by Selena Kitt
The same passion was spinning through his body.
There was no other description for what was happening between them but lovemaking. He was making love to Kerrigan. The slow, concentrated thrusts that gave her all of him and reached for her soul at the same time was loving.
No way in hell could he let this woman go. He couldn't allow her to walk out of his hotel room, let alone his life.
Tension mounted between them, the room seemed to vibrate with their energy and the pending explosions. Every cell in him demanded he pump her hard, take her with a fierce abandon, but he denied himself. He wanted no mistaking—for him or her—on what was taking place between them.
"Open your eyes, sweetness. I want to see those pretty blues blaze when you fuckin' come all over my cock this time."
It seemed to take pure force for her to peel apart her lids and stared up into his face. "Jaxon?" There was a question in the way she said his name. He knew she could feel the difference of what was happening.
His gaze held hers, not looking away. The intense stare made him feel connected to her beyond anything that made sense. It was as if their souls were joining, uniting through their gazing.
Her cries of passion turned to moans and whimpers of some kind of fused nirvana. Both he and Kerrigan began to tremble simultaneously as pleasure spiraled through them. He could feel the tension in his own body, and see in the tightness around her eyes how much strength it took for her not to close her lids as she quivered and came.
His hot seed filled her body, mingling with her cream as it flooded around his shaft.
"Jaxon!" His name tore from her lips as she continued to hold his gaze, clutching his hips as she bucked under him and let go.
Finally, it was over and they both lay there, shivering masses. He pressed his forehead to hers and panted in the same rhythm as her.
* * *
"I'm not sure I can ever move."
Her laugh was broken—weak. "I don't suggest you do, because I may have to after that."
He chuckled low. His mouth found hers and he started kissing her, just lightly. Their tongues danced slowly together in a sensual way, no pressure to ignite their lust again, just something as soothing a mint after a fantastic meal.
When it ended, he moved to the side of her and pulled her to him.
She curled along his body, feeling sated, comfortable and at peace.
"Tell me about Kerrigan. I know your last name is Morgan from the AF smock I ruined." His hand stroked her from shoulder to hip.
Tension crawled from her spine out. "There's not much else to me. What you see is what you get." She hoped to steer him away from the personal talk.
This moment was coming to a fast end, she just wanted to enjoyed it to the end. The less she knew of this man, the easier it would be to keep him in the sweet lay category. Something she could simply fantasize about on lonely nights. If she got to know him really as a man, he'd haunt her days, too. She'd know what she had missed out on.
Jaxon curled a finger under her chin and tilted her face toward him. "Of course there's something more. You're beautiful, bright, and skilled. I want to get to know you, woman."
She bit the inside of her lip, scared. He was asking for too much. If she shared herself with him, beyond the physical, then she would be at the point of no return—Heartbreakville, USA.
Slipping from his arms, she moved to the edge of the bed. "Look, Jaxon. I'm not going to be around for anything serious. I'm getting out of the military, final out this week."
"My brother said something at the dinner about you leaving the area." He sat up against the headboard.
She stood, pulling the sheet with her. "That's right. I own a business and I'm going to start running it. I've put my dreams off long enough." She headed toward the bathroom. Stopping, she faced him. He was too sexy, with the cover rumpled and resting in his lap, concealing the deliciousness she knew was beneath it. "I can't allow anything to hold me back."
"Like me." He folded his corded arms over his massive chest.
"Like any man." She shoved her wild tresses away from her face. "In a few days you will be gone too, back to wherever. The General didn't say much about you, but he did talk about how worried he was for you and how you deployed way too often." Her next words weighed heavy on her heart, but they were the truth. "Your lifestyle doesn't leave any more room in it for a relationship than mine. So we'll call this a memory for the ages and leave it at that. You head back to your wife the Core and I'll build something for myself in Virginia Beach."
One of his eyebrows quirked up.
Not wanting to continue a discussion that would go nowhere, she darted into the bathroom. Closing the door behind her, she tried to hold on to the pain she felt. A glance in the mirror as she dropped the sheet told her she wasn't doing a very good job of concealing the ache inside. Her eyes were red, swollen, and filling fast with water.
Brushing the first tear that fell away, she went to the stall and turned on the water. Hot, that's how she liked it and what she needed right now. To soothe her body, mind and soul. Inside, she stepped beneath the spray and allowed her hot, silent tears to combine with the duplicate temperature of the water. It was ridiculous for her to get so emotional over a man she'd truly only known for two days. Most of that time spent between the sheets. Her mother had once told her that love had no timetable.
Leslie Morgan had often told her the story about how she'd fallen for Kerrigan's father in a grocery story line. Her mother had rushed in to buy monthly personal items at nineteen and was embarrassed when she realized she'd forgotten her wallet at home. Kerrigan's father had been a first year law student who stepped up and paid for them without making a single comment about what she was purchasing. He'd written his number on the back of the store receipt and asked her to go out with him the next night. Kerrigan's mother had had the guts to call him and confirm the date… the rest was history.
That was then. Life was way more complicated now.
