Page 34 of I Promise You
He makes me feel alive even though I feel wilted on the inside.
He catches my gaze, deciphering my need for him, and then stands, walking toward my bathroom door.
I’m left devastated, as the rejections hits me harder than it should.
I don’t want him away from me. He’s been so patient with me.
The sex is world-shattering. I think of the moment we gave into each other for the first time…it was relentless, complex, and rough. I saw the outcome of what we did to each other in his barracks room. He fucked me so hard that the headboard made cracks and dents into his wall.
I miss it.
“I’m going to take a quick shower. I’ll come back to bed when I’m done.” He sighs, tired. “I knew this was how it would be when I started to work again. It never stops.” He shakes his head once, scoffing. He stops at the doorway, shrugging his shoulders,and I can hear his upper back pop as he stretches his muscles and spine.
“What did you need to tell me? Why did they cancel your deployment? What did the Admiral want from you so suddenly?” I blurt out.
He turns to me, and he’s stuck in his thoughts. He purses his lips, and I know that I’ve asked him something that’s classified. I’m pushing him for more. I need to get inside his head. He’s hesitant, quiet, and rigid. But then he smiles when he looks me in the eyes. The way his lips slowly form into a stressed, crooked smirk makes my heart stop for a blip in time.
God, I swear his smile alone makes me flush throughout my bloodstream. Bliss simmers in my veins. It sends my eyes blinking fast and fluttering so quickly, struggling to stay attached to his blue eyes gazing at mine.
Then he walks over to me.
Is he going to give in?
He kneels, kissing my cheek, softly brushing my skin, and every fiber on my body jumps, electrocuted with heat. His beard prickles into mine and I bite the inside of my cheek, missing the way it feels between my thighs. I close my eyes tight as his lips linger for a second longer on my skin and then he pulls away, leaving me begging for more. The emotions sparked detrimentally from passion anchor down so fast to my stomach.
“Happy birthday, my little angel,” he tells me against my cheek, his voice vibrating through my ears, and I’m disoriented from the clash of his touch.
Of course, he knows it’s my birthday. I didn’t have to say a word.
“We can talk about the details of work another day. Today is your day,” he continues.
Maybe I can use this day to my advantage.
“It is my day,” I repeat.
He cups the left side of my face into his hand, and a low, deep groan releases from his throat. I open my eyes when I hear the familiar lustful sound, and I meet his darkened ones and I know this look too well. He wants me just as badly as I want him. Our faces are so close to touching, I can smell his intoxicating scent. His beautiful face is enveloped with face paint, and I am so attracted to it.
“The day we crossed paths was the day my world became worth living in.”
He brushes his finger across my bottom lip, and the need to trulyfeel himhaunts me harder.
Damn it, he can’t say these things and then not expect it to not go any further between us?
He walks back toward my bathroom door. He pulls off all his equipment from his uniform and then places it on the dresser individually. After his vest is off, he tucks his fingers underneath his shirt, throwing it over his head, undressing. His well-trained and defined back muscles are on display, and I’m blushing hard when I see his back tattoo. I rub my thighs together, hoping it helps.
“I have a surprise for the birthday girl when you leave work.”
My eyebrows raise.
“Oh God. The last time you told me that, I was in a helicopter, unstrapped.”
He smirks followed by a laugh.
I want him so badly, but he thinks I’m not ready, and he’s probably right.
He places his shirt in the hamper, and I look at my clock on the nightstand. It’s three in the morning, and I refuse to go back to sleep, knowing I might dream of the Grim Reaper.
“You haven’treallytouched me, Danny. You haven’t even kissed me since the attack.”
