damn me and my loose tongue. I’m not gonna lie; I feel like I should be skating on the edge of death with the number of shots I consumed, but somehow I don’t feel bad at all. Thank goodness, because we have the boot camp in a couple of hours.

“Eggs benedict, m’lady,” Chris announces with a flourish as he brings in the tray with my breakfast, a pot of green tea, and a single lilac rose propped in an empty beer bottle.

I smile. “Can you believe I got off scot-free? No hangover.”

Chris smirks. “Wait till you start moving.”

“If you recall, I did quite a bit of moving a little while ago.”

“Angel, you don’t know what moving is yet. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“Are you a chauvinist, Mr. Davis?”

He snorts. “I get my ass kicked daily by female marines. All I’m saying is this isn’t going to be easy.”

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