Assignment: Learning to Love [Hawt Men In and Out of Uniform 2] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic)

by Honor James

  Shifting his hold, he bent slightly and grabbed up his bag. Then he carried both her and the bag to her bedroom. “I am here for longer than an hour or two. I seem to recall promising you a week solid. I keep my promises, especially to you,” he said softly. He kissed her again, biting her lip gently and tugging. “I’ve had a very, very long thirteen months without you, honey. You have no idea how much I’ve missed you—the smell of you, the feel of your skin, and Goddammit that is an awesome bed.”

  She looked back at her bed and grinned. “Glad you like it.” She then looked at him again and frowned. “Wait, what? You, I, what?” She lost several brain cells with the kiss that he gave her. That was clear in how she was unable to grasp at the simple concept of him staying. “I get to keep you for a week?” God she was a greedy bitch and wanted longer. A lot longer. “Really?” she asked in awe. “Wait—” she had to say this before she forgot. “I like Cutter’s name for me. Did you know that was his mom’s name?” She had gotten to know all of Michael’s unit in the last thirteen months and spent a lot of time writing them and Skyping with them and Michael. “A week? Shoot I need to have groceries delivered because I don’t think I will let you go.”

  He was laughing and nodding at all the appropriate places since she really wasn’t letting him get a word in edgewise. “You have me for a week. We have more than enough food, why do you think your SS guys went shopping? I’ve been in touch with them to ensure that we were all ready for this. They will be on outside duty only for the next week. And yes, I know it was his mum’s name. I was actually shocked that he suggested it, but I happen to love it and it fits you.” He pressed a kiss to her lips and let her down to her feet. “Now, have we covered everything for the moment? Can I strip you naked and jump your bones or should we keep talking until I fall over? Because, as much as I want to enjoy every second, I’ve been awake for over forty-eight hours between the travel and arranging all of this. I damn well want to be with you, but if I need a nap, just say the word. Hell, if you need a nap, say the word.”

  “The only word I’m going to say is get naked, Master Sergeant.” She tugged her robe off, standing before him with just the towel around her hair since she let the one around her body drop too. She wasn’t ashamed of her body, but when he just stood there, she did shift from foot to foot and lifted a hand to cover her middle. “Was that too much too fast?”

  “Hell no.” He breathed out on a groan. “Damn, woman, you are gorgeous.” Michael stood there a moment longer before he shook his head and blinked. Bending, he worked at his boots, kicking them off as he tore his shirt over his head. Next, he got rid of his pants and socks. Straightening, he gave her the same chance to stare at him as he’d taken with her.

  Gigi approached him slowly and reached out to touch him. Her fingers brushed the vee shape of muscles that went down his front, and she lost more than half her brain cells as she touched him. “Goodness. I don’t know what this muscle here is called.” She looked up at him and stepped impossibly closer. “But I swear it makes me forget everything that’s happening.” Licking her lips, she waited, needing and wanting more. “Kiss me again?” she asked and let her hands drift down so that they lightly brushed the head of his cock and then wrapped her hands around the heated length of him. “God I’ve wondered all this time just how you looked and now I want to taste you.” She licked her lips and looked down at him. She wanted to lick him, suck him, god she wanted everything. Gigi could almost see herself on her knees before him and sucking his cock, licking and teasing the domed head of his fat dick while fondling his balls. She knew that he would have his hands in her hair and would rock against her mouth while she sucked him. It would be perfect and she knew it.

  Groaning, he swayed closer to her, then away slightly. “You talk a lot when you’re nervous,” he said softly. Leaning his head in, he kissed her, backing her toward the bed slowly, and nibbled on her mouth. “Later, you can do anything you want, but right now I need you.” He stopped and muttered out a curse. “Condoms,” he mumbled, his brow furrowing in thought.

  “Have an IUD. I had it put in the moment I came back because I knew that I needed and wanted to be with you. I wanted to be with you skin-to-skin.” Her hands moved over his chest and she turned and looked up at him. “I have nothing. I’ve been tested for everything under the sun because of cutting the guy on the island and whatnot.” She just wanted to be skin-to-skin with him now and for as long as he would keep her.

