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He raises a curious brow. “What did come up?”
“Nothing important.”
I kick off my boots and fall back down onto my pillow.
Thankfully, Fox doesn’t push it, but I can feel his sly eyes studying me with amusement. I ignore it. I’ve completely lost the ability to focus on anything other than the phantom kiss tugging on my mouth and the deep throbbing taking hold everywhere else.
Oh, this is bad. So very bad.
I can’t let this happen. I have to take back control. It was a one-time thing. A fluke. Just one kiss. That’s all it was. Just one perfect, mind-blowing kiss.
Nope. Don’t even think about it.
I, Caleb Fawn, do solemnly swear not to sleep with Boxcar.
Not today. Not tomorrow.
Not ever.
Chapter 10
Caleb
Now
Boxcar.
He kisses me and it all comes crashing down like a damn tidal wave. His tongue touches mine and lightning strikes down to my toes. I lean closer to him, feeling the soft touch of his fingers gliding across my lower back beneath my shirt.
I moan, the sound caressing my throat. Boxcar hears it and tunes into our own special frequency. His hands inch along the sensitive skin of my spine, tickling me the way only he knows how.
I reach for his belt.
Boxcar groans as his zipper falls. I touch the thin skin of his calm shaft. It twitches against my fingers, surging with fresh blood, growing hard in my palm. I’ve forgotten how thick he was. My core throbs with warmth, begging to recall what he feels like inside.
I push his briefs down and his manhood stands firm between us, throbbing for me in my hand with each gentle stroke I give him. His lips never leave mine as his fingers slip beneath the elastic of my slacks to cup my rear. I quiver against his warm, squeezing hands. He pushes my slacks down to my ankles, along with my moist panties, and stands back up to push me hard against the counter. I hop up onto it and spread my knees, wrapping my legs around his waist as he steps into position between them.
“Box…” I whisper against his lips.
He pauses, staring into my eyes through the thick rims of his glasses. I take the glasses off his head and drop them on the counter behind me to get a better look at him. He’s barely aged a day since the last time I saw him. I wonder if he can say the same about me. Stress has beaten me up plenty but if it’s done the same for him, he’s not showing it. He’s still youthful and playful as he ever was with his adorable green eyes and thick, brown hair.
He caresses my face, sliding his thumb across my cheek as he holds my stare. His eyes sparkle with desire for me, the same desire I saw in his eyes in Afghanistan.
I reach for his hips and pull him closer, drawing a heavy breath from the bottom of his lungs as his cock presses even harder against my slit. He trembles as I take hold of it and guide the tip to rest on my entrance.
Boxcar’s lips curl and he steals another firm kiss. He sheaths himself inside of me, pulled in by my guiding fingers. We both pause and lean against each other with closed eyes as that old, familiar ache reignites the air between us. He looks at me with laughter in his throat, torn between the instinct to come and the desire to make this last.
If only I had that choice. I feel my climax already, lingering on the edges of me, just begging to break down my walls. His thickness dominates me with a subtle pain. My feet hang by his sides, twitching with warmth as pleasure radiates my toes. Boxcar rocks us both and I can do nothing to fight the forgotten passion overwhelming us both. He drops his lips to my neck. I feel the edge of his teeth digging into my skin and the soft caress of his tongue tasting me.
“Don’t stop…” I moan.
Boxcar grips my waist to guide his hard, purposeful thrusts. After all this time, he still knows how to hold me and exactly where to touch me to control the fire inside of me. What Boxcar lacks in life, he more than makes up for in his bed. He’s the type of lover who studies his woman and takes his time on her, never once batting an impatient eye as she enjoys herself beneath him.
Some things never change.
He takes me into his arms to slide me off the counter. I wrap my legs tighter around his waist, refusing to let him slide out of me for even a second as he carries me across the room and lowers us both down onto my bed.
He pins me against the mattress, reminding me that I’m his woman and no one else’s. He fucks me like a man should fuck his wife.
