She rocked back to search his face. “Don’t hold back on me,” she rasped.
Fuck.
He didn’t. He couldn’t.
He yanked her in again and claimed her mouth. The soft plumpness towed him under and he didn’t care if he drowned tonight because tomorrow, the roads could clear and she’d be gone from base.
He’d never see her again. Which made tonight—rightnow—his only mission.
She fit her body against his, instinct taking over and showing her how to move with him. Their kiss went from hot to volcanic pressure, and he felt it in every quivering inch of her body.
When she raked her short nails over his shoulders, he found her waist and stroked along her slight curves, her body tight and strong.
If he had his way, in about ten seconds she was going to be wrapped around him.
Moaning on another deep pass of his tongue, she slid her hand down his chest, careful to avoid the places she’d bandaged earlier, to the ridges of his stomach. When she cupped her hot fingers over the bulge in his black performance pants, he broke the kiss to stare down at her through hooded eyes.
“Careful. You don’t know what you’re asking for.”
“Oh yes, I fucking do.”
He groaned, and she surged on tiptoe and crushed her lips to his. The kiss turned carnal, his hands memorizing her curves and hers tracing every muscle of his shoulders and back.
When she rocked her hips into his, his cock swelled to the bursting point. Christ, he hadn’t had a woman in so long he’d forgotten what it felt like. And he hadn’t had one as eager as Jolie in a hell of a lot longer.
She ground against him, pulling a soft moan from her and a throaty growl from him. He mapped out the arch of her spine and the dip of her lower back, down to the curve of her ass.
Her breath hitched.
“I’ve been trying not to think about this all day. I didn’t plan to touch you. Not like this.” He pressed tender kisses along her jaw, all the way to her ear and back to her lips again. “But you keep looking at me like that.” He dragged his mouth along her jaw, slower now.
She tightened her fingers in his hair, pulling his mouth back to hers.
That was all the permission he needed.
He ravished her mouth, claiming her little cries for his own. Then he slipped his hand under the hem of her sweater. He let one fingertip sweep over the bare flesh of her side, giving her time to stop him.
She arched into him instead.
He clenched his jaw, fighting to go slow. “Tell me to stop. Say it, and I will.”
She shook her head, hair swishing over his knuckles. “Don’t. Don’t stop, Archer. It’s been a long time for me and I’ve never wanted anyone like this.”
Her words shouldn’t make his chest swell that way, but damn if he could prevent it. He spread his hand over her spine, finding out just how silky her skin was, and took her mouth again, slow and heavy and drugging.
As he backed her up a step toward the bed, white-hot desire fogged his mind. He shook it off, needing a clear head in case she wanted to stop. But she threw herself into kissing him with all the pent-up need she claimed.
One more step and her legs hit the bed. Breaking the kiss, he gazed down at her beautiful face, her lips swollen and her eyes glowing with want.
“Archer,” she whispered.
He did what he’d been aching to do all day and eased her sweater up and off. Her soft hair swayed around her shoulders and her skin pebbled from cold or sensation, he didn’t know.
Edging his fingers under her bra straps, he slipped them down the lines of fabric, all the way to the tiny flowers where the straps met the cups.
“Please.” She dashed her tongue over her lips in that mind-bending gesture that ripped at his control.
In one swift motion, he yanked the bra straps off her shoulders. He pinched the clasp and the cloth fell off. Her eyes flared wide enough to show him the spark in their brown depths. Then he was cupping her breasts, swiping his thumbs across the stiff peaks until she dropped her head back and moaned.