  “Well you know I haven’t been with anyone,” he said softly. “I’ve been waiting for you. Had to, no way I could be with anyone else after meeting you. You sure?” he asked softly. Lifting his hand, he brushed his fingers slowly down her cheek. Michael stepped in closer to her, his skin brushing to hers with every breath they each took.

  “God yes, I’m sure.” She couldn’t be more certain of anything at all, even if she tried. “Please.” She let her fingers brush over his skin and leaned up on her toes. “So no more talking.” She reached up and pulled him down to her, kissing him with the need and want she had for the last year.

  His hands cupped her ass and lifted her from her feet. The brush of her comforter over her skin was cool. Slowly he eased his weight down over her, pressing her deeper into the mattress as he continued to kiss her. He let out a low moan that slid into her mouth, his chest vibrating against hers.

  Her heels wrapped around his ass and tugged him closer. “No more teasing, no more thinking. I need you inside of me. Now.” She knew that was crazy, but it was the truth. She needed to have him loving her right now.

  Licking his lips, he stared down at her. One of his hands slid between them and down to cup her pussy. His eyelids drifted shut as he slid a finger between her folds, spreading her juices around. His thumb slightly brushed over her clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves there to prepare her somewhat for him. “God damn, you are so wet for me, honey. Later, later I want a taste of you. Only when I know I’ll fully enjoy it. I want to lick your pussy from clit to asshole. I want to taste every inch of your body.”

  “Only if you let me do the same. I can almost feel your cock in my mouth, can almost taste you.” She lifted slightly, pushing herself against him as she did so. “God I love the way that you feel. Please, more.” She loved the fullness, the way that he would curl his finger and brush that sensitive spot inside of her. She loved all of it. “More.” It was a demand, pure and simple.

  “Need to be inside of you, now,” he said. Withdrawing his finger, he lifted her leg up and out. Rocking his hips, he rubbed his cock through her folds. In a slow slide of flesh, he pressed into her pussy and filled her.

  Gigi’s head arched back and she shuddered. Holy hell, that felt amazing. Her nails bit into his shoulders and she tugged him closer, her legs wrapping around his hips and lifting herself up so that she could meet him thrust for thrust. “So good,” she moaned with a sob of pure pleasure. She had known that they would be perfect together, now they were and she was happier than she could ever express. Gigi pressed a kiss to his chest, licked his nipple, and then bit it lightly to cause him a bit of sensation.

  “Look at me, honey,” he said. Each thrust jolted her against the bedding as they found their rhythm together. Over and over, he pushed deep into her slick pussy. His fingers squeezed on her thigh. “Let me see you, Gina. Look at me so I can see everything.”

  She opened her eyes and looked up at him, a grin on her face as she moved along with him. “I’m looking,” she whispered breathlessly. “Loving what I’m seeing, too.”

  His smile was warm as his gaze moved over her face before locking with her own again. “I’m loving what I’m seeing as well.” A quick kiss to her lips never disrupted his rhythm. Her words though seemed to fuel him on, making him move faster and impossibly deeper.

  Gigi held onto him for dear life. She moved right along with him and licked her lips. She pulled him back to her, kissing him as they mated was the most erotic and heavenly thing she had ever experienced. Love. That was
a word she had only written before meeting this man, and now she was telling him how much she loved seeing him, being with him. There was more, too, but it scared the hell out of her.

  His grip on her thigh tightened a little more before releasing. The slide of his work-roughened palm up her ribs sent chills through her. Then he cupped her breast, squeezing the mound before rubbing his thumb to her tight nipple.

  Gigi sobbed and arched into him. “Christ. Yes.” She felt her skin prickle in and a deep-seated need flowing into her. “Please, again.” She begged him and pulled him even closer. She lifted her pussy to his cock time and time again.

  “You’re so sensitive,” he said quietly. He brushed his thumb to her nipple again. When she shivered again he caught the tight nub between thumb and finger, and began to roll it, pinching ever so slightly. “You like that, don’t you?”

