He slanted his mouth over hers and loosened his hand from hers. He closed the laptop and set it on the end of the couch.
The softness of his lips surprised her. When they’d kissed the other night, she’d been slightly distracted by the coarseness of the hair on his face. Now, with all of it gone, she was left to focus on his amazing skill as a kisser.
His mouth moved over hers, soft in some ways but still urging her deeper into his embrace.
Drawn in by him, she opened her mouth when his tongue teased the edges of her lips. Johnny slipped into her mouth, his tongue twining along with hers.
He pulled back and nibbled on her lip. She could feel him smile against her as he did so.
In one swift movement, he lifted her and placed her legs on either side of his lap, with her center not quite over the hard length she felt the other night.
His mouth came back to hers, and he deepened the kiss. Their new position made it easier to do so.
Maddy placed one hand back onto his neck where her fingers could run through the soft brown hair there. She rested the other on his shoulder and felt the firm muscles as he moved his hands up and down her back.
Her fingers traced the line of one muscle, and her center grew wet at the thought of what his powerful body could do, how he would feel moving over her. Moving into her.
She shivered a little and ached for the feel of him between her legs. As little experience as she had with men, Maddy would have thought something like that would scare her, but it didn’t.
Despite his strength, Johnny held her like she was special, as if she were the most important thing in the world.
She pushed in further with her tongue and wrapped her arms around his back to pull herself flush with his body. Her center was now wedged against his hardness.
Johnny grunted. His hands stiffened against her back for a moment.
He started to pull his body back from her, but instead she leaned in and nipped his lower lip. His fingers twitched and then tightened. His hands slipped up her shirt and pulled the thin tank up.
Maddy pulled back for a moment, desperate to feel him against her, and lifted her shirt over her head.
His gaze centered on the black bra she wore. The lace just barely concealed her hard nipples.
Their eyes met as he scanned over her nearly naked form, and she felt the heat of his stare. The intensity almost overwhelmed her.
“You’re fucking killing me here,” Johnny mumbled.
The night wasn’t supposed to end up like this. He’d be damned if he didn’t want to hold her, but his whole purpose tonight was to get to know her. To talk. Show that he was in a different head space than he had been in three years earlier. He didn’t want to be the guy who just tried to get into her pants.
But Lord help him, those little shorts planted over his cock at the moment were making it fucking hard to think about much else other than sinking into her.
Maddy held his gaze as she lifted his shirt.
Against his better judgment, Johnny sat up a bit so she could take off his shirt.
The way she stared at him made his cock twitch. It pressed hard against his jeans and ached to be free and buried deep inside her.
He watched as her fingers trailed down his chest, following the muscles as she did so. Her light touch was driving him insane.
Maddy stopped when she reached the light dusting of hair that dipped into his pants. Her hands lay very close to where the two of them were pressed together.
With her palms flat, she placed them against his chest and shifted her hips over him.
They both moaned.
She kept her pretty blue eyes locked with his.
This time when she moved over him, his hands came to her hips. She leaned her head back a little and accompanied it with another moan.
Lightning zipped to his cock. Her body arched in his arms, her breasts pointed directly at him. Unable to resist any longer, Johnny leaned forward and placed his mouth over a laced nipple.
Maddy moaned louder and moved over him a little faster.
The confinement of his pants was killing him. Rubbing against her was great, but the more she moved over him, the more like torture it felt. He needed to be free.
He laid her back on the couch. Maddy stared up at him as he leaned over her. She took in deep breaths as she did so. Her face flushed, and her eyes filled with confusion.
“What are you—” she began.
He silenced her with his mouth. This time he was taking full control.
His hands moved to her breasts, and with ease he flicked open the front clasp. Her breasts popped out of the sheer fabric.
She had great tits, the sort that filled more than a palm and made you ache to press your mouth to.
With nothing between them, she moaned into his mouth as her nipples rubbed against his hard chest.
Johnny pulled back and kissed a path down her neck, grazing his teeth against the tender flesh there and then soothing it with his mouth.
He traveled lower until he reached the soft mounds. Slowly, he made his way around her creamy soft skin, just barely skirting her pointed pink nipples.
Maddy moaned in frustration, and he had trouble holding back a smile.
“Johnny,” she moaned.
The sound of his name on her mouth brought him back to the mission: to make her feel good.
He sealed his mouth entirely over her left nipple. He gripped his hair with her fingers, urging him as close as she could get him.
Johnny sucked gently on the hard peak, swirling it around his tongue and enjoying the sounds she made as he did so.
He barely grazed his teeth along her. She rewarded him by moaning his name out again.
He pulled his mouth off the left breast and moved to the right, giving it the same treatment. Occasionally, he tweaked the still sensitive left side with his fingers.
When he pulled away this time, he glanced up as Maddy stared down her body at him. He kissed her stomach, soft wet kisses that would leave a cool trail.
