shirt and cammie trousers into a sparkly white ball gown, and her bloodstained boots into glass slippers, she was just going to have to make the best of it.
Kirby needn’t have worried.
She’d no sooner walked in the door when he stood up from the too-short couch he’d been lying on, pulled her into his arms, and before she could utter a word of welcome or protest, took her mouth.
The shock was instant and reverberated through her like a nuclear blast.
“I need to take a shower,” she managed to say as his ravenous mouth created havoc with every cell in her body.
“Later.” His teeth nipped at her lower lip.
“Later.” Refusing to stop to think, Kirby twined her arms around his neck and pressed her body even tighter against his.
While she might not indulge in one-night stands, Kirby was no virgin. She’d had sex. Good sex. Even, on occasion, great sex. But she’d never experienced such instantaneous, raw, hot need.
Her mouth turned as greedy as his, as desperate. Swamped with sensations, drowning in desire, she let her head cloud and surrendered to the sensations caused by his hungry mouth and wickedly clever hands.
He was kissing her like he wanted to eat her up.
Which was exactly what Kirby wanted him to do.
“God, I want you.” His voice was thick and harsh as he roughened the kiss.
Because she was on the verge of coming—from a kiss! she thought through her spinning senses—she dragged her mouth from his.
“I can tell.” She drew in a deep breath that was meant to calm, but didn’t. “I just have one question.”
“I’ll tell you anything you want to know.” His hands moved down her body, skimming over her breasts before tackling her belt.
“Do you have any blood left in your head?”
He laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated through her. He pulled the belt through the loops and tossed it onto the floor. Then unzipped her BDU trousers and slipped a long, dark finger between her distressingly practical cotton nude-colored panties and her flame-hot skin.
Two fingers replaced the one, combing though the curls between her thighs before probing moist, feminine folds.
Somewhere in the distance, a mortar exploded, causing the trailer to shake.
As his thumb began doing incredible things to her tingling flesh, Kirby didn’t care.
Wanting to make him as needy as he was making her, she snaked her hand between their bodies and ripped open his own trousers. He was going commando, which made it so much easier to wrap her fingers around him.
He was hard as marble in her hand. But much, much hotter.
“You keep that up, Captain,” he groaned as her hand began to move, “and we’re going to have an early blastoff.”
“That works for me.” She tilted her head back, giving his wickedly clever mouth access to her throat.
“But not for me.” His tongue dampened the hollow where her pulse was hammering like a rabbit’s. “I’ve been thinking about this a long time and decided that I want to be in a bed the first time I’m inside you.”
“Ah.” Her body ached for release. “A traditionalist.”
“I’m a country boy.” His teeth closed on the lobe of her ear. “We’re real big on tradition.”
He was stroking her, inside and out, causing her legs to tremble and begin to go weak. “Though I’m up for swinging from the chandeliers in the Imperial Palace,” he said, “we’ve got forty-eight hours to work our way up to the kinky stuff.”
The idea of getting kinky with this man, along with the final flick of his wicked thumb, sent her over the edge.
Before the last of the ripples had faded, he pulled his head back.
Desire burned like flames in his eyes as he looked down into hers. “I’m considering changing my mind.”
That wasn’t what his body, which was grinding against hers, was saying.
“Oh?”
“Maybe the first time, I’ll take you in the shower.”
“That’s not too far from traditional,” she said breathlessly.
He released her, going down on
Kirby needn’t have worried.
She’d no sooner walked in the door when he stood up from the too-short couch he’d been lying on, pulled her into his arms, and before she could utter a word of welcome or protest, took her mouth.
The shock was instant and reverberated through her like a nuclear blast.
“I need to take a shower,” she managed to say as his ravenous mouth created havoc with every cell in her body.
“Later.” His teeth nipped at her lower lip.
“Later.” Refusing to stop to think, Kirby twined her arms around his neck and pressed her body even tighter against his.
While she might not indulge in one-night stands, Kirby was no virgin. She’d had sex. Good sex. Even, on occasion, great sex. But she’d never experienced such instantaneous, raw, hot need.
Her mouth turned as greedy as his, as desperate. Swamped with sensations, drowning in desire, she let her head cloud and surrendered to the sensations caused by his hungry mouth and wickedly clever hands.
He was kissing her like he wanted to eat her up.
Which was exactly what Kirby wanted him to do.
“God, I want you.” His voice was thick and harsh as he roughened the kiss.
Because she was on the verge of coming—from a kiss! she thought through her spinning senses—she dragged her mouth from his.
“I can tell.” She drew in a deep breath that was meant to calm, but didn’t. “I just have one question.”
“I’ll tell you anything you want to know.” His hands moved down her body, skimming over her breasts before tackling her belt.
“Do you have any blood left in your head?”
He laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated through her. He pulled the belt through the loops and tossed it onto the floor. Then unzipped her BDU trousers and slipped a long, dark finger between her distressingly practical cotton nude-colored panties and her flame-hot skin.
Two fingers replaced the one, combing though the curls between her thighs before probing moist, feminine folds.
Somewhere in the distance, a mortar exploded, causing the trailer to shake.
As his thumb began doing incredible things to her tingling flesh, Kirby didn’t care.
Wanting to make him as needy as he was making her, she snaked her hand between their bodies and ripped open his own trousers. He was going commando, which made it so much easier to wrap her fingers around him.
He was hard as marble in her hand. But much, much hotter.
“You keep that up, Captain,” he groaned as her hand began to move, “and we’re going to have an early blastoff.”
“That works for me.” She tilted her head back, giving his wickedly clever mouth access to her throat.
“But not for me.” His tongue dampened the hollow where her pulse was hammering like a rabbit’s. “I’ve been thinking about this a long time and decided that I want to be in a bed the first time I’m inside you.”
“Ah.” Her body ached for release. “A traditionalist.”
“I’m a country boy.” His teeth closed on the lobe of her ear. “We’re real big on tradition.”
He was stroking her, inside and out, causing her legs to tremble and begin to go weak. “Though I’m up for swinging from the chandeliers in the Imperial Palace,” he said, “we’ve got forty-eight hours to work our way up to the kinky stuff.”
The idea of getting kinky with this man, along with the final flick of his wicked thumb, sent her over the edge.
Before the last of the ripples had faded, he pulled his head back.
Desire burned like flames in his eyes as he looked down into hers. “I’m considering changing my mind.”
That wasn’t what his body, which was grinding against hers, was saying.
“Oh?”
“Maybe the first time, I’ll take you in the shower.”
“That’s not too far from traditional,” she said breathlessly.
He released her, going down on
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