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He gazed around. Blood was everywhere. His buddy lay motionless beneath him. Dear God, not Brandon. The man was dead.
Then he heard her voice softly singing softly to him, calling him to come home. “Tanner, Tanner, we’re in the kitchen. You’re not in Iraq any longer. Come back to me. Your home.”
He shook his head and slowly the battlefield disappeared. He realized he was lying on the floor under a table. Emily was on him, holding down his arms, gazing into his eyes with the sweetest expression.
And then he felt her. Her breasts were crushed into his chest, her mound was snug against his rock-hard cock.
That had never happened in battle before.
Dumbfounded, he gazed up at her and knew she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever experienced in his life. She had brought him out of the battle. Something no one else had been able to do.
Her hands relaxed on his arms and he grabbed her face, bringing her lips down to his. He had to taste her, he had to have her. He couldn’t wait another minute.
Desperation had him clinging to her. Greedily, his lips covered hers with an insistence that clawed at him. She saved him. The very moment, he’d been dreading was thrust upon him when she saw his PTSD up close and personal.
And she called to him in battle and carried him home.
Now because of how she’d soothed him, he had to have her. He was filled with an urgency that surged through his blood, thundering in his ears, reverberating through his mind. This woman who tempted him, tantalized him, and soothed him, he wanted.
He had to have her now.
Right in this room with the flour rising and falling, he couldn’t wait.
His mouth plundered hers as he melded her sweet body to his. His hands were everywhere as his need exploded through him in a gripping sensation. He needed her in a blinding way. He needed her to chase the demons from his consciousness and clear the voices from his mind. He needed her to rescue him from the battlefields in his head.
Her mouth opened up like a flower, and his tongue caressed the inside of her lip, then swept her mouth, insistent and urgent. She wrapped her arms around his neck and clung to him, pressing her sweet body against him, seeking what he was more than happy to supply.
No, it wasn’t the best place to have sex, but this was a desire that had to be fulfilled right here and right now.
Shifting her clothing, he pulled her pants down and she grabbed his belt undoing the buckle and finding the zipper. When she pulled it down, his cock sprang out and she wrapped her loving hands around his organ.
“Oh God,” he cried, knowing he wouldn’t last long not like this.
His hand skimmed down the front of her chef coat, cupping her breast, kneading the soft mound while he ached to wrap his lips around her sweet nipple.
She tasted of erotic dreams and lazy mornings, and everything he tried to withhold from himself. But not today. Not when his need was this crucial. Now when he couldn’t wait.
She pulled his mouth back to her lips, collecting his attention once again, while kissing him hungrily.
At any moment, someone could walk into the kitchen and find them having sex in the flour under the table, but he didn’t care. Right now all he could think about was being inside Emily. Of her carrying him over the next ridge until they were both satisfied.
He opened her chef coat wider and unhooked her bra. A moan escaped her throat as his mouth caressed her sweet breast.
“Uh-uh. Lose your pants," she indicated with a wave of her hand.
“With pleasure,” he gasped as he raised just enough to slide his pants down to his ankles, where they would have to stay. Because he wasn’t moving until they were both satisfied. He feared she would come to her senses and it would all come to a crashing end.
And he needed her too much to risk that happening.
He glanced into her gaze; the fire in her eyes scorched him, and he clenched his fists needing to be inside her now.
Gently, he cupped the center of her core while his lips nibbled on her earlobe. His fingers brushed her satiny folds, tempting and teasing while his lips brushed her neck, trailing down her creamy shoulders, sampling her sweet flesh. Her lashes fluttered and he could feel her pulse beneath his lips pounding rhythmically.
Her lips were too tempting as he covered them once again. He didn't want to talk right now. He only wanted to feel, to experience this woman.
The floor was hard, but he lifted her over him, placing his penis at the juncture of her thighs.
“Fuck me,” he groaned.