Her eyes widened after a moment as his current path dawned on her.
“You can’t—”
He tugged on her shorts, pulling them off in one quick motion.
Johnny stared down at her.
Amazing. It was the only thing that he could think of, how amazing she looked there.
He slid off onto the floor and pulled her up so her back was against the couch.
Maddy gave him a small frown, not quite understanding what he was doing.
When he moved between them and leaned forward for a kiss, the concern washed away once his mouth pressed against her. Again, she moaned as their tongues met. This time he let his hands explore her body, trailing down until he reached her hot, wet center.
Maddy pulled back and moaned loudly when his fingers stroked her wet pussy. He watched her now, his eyes on her face as he moved his fingers over her wet center, dragging one finger along until he bumped her hard nub.
Eyes closed and mouth open slightly, she breathed hard as he continued to stroke her, grunting in frustration when he didn’t sink into her.
Her eyes popped open and pinned him there. It was what he had been waiting for. He slipped his middle finger in as deep as it would go.
Her hands reached out and gripped his shoulder as he worked into her.
Johnny glanced down at his hand. His wet finger glistened as he moved into her. His thumb brushed her hard clit as he did so.
“More,” she moaned.
It was all he could take.
Johnny slipped his hand from her and placed her legs on his shoulders. His mouth now centered with her wet pink pussy, his gaze raked her body.
Maddy watched him, her eyes half-hooded with lust.
He leaned forward and gave a swipe with the flat part of his tongue.
Sparks shot through her body at the feel of him there. His wet tongue slipped between her folds, tasting her as if she were the best thing he’d ever had.
M
addy watched him as he pressed his mouth to her. His light hazel eyes took in everything.
She linked her hand with the one curled around her thigh and was glad when he gave her a squeeze back.
When his tongue speared into her, it was nearly enough to send her over.
She watched him still as he worked his tongue deep inside her over and over.
One final bump to her clit, and her orgasm exploded through her. Her eyes closed as she arched her back and rode the wave of her climax.
She felt him lower her thighs back down but was too tired to do much about it. Her whole body shook from the force of her orgasm.
Johnny sat down next to her on the couch, and she lulled her head to the side to look at him.
“That was amazing,” she said. Her voice sounded distant and fuzzy, like someone else talking.
He chuckled in response. “Glad to hear it.”
Two warm arms slipped under her legs and back. She might have gasped if she had the ability. Instead she watched as the room shifted around her, and she was brought into the other room.
Good. That’s where they needed to be in order to get down to business.
She frowned when the covers were placed over her body and looked over to where Johnny stood.
“Get in,” she said.
He leaned down and placed a kiss on her forehead. “Love to,” he said softly and then pulled back. “But not tonight.”
“What?” Confusion and lust swirled within. They couldn’t stop now.
He walked over to the door.
“I had a good time,” he said with a smile. “Let’s do it again.”
With that he was gone. She could hear him in the other room for a moment before the front door opened and closed.
Naked, she lay there wondering just what the hell had happened. She’d been ready for him only to have him walk away. The orgasm from his hand had been wonderful, and she burned to have the rest of him inside her.
Maddy shifted her legs, and a tingle zipped to the center of her belly. The wicked aftermath of his ministrations still ripped through her.
He was a mystery to her. How could he blow her fucking mind and then walk away from the finale?
She rolled over and moaned as the sensitive parts of her throbbed.
Well, she’d be damned if it wasn’t the best sex she’d ever had, even if it had been a bit one-sided. Unsurprisingly to her, Johnny knew exactly how to rock her world. Now the only question was, how the hell was she supposed to move on after that?
Chapter Eleven
Johnny glanced out the window for about the millionth time over to Maddy’s little apartment.
Despite knowing she wasn’t there, it didn’t stop him from looking and hoping.
He glanced over at the night stand holding his cell phone. Trent had sent him a message earlier about going out with some of the guys from their old squad. It had been a bit since they all got to hang together in any sort of recreational setting stateside, and although he was happy for the chance, he worried that going out might hurt his chances with Maddy when they’d finally blown past the barriers and started down a path toward happiness.
He checked the time on his phone. One more hour until Trent came to pick him up. All he could do was hope she came home before then.
His mind drifted to last night. He’d pleased her; he was sure of that, but he’d also left abruptly. In his mind, he thought it was the best thing to do to show her that he’d put her pleasure above his.
But now that he thought about it, he wondered if she might be annoyed with him showing up and taking off so quickly, regardless of what she got out of it.
A part of him cursed the fact he hadn’t gotten her number. Somehow asking Trent or Rich just seemed weird. Considering how early on this was in their relationship, if he could even call it that, he wanted to keep things under wraps.
There was no reason to complicate matters with her relatives until he and Maddy knew where this whole thing was going. They might even fuck things up.