  “Yes. God I love it.” She licked her lips and shuddered. “Please, more,” she whispered softly. “That feels perfect.” He filled her pussy perfectly, the way that he moved inside of her hand, him hitting all of the sweet spots she never knew she had. “Don’t look away, Gina. Keep your attention right on me,” he demanded. He flicked her nipple lightly with a nail. Returning to rolling it between the pads of his fingers, he tugged on it as he thrust. “God damn it, so fucking close. You with me, honey.” His cock was pushing deeper and deeper into her pussy, and his mouth covered her nipple and tugged roughly, biting the nipple as he thrust into her.

  She did just that. She kept her eyes on him and nodded. She was biting her lip, her eyes never leaving his. His mouth on her breasts, and his teeth tugging her nipple sent ripples of pleasure throughout her whole being. “I’m there. God, please.” She just needed that one additional touch, the brush of his hands, his cock to her. “Now!” She screamed and arched into him, her legs tightening around him and coming hard and fast.

  The pinch on her nipple, combined with the hard thrust of his cock deep inside of her was what sent her tumbling. He wasn’t far behind her, two thrusts more before he tensed against her. His eyes widened as he bit out her name through clenched teeth. When he collapsed over her, his weight pushing her deeper into the mattress, she felt his shudder and the deep breath he pulled in and released.

  Gigi held onto Michael. She couldn’t let him go, not after touching heaven the way that they had. When he rolled them and she was on top she moved slightly and sighed. “That was perfect,” she whispered softly. “Utterly perfect.” She rubbed her cheek to his chest and then looked up at him. “After we’ve had a nap, can we please do that again? Right now, will you please stay inside of me for as long as possible?”

  “Don’t think I could move again even if I needed to,” he said. Letting out a low groan, he turned his head to brush a kiss over her jaw. A kiss of teeth was next, nipping lightly at her skin.

  “Later.” She whispered and patted his chest. Another yawn and she rubbed her lips to the side of his neck. “Rest Michael, and then later you can tell me just exactly why you are here. Not that I’m upset because I’m happier than I could ever tell you, but it would be lovely to know what happened.” He had told her, but honestly she couldn’t think of what it was he had said at the moment.

  “Yes, Ma’am,” he said. His chuckle rocked her around on his chest. “Sleep with me, honey. I like having you in my arms. It’s been way too fucking long since you’ve been there, where you belong.” One of his hands landed on the small of her back, at the curve of her ass, and remained there as his breathing changed to a nice even pattern. Slow and deep, and she knew he was asleep.

  “I like that thought.” Where she belonged. She had never thought about that, but it did feel so right and so good. Another yawn and she was sleeping soundly on top of him, happy where she was and at ease with him there.

  Chapter Nine

  The following morning Gigi had surprisingly woken before Michael did. She slipped out of bed as quietly as she possibly could and covered him back up when she did so. She smiled down at him and sighed. He was quickly becoming the most important person in her life and she knew it.

  Grabbing her robe that she found tossed on the lamp, she pulled it on and walked to the kitchen. First thing was first—coffee. While the coffee brewed, she pulled out stuff to make french toast and bacon. Once everything was started, she poured herself a cup of coffee and cooked, fully intent upon feeding Michael in bed.

  She looked up, however, and saw him padding toward her, naked as the day he was born and felt her mouth go dry. Her coffee mug was halfway to her lips and she swallowed, hard. “Good morning.” Her eyes hungrily ate him up, moved from inch to inch on his body, and loved every single part of it. “Mercy,” she whispered finally. “You amaze me.” He was perfect, and at least for now he was all hers.

  His smile was lopsided as he stopped before her. Snagging her mug from her hand, he lifted it and took a long swallow. “Damn that’s good stuff,” he said. Leaning in, he kissed her gently before drawing back. He pressed her mug back into her hand, and jerked his chin up. “I think something’s starting to get a little overly done there, honey.”

