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My heart has never raced like this.
His lips might look stern and unyielding, especially when I’m a pain in his ass. But against mine, capturing my lips in a kiss, Gunther’s mouth is pure tenderness. Sinfully luscious.
His lips caress mine softly, slowly, with the maddening amount of restraint that is just so…him. He’s leaving me acres of space to get away if I change my mind. But I’m not going to change my mind. Not ever.
His mouth feels so warm and good against mine that I can’t control the noise that escapes my throat.
He responds with a groan, then cups my face and swipes his tongue against the seam of my lips.
I open my mouth for him, and together we deepen the kiss. His tongue teases my mouth at first, just a taste. But I want more. I spear my tongue into his mouth, locking our lips together, provoking a deeper groan from somewhere deep in his chest.
Gunther tightens his grip on my face, giving me a teaser of the passion buried deep inside. For all of his stoic exterior, he is fathoms deep. I shiver at his touch, thinking about what else that tight body can do to me.
Gunther tastes exactly as I knew he would—clean and fresh with a side of spice that drives me wild. His scent and taste, the sensation of his breath mixed with mine, and his rough fingers all over my face, make me want to climb into his lap and hump him.
Breathless, he pulls away, resting his forehead against mine.
His calloused thumbs scrape over my cheekbones when he rasps, “Sara.”
My nipples prick at the rumble of my name in his mouth.
“Hmm. Why aren’t your hands somewhere lower when you say my name like you’re thinking about putting a baby in me?”
Gunther huffs out a rough laugh that heats my core.
“Because,” he says, “I was checking in to make sure you were still okay with what we’re doing.”
I give him a soft peck on the nose. “You get a gold star for asking, Boy Scout. But I’m way, way more than okay with this.”
One of his hands lets go of my face and roams under the blanket, finding the inside of my thigh.
“I’ll have you know I’m an Eagle Scout.”
He’s getting playful now, and I am here for it.Wife me. Wife me this instant, Captain.
“Nice,” I say, my skin tingling at his caresses under the blanket. “Wha-what was your Eagle Scout project?” The scrape of his thumb on my upper thigh almost makes me forget how to make words.
That hand travels deeper and deeper, finding the crease at my groin. I bite back a moan as he traces his thumb over the leg band at the front of my panties. “Not the sexiest topic,” he rasps.
“Oh, I bet it is,” I say, leaning in to nip at his ear.
He growls. Actually growls and runs his hand back down my leg. It’s frustrating but thrilling at the same time. “I restored an old World War II memorial in my hometown in North Carolina. And in doing my research, I found that our town had someone on board theU.S.S. Indianapoliswho died after the torpedo hit it. So I also added a special marker for him with the help of his surviving family.”
My heart squeezes as I listen to the story. “See, that’s hella sexy.”
He laughs humbly. “Sure.”
“I mean it. Hey…is that why you went into the Naval Academy?” I ask, running a hand over the words emblazoned across my chest.
“Yep.”
“Did you ever see combat?”
He pauses, his hand stiff on my leg. “I did.”
“Where?”
“Places I’d rather not talk about.”
