“Take me, Sean,” she asked, pleading.
“Stay right here.”
He smiled and hurried to the bedroom. When Sean returned, his cock was sheathed. She couldn’t wait for his possession and slid forward on the counter.
“Get off the counter and turn around,” he said gently.
When she complied, the urgency inside built high. “Please, Sean.”
His fingers teased the pliant flesh between her legs. “So wet.”
She smiled. “It’s all your fault.”
He laughed softly. “Good.”
He kissed the back of her neck, his arms circling her waist to pull her back into his embrace. His cock head probed between her pussy lips, and she pushed back before he could thrust. Impaling herself on his thick heat, she groaned aloud with the pleasure as every inch took her. She held on tight to the counter, and her heart pounded as he stayed imbedded deep. She centered all feelings on how wide, long, and hot his cock was. He touched her breasts, brushing over her nipples, then Sean’s fingers wisped over her clit.
She writhed, groaned, shimmied on his cock. “Sean…oh God.”
He pulled back slowly, and the torment was acute. As Sean tugged on one nipple and brushed her clit with the other hand, she urged him to thrust.
“Do it.”
Her demand spurred him onward, and he pumped, pushing so deep Eve writhed. His fingers danced over her clit, teasing the button. Her nipples stung with sweet pleasure. He slowed his thrusts to a spine-melting pace sure to torture her into a heady orgasm.
“Please, Sean.”
“Hmm?”
“Please stop teasing me. I need you to do it hard.”
He drew out until just the big tip of his cock remained inside her. Her pussy ached with need to have him as deep as he could go. “How bad do you want it?”
“Badly. I’m aching. I want to come so much.”
“God, I like the sound of that,” he said, his words low and raspy with passion.
He started to pound into her, his thrusts sharp and demanding. Each thrust hit a pleasure spot deep inside her no other man had managed to find, and as his cock rubbed over that exquisite place, she writhed and moaned uncontrollably.
Bliss detonated inside her as his cock hammered, his groans and grunts of male excitement growing higher. An explosion of satisfaction slammed her, and she screamed as her pussy clenched and released over the iron-hard heat moving inside her. Sean groaned deep in his throat, his cock pulsing as he thrust deep one last time and climaxed.
As they melted together, she knew one thing with absolute certainty. She’d fallen hard for Sean.
When Eve left a sleeping Sean, she did it to start the coffee and grab the paper. Wearing her sloppiest blue sweats, her hair tangled from sleep and wild sex, she went into the kitchen and prepared her favorite European roast coffee. She smiled as she remembered the sex that had started in the kitchen and restarted in the bed not long after. Wow. They’d had sex three times last night, and not only was she a little sore, she felt good from one end of her body to the other. Her grin wouldn’t vanish, fueled by the knowledge Sean cared for her the way no man had before. She looked forward to spending more time with him. They had the whole weekend to make love, to—
Wait. She couldn’t get ahead of the ball game. She didn’t know what he had planned, and she needed to run several errands.
One minute at a time, Eve. One minute at a time.
Sean swaggered into the kitchen clad in nothing but his boxer briefs, and she almost groaned at the sight of all that mussed, gorgeous masculinity striding toward her.
He smiled. “Morning.”
“Morning.” She cleared her throat. “I’m making some coffee. Should be done in a minute. I can make some breakfast, too.”
He slipped his arms around her, surrounding Eve with delicious warmth she couldn’t resist. “Sounds great. We need to talk, though.”
Uh, oh.
In her experience, that statement often meant listening to something she didn’t want to hear. “Oh?”
“Yeah.”
He nuzzled her hair instead of talking. She drew in his wonderful scent and sighed. God, she loved this. Tears came to her eyes, and she realized she’d never experienced these feelings for a man this intensely. Caring and warm appreciation and overwhelming, wrenching love. For a wild moment she couldn’t remember the loneliness she’d harbored inside. Couldn’t remember what it ever felt like before Sean entered her life.
And she was wholly, wretchedly terrified of losing it all.
She shifted until his arms fell away, and she watched him. His face held incredible strength asleep or awake, his beautiful masculine chest moving up and down with each deep breath. She could watch him like this forever. She couldn’t resist and reached out to palm his hard pecs and slowly brushed over his incredible six pack stomach. Her body quivered in renewed arousal.
He drew in a harsh breath, and she smiled.
“Hey, what are you doing?” he asked with a smile.
“Checking out what a dancer at Male Call feels like.”
His mouth covered hers and passion flared in her belly as Sean’s mouth rocked over hers. His tongue plunged deep and started a sexual rhythm that echoed in her loins. Hot. Hungry. A beast she couldn’t deny and didn’t want to.
When he let her up for air, she gazed into the dreamy expression in his eyes. “I’m loving every minute of this.”
His eyebrows winged up. “That’s good to know. Look, there’s a big question I have to ask you. You don’t have to answer right away.” His brow furrowed, a worried expression in his eyes.
She slipped her fingers through his short clipped hair, memorizing the sight of him as if he might disappear any moment. “All right. Sounds serious.”
