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“Not a chance, soldier boy.” I climbed in as Christopher rolled onto his back. His arm widened across the width of the bed and I quickly scooted closer to him and tucked myself closer into his side. My breaths were heavy and labored as his arm encased around my waist as he lingered on the flimsy thin strap of my thong across my hip. “This is just what I needed to end the day,” I whispered.
“Me too. I’m glad you decided to stay and not leave me tonight,” Christopher sleepily admitted as I allowed my fingers to tease and touch his beautiful, muscular body.
I stroked my fingers across his upper chest, secretly loving that he was comfortable enough with my touch to let me do this.
“It made a perfect day become the best I’ve ever had,” he whispered as he pressed a soft kiss to my forehead.
“Mine too,” I breathed back. I stared up at him and noticed how relaxed Christopher’s body had become and how heavy his eyelids were. He was fighting sleep.
“Sleep. I’m here and I’m not going anywhere.” I gently slid my leg in between Christopher’s, rubbing his calf with the ball of my foot. I yawned at the comfort I found by being in his arms.
“Night, pretty girl,” Christopher whispered, kissing my mouth gently. The sudden urge to sleep took hold of us both.
“Night, soldier boy.”
CHAPTERTEN
CHRISTOPHER
Lying in bed the next morning, I watched her sleeping. The blanket had moved down to her waist and as I watched the sun’s rays dance over her skin, I was jealous of the UV rays. She looked like an angel as she slept there and it was a sight that I knew I wanted to see each and every morning.
I reached out and trailed my fingers up her side and watched her skin pebble at my side before she woke.
“That tickles,” she whispers. She reached down and grasped my hand, pulling me closer to her.
“I didn’t mean to wake you.” I moved closer to her and pressed my back against her front. I rested my chin on top of her head and wrapped my arm around her waist, squeezing her to me. “Your body is just too hard to resist.”
She giggled when I said that before she rocked her ass up against me.
“Don’t tease.” I leaned down and kissed her neck, inhaling her sweet vanilla scent as I did. “You smell so good.”
Last night I had decided to change into my gray joggers, instead of just stripping down to my underwear. My pretty girl had stripped down to the sexiest thing I had ever seen but I didn’t want her to think I expected anything. I was still committed to taking it slowly but waking up with her beautiful body pressed up against me was making it hard for me to remember that.
“Your skin is so soft,” I whispered. I trailed my hand up the outside of her leg. Goosebumps exploded where I caressed and I loved that she was so responsive to my touch.
She placed her hand over mine, stopping my actions. “That tickles.” She arched her neck, inviting me to feast on her neck but before I could, her next words and actions stopped me. “I know something else you can tickle.” Seconds later, she slowly moved our hands further up her leg, not stopping until she was guiding my fingers to between her legs.
Fuck me. This woman had fucked my head up. I had been with a few women but none of them made me as crazy as Isobel was starting to make me.
“You sure?” I whispered. She only nodded when I said that. “Freddie will have my balls if he hears you,” I joked.
“I can be quiet.” She gyrated her hips, rubbing her ass against me. “I think.” She giggled when she said that before she turned her head to the side, bringing her lips closer to mine. “You may need to help me be quiet, though.”
“I think I can manage that.” I moved my hand up and slipped my hand between her legs, rubbing her over her thong. “How wet are you?” I asked her. I dipped my head and began to leave open-mouthed kisses up her neck. I didn’t give her time to answer. I pushed her thong aside and slipped my fingers down to where she was soaking wet.
“For you,” she whispered. “I’m always wet for you.” She ground herself against my hand as I slid my finger through her folds. At the same time, she reached back and slid her fingers into the back of my hair. The action thrust her chest out as she rocked against my hand. “Kiss me,” she demanded.
I moved my face down to hers at the same time as she tilted hers up. I parted my lips and sucked her tongue into my mouth. At the same time, I thrust one finger into her pussy and swallowed her moan. On the next pass I added another finger and another until I had three inside of her.
Whenever I envisioned being with Isobel, I always imagined it would be soft, slow, gentle… I would make love to her body and show her how much of an angel she was. With my fingers inside of her and swallowing her moans as she tightened her grip at the back of my head, she thrust her tongue against mine and soft and slow had quickly been replaced with rough and passionate.
“I want you,” she gasped as she pulled her lips from mine.
“You have me.” I sped up the rhythm of my wrist, feeling her inner muscles squeezing my digits.
“No.” She moaned in the back of her throat again as I rubbed the heel of my palm against her clit. “I want you inside of me. Making love to me.”
“Not unless you want to attend my funeral with Freddie down the hall.”
