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it made her tremble. “Everything…meaning?” Did he want to marry her?
“Tell me you love me.”
Emotions warred against one another, hope and tenderness, disappointment and desire. She wanted to tell him, she really did, but the words strangled in her throat.
“Admit it, Liv.” And then, almost desperate he implored, “Tell me.”
What did it matter? He obviously already knew. In the long run, it wouldn’t change anything. As he’d said, he couldn’t leave the air force, and she couldn’t survive as a military wife, alone and lonely, always filled with worry.
But in the short run…?
They could make memories hot enough to carry them through the endless winter nights to come. At the moment, that’s what she wanted most. Tomorrow, next week, next year—every long night that she spent without him—could be dealt with later.
Meeting his fierce gaze, Liv nodded. “Yes. I love you, Lieutenant Colonel Hamilton Wulf.”
The change in him was astounding. One moment she was on his lap, and in the next, he’d blown out the candle and stood.
Holding her in his arms as if she weighed nothing at all, he asked, “What about Jack?”
The dog stared up at them anxiously.
Even now, with lust bright in his eyes, Ham had the consideration to think of her pet. Could there be a more big-hearted, strong, compassionate man anywhere?
Liv wanted to melt. She wanted to change the future so she could have him forever. She wanted him over her, inside her, loving her as much as she loved him.
“Jack often sleeps under my bed when it storms. Of course, I’ve never had a man sleeping with me while he was under there, but—”
Hamilton squeezed her for that admission, his expression wild with possessiveness. “C’mon Jack,” he ordered in a voice rich with haste. “Time for bed.”
The dog bounded up and loped after them as Ham strode for her bedroom. She’d had several years of buildup to this moment, which left her already primed and anxious and prepared.
Teasing Ham’s neck with her fingertips, she asked, “What if he won’t settle down with us doing…you know?”
Ham watched her with deep concentration while hislong strides drew them nearer and nearer to her bed. “He might as well get used to me now.” And then, after a firm kiss, “I’m not going anywhere.”
Liv started to object, to explain that the dog didn’t need to get used to him because he’d be heading back to the air force in two weeks—back to his duty, and out of her life.
But Ham took her mouth again, and didn’t stop kissing her until he stood beside her bed. He laid her flat on her back, took precious seconds to rid himself of his boots and socks, and then his weight pressed her down and his hand slid inside her sweatshirt, boldly cupping a breast.
Liv forgot whatever she’d wanted to say.
P RESSED BY URGENCY , by the endless fantasy and unrelenting desire to make her his own, Ham covered her breast…and groaned. God, she felt good. His thumb found her nipple, already peaked, achingly tight, and he gently stroked, aware of the ripple of pleasure that ran through her. He felt almost violent in his need.
He deepened his kiss, savoring the taste of her on his mouth, the moist silky heat of her curious tongue. His hips pressed down and in and she gave a high, female moan of pleasure.
“Open your legs.”
She did, anxiously spreading them wide so that hiships settled between and he could feel her heat cradling him. She lifted up, increasing the pressure, moving, stroking him.
“God almighty, it’s too much.” Eyes closed, he strained his upper body away from her, wedging his lower body closer.
“Ham,” she said on a near wail, her fingers knotted in the coverlet, her head tipping back.
He loved seeing her like this. Hot for him. Nearly out of control. Rocking his hips in a rhythm that complemented her own, he watched her face and reveled in the heightened signs of desire and pleasure. Heat flushed her cheeks, and
“Tell me you love me.”
Emotions warred against one another, hope and tenderness, disappointment and desire. She wanted to tell him, she really did, but the words strangled in her throat.
“Admit it, Liv.” And then, almost desperate he implored, “Tell me.”
What did it matter? He obviously already knew. In the long run, it wouldn’t change anything. As he’d said, he couldn’t leave the air force, and she couldn’t survive as a military wife, alone and lonely, always filled with worry.
But in the short run…?
They could make memories hot enough to carry them through the endless winter nights to come. At the moment, that’s what she wanted most. Tomorrow, next week, next year—every long night that she spent without him—could be dealt with later.
Meeting his fierce gaze, Liv nodded. “Yes. I love you, Lieutenant Colonel Hamilton Wulf.”
The change in him was astounding. One moment she was on his lap, and in the next, he’d blown out the candle and stood.
Holding her in his arms as if she weighed nothing at all, he asked, “What about Jack?”
The dog stared up at them anxiously.
Even now, with lust bright in his eyes, Ham had the consideration to think of her pet. Could there be a more big-hearted, strong, compassionate man anywhere?
Liv wanted to melt. She wanted to change the future so she could have him forever. She wanted him over her, inside her, loving her as much as she loved him.
“Jack often sleeps under my bed when it storms. Of course, I’ve never had a man sleeping with me while he was under there, but—”
Hamilton squeezed her for that admission, his expression wild with possessiveness. “C’mon Jack,” he ordered in a voice rich with haste. “Time for bed.”
The dog bounded up and loped after them as Ham strode for her bedroom. She’d had several years of buildup to this moment, which left her already primed and anxious and prepared.
Teasing Ham’s neck with her fingertips, she asked, “What if he won’t settle down with us doing…you know?”
Ham watched her with deep concentration while hislong strides drew them nearer and nearer to her bed. “He might as well get used to me now.” And then, after a firm kiss, “I’m not going anywhere.”
Liv started to object, to explain that the dog didn’t need to get used to him because he’d be heading back to the air force in two weeks—back to his duty, and out of her life.
But Ham took her mouth again, and didn’t stop kissing her until he stood beside her bed. He laid her flat on her back, took precious seconds to rid himself of his boots and socks, and then his weight pressed her down and his hand slid inside her sweatshirt, boldly cupping a breast.
Liv forgot whatever she’d wanted to say.
P RESSED BY URGENCY , by the endless fantasy and unrelenting desire to make her his own, Ham covered her breast…and groaned. God, she felt good. His thumb found her nipple, already peaked, achingly tight, and he gently stroked, aware of the ripple of pleasure that ran through her. He felt almost violent in his need.
He deepened his kiss, savoring the taste of her on his mouth, the moist silky heat of her curious tongue. His hips pressed down and in and she gave a high, female moan of pleasure.
“Open your legs.”
She did, anxiously spreading them wide so that hiships settled between and he could feel her heat cradling him. She lifted up, increasing the pressure, moving, stroking him.
“God almighty, it’s too much.” Eyes closed, he strained his upper body away from her, wedging his lower body closer.
“Ham,” she said on a near wail, her fingers knotted in the coverlet, her head tipping back.
He loved seeing her like this. Hot for him. Nearly out of control. Rocking his hips in a rhythm that complemented her own, he watched her face and reveled in the heightened signs of desire and pleasure. Heat flushed her cheeks, and
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