“Do you want me, Katie?” he asks quietly. “Will you let me enjoy you tonight?”
I nod, nerves dancing in my belly. How on earth does this man find me attractive, with my extra rolls and cellulite? But when will I ever get the chance again? This feels like an opportunity not to be missed. To be caressed by him.
He unbuttons his shirt, each one revealing more golden skin. Ripped abs run down his torso, leading to the waistband of his pants. He removes his shoes and socks, then steps close to the bed.
I reach for his belt, release the catch, and pop his fly. He shoves his pants down. I’m eye level with his cock, thick and hard, gloriously unashamed. I swallow, then run my tongue over the head. He groans, his fingers twisting in my hair.
I take him in my mouth, slow and deep. His grip tightens as he rocks his hips. He’s big; it nudges the back of my throat. I breathe through my nose and try to relax my jaw. His thrusts speed up as he gets closer. With a shudder, he comes, hot and thick on my tongue.
I lick my lips and look up. “Did you enjoy that?” I purr.
“Enough to shoot my load in two seconds. It’s been a while. And you’re fucking electric.”
He arches a brow before flipping me onto all fours and easing my legs apart with his knee. Fingers trail over my ass, between my legs, then find my entrance. He teases until I squirm, then pushes two inside.
“Hell, you feel perfect,” he groans, pumping slowly until my knees buckle.
His hands grab my hips, pulling me back up. One claiming stroke, that’s all it takes, and he’s inside. My body locked onto his. Fuck, he’s thick, but my body yields. He pushes deeper.
I breathe through the stretch, everything aching as he moves. Long, deep thrusts that steal every coherent thought. Slick and wet, each rock is more intense than the last. It’s been years, but sex has never been like this. So damn deliciously agonizing.
We find our rhythm, pushing back against each other, our gasps mingling with wet arousal. I build first, sharp again, tight. My pussy clamps around him, my orgasm rolling through me. My arms give way, and I drop to the mattress. He follows, anchoring me between him and the bed, thrusting harder. Giving me no mercy.
Then the jerk. His frame tenses, and he roars. Pouring himself into me like no man has done before. Like he truly wanted to. Holding me hard against him until he’s empty.
Lance eases out, then scoops me up. He lays me in the bed before sliding in beside me. His arms wrap around my middle, and he nestles into my back. I’m caged in muscle and warmth, his heartbeat a steady reminder that he’s here.
I drift off into a dreamless sleep. Feeling safer than I have in years.
Chapter ten
Katie
The words are flying onto the page this morning, inspiration for my new novel erupting from me. Being fucked by a gorgeous soldier, nearly twenty years my junior, may have something to do with it. Major Lance McDonald is good for my soul.
He was gone when I woke this morning, but he left a cute note on the pillow.
Thank you for a fantastic night, Gorgeous.
Please say we can do it again xoxo
A big, dirty smile spreads across my face. He wants to see me again—he’s not running for the hills. I can’t believe my luck. After sprinting away from all the shit and heartbreak into the middle of nowhere, I find him.
Deep down, I know there can never be anything serious between us, but fun in my life feels overdue. I intend to enjoy him while I can.
My Saturday is spent writing and reading. Sprawled in front of the fire with my pen in hand, I discover my notebook is packed with scribbles. When inspiration strikes, I must write. Some of my best work has been written at the strangest times, in the most surreal places.
Once, while I was sitting on the toilet minding my own business, my lead character popped into my head to tell me his time was limited. This happened in a public facility, and the full-blown conversation with him in the cubicle, trying to convince him otherwise, was infuriating. When I emerged from the stall, two women were standing at the sinks, giving me disbelieving looks.
My afternoon is spent taking a walk in the woods with the rats. After hours of typing, the cold air slaps some sanity back into me. People aren’t lying when they say Scotland is freezing; padded jackets are a must in all seasons. Summer appeared and disappeared within the same week.
My phone beeps. His name lights up the screen, and my heart skips a beat.
Hey, Gorgeous. Hope you’re not missing me too much. What are your plans for this fine evening? xoxo
My mind automatically returns to last night. The feel of his hands, his body against mine. My sex clenches at the memory. What do I say without sounding needy?
Hello, Major. I’m just walking the rats. Heading home to sit with my feet up and eat chocolate. Had a wonderful day thinking about all our fun lastnight. Are you having a nice day with Hannah? xoxo