Concentrating on the rivulets of water running about her body, Kerrigan exhaled. She'd pull herself together before going out and facing Jaxon again.
A touch slid down her spine.
She screamed. Her mouth opening wide caused her to swallow a large unplanned gulp of water. Coughing, she turned to Jaxon, who was standing behind her.
He rubbed her back, staring at her with concern. "You all right, sweetness?"
It took a few more coughs before she could speak without sounding like a bullfrog. "Yes… you scared me." Another cough. "Why didn't you say something?"
He shrugged a shoulder. "You looked lost in thought, I was trying to give you some space."
Pushing back her wet hair, she met his gaze. "Look, if you're in here for round nine or seventeen…" She waved the number away, truly not remembering how many times they'd fucked last night and this morning. "I'm not up for it."
His sexy lips curled up into a smile. "No. I'll admit, you always turn me on. But I'm not in here for sex."
True to his word, she glanced down and saw his cock was hard again. The man was amazing. Screw Viagra for old men, they should give them shots of Jaxon's blood on the rocks. Her sex responded, even as sore and well-used as it was.
"What do you want, then?"
"Kerrigan, I want you."
With her hands on her hips, she tilted her head to the side and eyed him. "I thought you just said no sex."
"I don't…" He cleared his throat. "I do, eventually. However, I'm talking about you: the person."
"I told you, I'm leaving for Vir—"
"Virginia Beach. I know. Sweetness, what you don't know is that I'm stationed there."
"What?" She must have water in her ears. She couldn't have heard him right.
"My special ops unit is there. When I'm not on mission or downrange, I'm at home in Tidewater."
Speechless. She just stood there, like a largemouth bass.
Jaxon took advantage of her silence. "We both know that I didn't come to
Fayetteville to find a woman. I planned to come to spend a week with my brother." He placed his hands on her hips then drew her forward until she was against him. "Then you walked out of that door and my world changed. I don't know if you believe in fate."
As the steam billowed around them, she shook her head. "No. Even though my parents tried to drill it into my sister and me."
He smiled. "Well, with the loss of my parents, I stopped believing in a lot of things. You can say hope of a happy ending disappeared from my radar."
This moment really couldn't be happening. Here she was, naked in the shower with a man, talking about how neither of them believe in providence when it truly was the only thing that made sense in explaining what was happening. "If my parents had died, I'd feel just as you do."
One of his hands came up and stroked the side of her face. "But I don't feel that way anymore. Not after meeting you." He tapped a finger between her breasts, then touched his own chest. "Not after finding this."
She knew he was referring to the connection they had. It enlarged her heart to know he was experiencing it too. "What now? What are you offering, Jaxon?" She needed him to understand where she stood. "Even though my actions this weekend don't really show that I'm not the wild, take a stranger to bed kind of woman… I'm not. When I get into a relationship, it's for the long haul. Even if it doesn't end in marriage, I'm into commitment."
"Good. Because on Wednesday, when you attend the private 'thank you for your service to my family' luncheon my brother is putting on for you, it will be easier for me to tell him that you're my woman, instead of my booty call."
Laughing, she stretched up and kissed him. "Are you sure you want to do this?"
"I've never been surer of anything in my life." He slipped his hands down her body to her ass, then squeezed the plump flesh. "Except, maybe, taking you somewhere after breakfast where I can taste that sweet pussy of yours."
Her face heated up as her nipples tightened. "Well, at least a girl gets a hot meal first." She splashed a handful of water at him.
Jaxon chuckled as he wiped the droplets from his face. "Pass me the soap so I can bathe you and we can get out of this hotel, before I decide to order room service."
Kerrigan grabbed the bar of soap, but started working a lather in her hands to wash him first. This man was just what she needed to start her new path in life. Before meeting him in that alley she'd had her sights set on business success alone, and now she was aiming for pleasure of the heart, too.
The End
Yasmine Hyde
Yasmine Hyde is the alter ego of Yvette Hines. Since I was sixteen and started reading romance, I found myself pulling out a tablet at the end of a book and writing an additional sex scene. Yes, even as a sixteen-year-old virgin I had naughty thoughts with pen and paper. Surprisingly, I never shocked my mother with the ‘questions’ I asked her to help fill out the story. She’d say, “It is how I know she’s not doing anything.” She was right, but that desire to write passionate interludes never left me. I filled my diary up with romantic sex scenes I would dream about. Don’t judge me. LOL. I didn’t start writing until I was around twenty-six. However, something that I noticed was when I thought of a story the first thing in my mind was the sex scene. Now, years later, Yasmine allows me and my muse SHE to step out of the box again in another direction. The things Yasmine will write would make my 16 year old self blush to a deep burgundy.
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Chapter One
Summertime… and the parking lot's crowded.
As she drove by Inn Too Deep, Gigi Deane sang along with Janis Joplin and looked out her car window at the bar's main parking lot. Cars and trucks packed the gravel space, and she grinned at the sight. Months of so-so spring business had given way to a bustling summer at the beachfront bar she owned. She drummed her fingers on the steering wheel in time with the music.