He nodded. “It is. How do you see our relationship going from here? I know we were just friends before I left for the desert, but the way I feel now…”
Her heart leapt, a wash of possibility and beauty hovering just beyond her touch. “That isn’t something I expect to hear a man saying.”
For a second he looked perplexed, then he said, “You haven’t known the right kind of men.”
Her lips quirked upward. “Not until now.”
He went silent for a short time, then continued. “My commanding officer said we’ll be deployed within six months or less on another rotation.”
Her heartbeat slowed, or at least that’s what it seemed like. She’d known, even if only in the back of her mind, that this could happen.
“Oh,” she said, her mind a jumble.
“Oh? That’s all you can say?”
She closed her eyes as hot tears assaulted her. She kept them closed, too afraid to confront his expression. “I know it’s your job. I just…the thought of you going back there when you’ve been hurt once…”
She opened her eyes and the tears flowed whether she wanted them to or not.
His eyes went soft and warm, and his arms tightened around her waist. “Hey, it’s all right.” He kissed her forehead. “Please don’t cry. Since I’m a reservist there is just as much chance they won’t call me up again. But with the way things are going, there’s no way to say for certain.”
She nodded. “I know. I’m sorry. I’ve never felt like this before, and I’m afraid it’ll turn out to be a dream, and I’ll wake up and you won’t be there.”
“Hell, that’s my biggest nightmare, Eve. That I’ll wake up and discover I’m still in Iraq and I didn’t just have the greatest night of my life.”
Joy overruled her fears and her tears turned to happiness. “I feel the same way. I don’t want to be without you.”
Relief flashed over his face. “Good. I realized how much you mean to me when I was out in that desert. I realized that I’ve waited far too long to tell you. Life is too short to pretend, Eve. I’m falling in love with you. Hell, I’m in love with you. I know this is fast, and I don’t want to scare you. But if I have to leave again for Iraq, I want y
ou…” He took a shuddering, deep breath. “I don’t want to leave here without you as my wife. Marry me, Eve.”
Her breath caught in her throat as she looked up at him, and she thought she’d never heard more beautiful words in her entire life.
Words spilled from him in a rush. “Like I said, I know this is quick, but—”
She cut him off with a kiss.
When they surfaced, she said, “Yes.”
A huge smile broke over his lips. “Yes? Yes you’ll marry me?”
“One hundred percent, absolutely yes.”
His mouth took hers once more, and they didn’t have that coffee until quite a bit later.
Epilogue
One Year Later
Eve stood in the parking lot of the army base, waiting for Sean’s bus to arrive. Nervous excitement danced in her stomach. Other women around her waited as well, their arms filled with flowers or children—all of them gifts for the men who returned. A few men stood waiting for their warrior wives to come home.
When she’d married Sean in a small ceremony a month after he’d proposed, some people maintained they’d moved too quickly and that hasty marriages never made for lasting love. She knew, in their case, that nothing could be further from the truth. Sean had been called back with his unit in less than two months after they married, and she knew that being his wife now, rather than waiting, was the best thing she’d ever done.
Many a night, after a hard day at work, she’d opened his new letters and read his love on every single page. They could have graduated to email, but decided they wanted to keep the tone of how they’d fallen in love in the first place. Letters seemed more personal. More lasting. They’d have each other’s letter to cherish forever.
She glanced down at the sparkling wedding ring set on her finger and felt a spiral of pride rise up inside. The sound of vehicles rumbling down the road toward her caught her attention.
Finally, several buses lumbered into the parking lot, and her heart leapt with uncontainable anticipation and happiness. She’d waited for this moment for so long. It took forever for the buses to unload, or at least it felt that way to her. When she saw Sean’s distinctive walk, she recognized him in a sea of desert camo clothing. At this distance, all soldiers often appeared the same. But not him. Not to her.
Eve saw Sean searching the crowd of joyous greeters, and she headed for him at a run. When he saw her, he quickened his pace and a huge grin split his face. He dropped his duffle bag on the ground as she launched into his arms. When he kissed her, the love that spread through her ignited a fire inside she knew could never be extinguished. The kiss went on and on, a carnal excitement erupting between them. She didn’t care how the kiss looked, and apparently neither did he.
When they parted, he held her close, his forehead against hers. “God, I missed you. I love you so much.”
“I love you, Sean,” she whispered. “Welcome home, soldier.”
“Good to be home, wife. Wanna go home, and I’ll show you some of my maneuvers?”
She laughed. “Oh, God. Please do. I’ve been dying to see your heavy artillery for the longest time.”
He threw back his head and laughed, but no one paid any attention. They were too busy enjoying their own personal reunions.
He released her and picked up his duffle. As they walked toward their car, a peace deeper than anything she’d known settled over her. Her soldier had come home safe and sound, and they had their whole lives ahead to share.
About the Author
Denise A. Agnew is the best selling author of over 65 novels. Denise has written paranormal, contemporary, fantasy, historical, erotic romance, romantic suspense and horror. Her novels Blackout and Love From The Ashes were optioned for television/film by Where’s Lucy? Productions. Denise is also a paranormal investigator, Reiki Master, Certified Creativity Coach and movie/television producer with Happy Catastrophe Productions.
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