The pages from a folder in front of him fluttered as the overhead fan caught a hold of them. It made him think of the intelligence report he’d seen at the base.
Johnny sighed. The whole damn thing in Chotastan was so fucking convoluted. They knew the weapons were being moved through the area. They’d known it before Emir had paid the ultimate price.
He tightened his hands into fists. If only he’d gotten there sooner, maybe he could have helped save Emir and the others.
Back then they couldn’t trace it to anyone. Too many suspects, not enough evidence. When a place was turning into a chaotic mess, it was hard to know anything for certain.
Now the new intel said this Williamson guy was behind the whole thing. What the hell did some rich douche care about weapons in that area?
It didn’t even seem like the kind of volume that would be worth his attention, especially since he had so many more business interests that didn’t require screwing over an entire country.
Oil usually played a part in these things in the Middle East, but the country lacked any oil. It was probably one of the reasons they managed to carve out their independence. No one thought it was worth the blood for another patch of sand and mountains.
If other local governments didn’t care, why did Williamson care? There was some angle they were all missing.
It just didn’t make sense. None of it did.
Johnny scrubbed a hand over his face. This was going to continue eating at him. He was just sure of it. Someone had to get some justice for his friend and protect other good people who had been forced into hiding.
Plus, with more weapons flowing into the area, major civil unrest was inevitable, and a lot of innocent people would suffer and die so that assholes could make a few more dollars or euros to stuff in their fat, corrupt accounts. C
Chotastan was at a tipping point. If the country went up in flames, it’d not only harm the people there, but destabilize much of Southwest Asia.
Johnny lay back on the bed and rubbed his temples. He was still adjusting to the new time zone. It didn’t help that he had spent most of last night hard and aching for more of Maddy.
A small smile played on his lips. She had looked amazing when she came last night. He could only imagine what she would look like as he drove into her.
As much as he wanted to see that, Johnny also knew that if he didn’t take his time with her, this whole thing would go to pot. He wanted Maddy, but for more than just a good time. She had to understand that. He needed to make her understand.
He wanted to come home to her, to see her swell with their child and to grow old with. She had always been the only one for him, and despite how much he tried not to have feelings for her, she would always be the only woman he wanted that way.
The bell downstairs rang, and he sat up.
He shook his head and smiled. Trent always was early. Even when they were just planning to hit the town, he couldn’t stand the idea of being late.
“Quit jacking off up there and get your lazy ass ready,” Trent shouted up the stairs at him.
Johnny laughed. Maybe going out with the guys was exactly what he needed.
Chapter Twelve
Maddy glanced down at her outfit: the same khaki shorts and peach tank she’d worn to take her finals that day. It wasn’t what she would normally wear to a date with David, but in the end, this wasn’t really a date per se. Given what she planned, her outfit was unimportant.
When she saw him coming up the sidewalk outside the small Italian restaurant, she waved and smiled. The closer David moved, the more she could see he was openly frowning at her. He was wearing his usual black slacks and boring button-down white shirt.
Self-conscious, she rubbed her arms a little.
“I could have changed the time for later so you’d have the chance to go home and get properly dressed,” David said.
His words sent a fire through her. She’d been listening to this kind of talk for the past couple
months and had just about enough of it.
“I’m good,” she said simply and stepped over to the door.
He shrugged. “Well, none of the crew come to this place. So, fortunate for me.”
Maddy sighed. It looked like tonight was going to end a lot sooner than she’d planned. Originally she planned on eating a nice dinner with David and trying to end it all on a high note. She should have known better really.
When she first started dating him, she’d thought it’d all be okay. He was attractive, intelligent and going somewhere. She’d ignored some of his more annoying qualities, thinking that she didn’t need a perfect guy if she just wanted to have a little fun. How wrong she’d been.
The pair stepped into the quiet, low-lit restaurant and smiled at the hostess.
“Two?” the hostess asked.
Maddy nodded.
“We’ll have a table available in just a moment,” the young woman said.
Maddy looked over to David, who seemed even more agitated than before about the lack of tables.
“Maybe we should get a cocktail at the bar,” she said.
He gave a curt nod and then took a seat at the bar. Maddy ordered a sangria and sipped on it as David grumbled about the lack of respect being shown to him.
She sighed loudly, and he stopped complaining to scowl at her.
He picked up his bourbon and stared directly at her.
“Have something to say?” he snapped.
Maddy took another drink off her sangria. “I think we need to talk,” she said quietly. “About us.”
He nodded. “I was thinking that as well.”
Relief flooded her. She’d been so worried about telling him it wasn’t working out, she’d never even thought that he might be feeling the same.
“I’m so glad to hear that,” she said.
He sipped from his glass and set it down. “I think tonight we should just get it over with.”
Maddy nodded as she took a drink. It looked like she’d actually get to enjoy dinner tonight.
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