Page 9 of Relentless Surrender

Conner cupped her jaw with both hands and tilted her head back, staring into her large brown eyes. They sparkled with sexual awareness tinged with fear. Before this night was thru, he would see them sated and dazed.

Sage tried to lower her head, unwilling to acknowledge the intensity of his emotions or how they matched her own. He opened the truck door and pushed her inside, with a warning look to stay. Sage refused to admit how disappointed she was he didn’t kiss her just then.

Conner slid into the driver’s seat and the truck roared to life.

After several minutes of silence, Sage cleared her throat. “I live on Connecticut,” she said in a low tone.

Conner didn’t say a word.

They drove on in silence.

After a few minutes, it became clear to Sage they were going the wrong way. It occurred to her he may not be very familiar with D.C. “Conner, you are going the wrong way. I live on Connecticut. If you just turn down Massachusetts we can get there.”

After a long pause, Conner responded without so much as glancing her way. “I’m on P Street.”

It took a moment for his meaning to sink in. Mustering up her courage, Sage tried to keep her voice as calm and firm as possible when she said, “Conner, I’m not going home with you.”

Without taking his eyes off the road, Conner reached his right hand over and forced it between her legs. Her short dress skirt gave him easy access. Sage grabbed hold of his wrist to try to hold him back but to no avail. He pushed the thin material of her thong aside and quickly found her slick heat. Thrusting his long index and middle finger into her tight passage as his thumb brushed across her clit, Sage instinctively pushed her hips upwards and cried out, helpless.

Conner ruthlessly pulled his fingers free, taking his eyes off the road for a moment, he captured her gaze as he slowly placed his fingers in his mouth, tasting her. “You’re coming home with me, Sage. That’s final.”

Neither said a word for the remainder of the ride.

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Conner pulled up to the apartment complex. Getting out of the truck, he swung around and opened Sage’s door.

She didn’t move.

“Get out of the car, Sage.”

“I think we should talk about this.”

“No.”

“You really like that word.”

“Get out of the car, Sage.”

“Aren’t you supposed to buy me dinner or something?” she tried desperately.

“I will buy you all the damn dinners you want. After. Now get out of the car.”

“Conner, I…”

She didn’t finish her sentence. Conner swooped in. Placing his hand under her knees and behind her back he pulled her out of the car, “Watch your head.” He slammed the car door with his foot and carried her into the apartment complex.

Placing her on her feet, he unlocked the door. Grabbing her by the upper arm as if he was still afraid she was a runner…which she was…he ushered her in to the darkened apartment.

Sage tried to lighten the sexually strained atmosphere by striving for some normalcy. “You have a lovely place.” She wasn’t sure if that was actually true. He hadn’t turned the lights on. Plus, from what she could see from the street lights streaming through the windows, there wasn’t much by way of furniture, no artwork and not a single knick-knack.

“It’s not mine.” His voice floated from somewhere in the darkness. Then silence.

Then the unmistakable sound of a belt buckle.

Sage cleared her throat. She slowly turned to see Conner taking off the belt from around his midnight blue uniform coat. She watched fascinated as one by one he released the large brass buttons. Unwittingly, she held her breath as he rolled the coat off his shoulders. Sage was actually disappointed when the bright white of a t-shirt was exposed instead of the warm, tan skin of his chest. Her disappointment was short-lived. Without taking his eyes off her, he whipped the shirt over his head. Kicking off his shiny, black dress shoes and socks he was left only in his sky-blue trousers.

Sage swallowed, trying to moisten her suddenly dry mouth. “I see that your…your coat is all midnight blue with no red trim so that means you are not enlisted and…and an officer, am I right?” Good lord, she was babbling!

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