  “Crap.” She shoved the mug back his way and moved off to save the french toast and bacon. Once it was all done, she plated it up and grinned. “How about you pour yourself a cup and top mine up?” She nodded to the cup he had in his hands and winked. “I will take these to the table. Come join me for breakfast?”

  The gleam in his eye spoke of something else entirely, but he nodded. “Can do,” he said. A chuckle had his shoulders moving as he turned to pour coffee. A couple minutes later, he joined her at the table, setting her mug next to her hand and sitting down he set his in front of his plate. “This smells amazing,” he told her. Michael closed his eyes, leaning over the plate, and inhaled loud enough for her to hear it. “God I’ve missed anything not mass-cooked.”

  “Well good for you that I actually like to cook and I’m not half-bad at it.” She loved to cook truthfully. She had always had such a great time being able to lose herself in the kitchens. “I promise I won’t poison you while feeding you, too,” she told him once she got settled into the seat at his side.

  “I doubt you could do anything after as many years as my stomach’s been abused by various Corps cooks.” He dug into the food with a low moan, nodding his head slowly as he chewed. “It’s even better tasting than it smells. Should be impossible, but it is. Thank you for cooking, Gina.” He chuckled and shook his head. “Don’t know if I’m ever going to get used to that, I may end up reverting back to Gigi.”

  She wrinkled her nose and nodded. “I think that would be good. I love Cutter for thinking about me like that and offering up his momma’s name but I’ve been Gigi all my life and don’t think that I would be able to handle another name. Sorry.” She took a bite of her french toast and sighed. “I love French toast. That and bacon, but you knew that.” She could get used to him being around her, having him there for meals with her and spending time with him. “So, I know you told me last night, but I can’t for the life of me think of it.” She took another bite. “Not that I’m upset, but how did you manage to get out early and here? I thought you had another two or three months left on your tour?”

  “I agree, Gigi it is again. I have to think too damn hard about the Gina, and it doesn’t completely fit you. Oh well, I’ll let him know it was a good effort, but didn’t work out.” He licked his lips and shrugged. “Your dad. Since I’m a short-timer, less than ninety days, he was able to get me rotated Stateside. With his new position, I’m under his direct command for the remainder of my tour. My former commanding officer is a little annoyed I didn’t re-up though. But I told him the truth, while I’m proud to serve my country, I have a woman that means everything to me waiting at home. Couldn’t make her wait another day if I could help it. So, here I am.”

  She just looked at him and smiled. Her heart literally felt as if it had skipped a beat at his words. “Mercy.” She whispered and fanned herself. “That’s...” She
sighed a dreamy sigh. “I’m so happy that he was able to pull some strings and get you in my life to watch over me. I know with you I’m completely safe.” It was odd, but she had felt safe with him from the first moment she met him.

  “I hear you need it,” he said. Giving her a pointed look he leaned an elbow on the table. “So, care to bring me up to speed on things from your end? I tried reading the SS reports, and the Marines before that, but my brain was already cooked and I wasn’t able to process much. I have the files so I’ll read them later, but I do want your take on it all, honey.” He reached out then and grabbed her hand, pulling it to his lips and kissed her fingers lightly. “I missed you so much, Gigi.”

  “I missed you, too,” she said and squeezed his hand. “Honestly? I didn’t even know that they were tries on my life until yesterday. Well, aside from the gunshot, that is.” She pushed her food to the side and began to tell him what she and Reece had talked about the day before. Finally she got to the moment where she was shot. She felt the hot tears rolling down her cheeks and couldn’t help it. “He was in the house. I had taken Rigby to the vet and when we got home Rigby was having a fit. The next thing I know, I see Rigby in the air jumping for something, someone, and suddenly I feel a white-hot heat in my side. When I dropped to my knees I saw Rigby falling as well.” She sobbed. “He shot my cat,” she whispered sadly. “That asshole shot an innocent cat.” Granted, Rigby had attacked the man, but still. “Thankfully I was by the door and was able to hit the alarm as I fell. The next thing I know I’m waking up in surgery, and then they freaked and knocked me out again. Then Daddy was standing over me with mother crying in the corner, my new guards. The Secret Service agents that you likely met already?”