She turned left from Low Tide Drive onto Liberty Lane, and then into the back parking lot her bar shared with the beauty salon behind it. She eased her car into her usual spot in the back corner of the lot, also crowded with cars. The day shift would soon give way to the night shift, but summer happy hours demanded the efforts of all her employees.
Aerosmith was blaring through the back door as she pulled it open. She bobbed her head to the music. This was going to be a good day.
Gigi headed down the narrow hallway, past the steps leading down to storage and up to the roof, past the bathrooms and her office. The loud music and sounds of cheerful people drinking pulled her the way the moon pulled the tides. She entered the bar pumped up and ready for a long night's work.
A booth of her regulars lifted their glasses to greet her. She waved at them and headed behind the bar, where her day manager poured vodka and Apple Pucker into her cocktail shaker. Three martini glasses, filled with ice and water to chill them for cold cocktails, waited on the rubber bar mat.
"What's up, Heather?" Gigi tried not to take up much space. With two bartenders and Heather working the wells, it would be easy for her to get in the way.
"Just another Wednesday," Heather said, popping the top onto the shaker. Today, her strawberry blonde hair was pulled back in a braid that slid back and forth between her shoulder blades as she worked.
As Heather started liquor and ice rattling away, Gigi scanned the bar, taking in the happy hour crowd. A good mix tonight. Tourists from the hotel and the highway, looking around with curiosity. Students down from the college on a getaway from their summer jobs. The contractors fresh from a long day working on the addition to the salon next door.
And one man, a little older than the rest of the bunch, alone at the end of the bar. Dressed in sober colors, he sat next to a half-full pint glass and gazed down behind the bar into space.
Heather slung the mix of ice and water out of the waiting martini glasses before filling them with the three appletinis she'd just mixed. Gigi sidled up to her.
"That guy on the end okay?" she asked, just loudly enough for her manager to hear. Everything was going so well. She hated to cut someone off so early.
"He's fine," Heather said, not looking up. "Just real quiet."
Good. They'd had trouble a few weeks ago. She didn't need any more so soon. She nodded to herself and went back to surveying the bar.
Three overdressed and barely legal girls stared over Gigi's shoulder. At first, she thought they were watching Heather pour—these were the sort of girl who ordered appletinis. Gigi turned to see if her day manager was teaching the bartenders one of her pour techniques. Then she spotted the object of their attention.
Noah Monroe.
Her night-shift barback was manhandling three plastic racks, full of clean pint glasses, up to the back bar. An Army Ranger's big, powerful body, stretching a black T-shirt to its absolute limits. Huge arms steering his unwieldy cargo to its destination. That broad back tapering down to his waist... and then on down to a tight ass.
Oh, yeah. That was a lot more interesting to look at than appletinis.
Gigi made room for Heather, who delivered the three bright green drinks. Like her boss, Heather turned to follow the girls' gaze and found Noah. He hefted a bus tub full of dirty dishes and headed off to the kitchen.
"Y'all see something you like?" Heather asked.
The trio giggled, but the one on the middle stool inclined her head toward the door through which Noah had gone. "Is he… new?"
"Monroe? No, he's been here all summer," Gigi answered.
All of them were watching when he came out of the kitchen, and he regarded them with dark blue eyes and an amused half-smile. One of the bartenders, too far away to hear over the noise, pointed at one of the ice wells, and he returned to the kitchen.
"Why don't I put the bus tub over here close to you ladies?" Heather winked. "You know. Cut down on prep time."
They nodded furiously and Gigi smiled. She was on the way back to the center well to grab an empty bus tub when Heather touched her elbow.
"Word with you?" Heather asked.
Gigi made good on Heather's promise and set the empty tub in front of the trio of girls. Then she followed Heather out of the bar into the hallway leading to the bathrooms. The manager opened the narrow door into the girls' room and gestured to Gigi, who went in first and flipped on the light switch.
Gigi squinted. When had it gotten so bright in here? She looked up at the fluorescent bulbs.
"Yeah, I thought that, too," said Heather. "It's the same bulbs." Gigi looked over at her. "Keep looking."
She did, giving the surfaces her full attention. The two sinks caught her eye first. They gleamed white, and the light made the stainless steel fixtures shine. But it wasn't just the two sinks. The red tile floors were free of grime. She went to the mirror, walking as if afraid to leave footprints. The surface of the mirror was spotless, too. No smudges or fingerprints. The corners of the metal frame looked like new.
She took a few steps in front of Heather, cautiously edging open the door to one of the stalls. Years' worth of etched writing still marked the metal walls, but the partitions were scrubbed clean, right over to the brackets that held them in place. To say nothing of the toilet, which gleamed as white as the sinks.
Gigi backed out of the stall and looked at Heather with disbelief. The bathrooms hadn't been filthy before, but this… her own bathroom at home wasn't this clean.
This was Noah's work. The barback's job description included cleaning the bathroom, but most barbacks did the absolute minimum with unseemly haste. She'd had Noah long enough to know that his absolute minimum exceeded her most exacting expectations.