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tanned thigh. He ran his tongue over the line, just a few inches below her sex, where her fatigue shorts would end and her tan disappeared, giving way to pale, ivory skin.
Samantha clutched his shoulder as he straightened. He thought her heart would pound right out of her chest when he kissed her satin-covered mound. She brought her fist down on his shoulder when he kept rising. Quickly, he slid away from the spot she wanted him to kiss again. He ran his mouth over her belly, her ribs, felt a smile form in response to her pique. He laughed softly.
“Son of a...” she blurted out hoarsely. The voice didn’t even sound like hers.
“Something you wanted, Corporal?” David teased, mouthing her ribs then tracing the edge of them with his tongue.
“Yeah—my bowie knife. For starters.”
“What a savage lover you are, Corporal,” David breathed against her skin. “Remind me to never really piss you off.”
“...whole damn town full of sex-crazed virgins...”
His laughter doubled but he ignored her grumbling to enjoy her frustration. Knowing he was exciting her and excitement was making her edgy, and it would make her fulfillment, when it came, sweeter.
He slid his hands under her arms and lifted her easily. He lay her back on the bed. She watched him, trusted her body to him without question. Her remarkable cinnamon eyes were bright and intent. Her lower lip caught between her teeth as he slowly, teasingly slid his shirt off and dropped it on the floor beside her dress. Lifting her foot, he slipped off her sandal, kissed her ankle then licked the pink polish on her toes. Her beauty was always so artless and he’d been incredibly turned on that morning when he’d glanced down at her feet and realized she indulged in such an intriguing enhancement of her loveliness.
Then he lay down beside her. He looked at his hand on her belly, how he eclipsed her, rough against her smoothness. Dark and scarred against her perfection. Then, unable to resist any longer, he slid his hand up and held a satin-clad breast. Molding the firm, lush flesh, he felt a tremor take her and heard her breath break. Her sharp fingernails stung the back of his head. Bending to her, he kissed her through her bra, dragged his teeth across her breast then stabbed at her rising nipple with his tongue until she shook.
Lights flashed before his eyes and he blinked. Samantha lifted her head and looked around the room.
“Did you see that?” he asked suddenly and stared at a lamp, sitting on a large, wooden night table. All the lights in the room flashed again, twice in a row. He heard an insistent, high pitched beeping sound.
“Shit on a...” David blurted out. He stared down at his hand on her breast with open regret then stood up and grabbed his shirt off the floor. “Generator kicked it,” he bitched as he drew on his shirt. “And the alarm means there’s something wrong with the electrical flow.” He looked down at Samantha. At her sweet curves, displayed so provocatively and available. He seriously considered letting the whole damn system fry itself out. “We need electricity to keep the water pump working. Call me soft but I like indoor plumbing,” he added with a note of self disgust.
Samantha sighed but sat up. “Need help fixing it?”
“No. Ah to hell with it,” David bit out, tore off his shirt again and reached for her.
“Then get it fixed, troop,” she ordered firmly. Standing up, she retrieved her dress. “Take care of whatever needs taking care of. I’ll be here when you’re done. Trust me,” she added adamantly and got dressed.
David watched her disappearing curves with a mounting frustration he could barely contain. Then he turned on his heel and hurried out to the utility room.
Chapter Four
A little while later, the ladder behind David rattled. He turned around to see the top of Samantha’s head pop above the access hatch on the steel walkway that surrounded the perimeter of the solar-panel field out
Samantha clutched his shoulder as he straightened. He thought her heart would pound right out of her chest when he kissed her satin-covered mound. She brought her fist down on his shoulder when he kept rising. Quickly, he slid away from the spot she wanted him to kiss again. He ran his mouth over her belly, her ribs, felt a smile form in response to her pique. He laughed softly.
“Son of a...” she blurted out hoarsely. The voice didn’t even sound like hers.
“Something you wanted, Corporal?” David teased, mouthing her ribs then tracing the edge of them with his tongue.
“Yeah—my bowie knife. For starters.”
“What a savage lover you are, Corporal,” David breathed against her skin. “Remind me to never really piss you off.”
“...whole damn town full of sex-crazed virgins...”
His laughter doubled but he ignored her grumbling to enjoy her frustration. Knowing he was exciting her and excitement was making her edgy, and it would make her fulfillment, when it came, sweeter.
He slid his hands under her arms and lifted her easily. He lay her back on the bed. She watched him, trusted her body to him without question. Her remarkable cinnamon eyes were bright and intent. Her lower lip caught between her teeth as he slowly, teasingly slid his shirt off and dropped it on the floor beside her dress. Lifting her foot, he slipped off her sandal, kissed her ankle then licked the pink polish on her toes. Her beauty was always so artless and he’d been incredibly turned on that morning when he’d glanced down at her feet and realized she indulged in such an intriguing enhancement of her loveliness.
Then he lay down beside her. He looked at his hand on her belly, how he eclipsed her, rough against her smoothness. Dark and scarred against her perfection. Then, unable to resist any longer, he slid his hand up and held a satin-clad breast. Molding the firm, lush flesh, he felt a tremor take her and heard her breath break. Her sharp fingernails stung the back of his head. Bending to her, he kissed her through her bra, dragged his teeth across her breast then stabbed at her rising nipple with his tongue until she shook.
Lights flashed before his eyes and he blinked. Samantha lifted her head and looked around the room.
“Did you see that?” he asked suddenly and stared at a lamp, sitting on a large, wooden night table. All the lights in the room flashed again, twice in a row. He heard an insistent, high pitched beeping sound.
“Shit on a...” David blurted out. He stared down at his hand on her breast with open regret then stood up and grabbed his shirt off the floor. “Generator kicked it,” he bitched as he drew on his shirt. “And the alarm means there’s something wrong with the electrical flow.” He looked down at Samantha. At her sweet curves, displayed so provocatively and available. He seriously considered letting the whole damn system fry itself out. “We need electricity to keep the water pump working. Call me soft but I like indoor plumbing,” he added with a note of self disgust.
Samantha sighed but sat up. “Need help fixing it?”
“No. Ah to hell with it,” David bit out, tore off his shirt again and reached for her.
“Then get it fixed, troop,” she ordered firmly. Standing up, she retrieved her dress. “Take care of whatever needs taking care of. I’ll be here when you’re done. Trust me,” she added adamantly and got dressed.
David watched her disappearing curves with a mounting frustration he could barely contain. Then he turned on his heel and hurried out to the utility room.
Chapter Four
A little while later, the ladder behind David rattled. He turned around to see the top of Samantha’s head pop above the access hatch on the steel walkway that surrounded the perimeter of the solar-panel field out
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