“I chose you because I like you exactly as you are.”
She seemed to think that over for a few seconds before relaxing. “You’re sure you don’t mind that these aren’t bigger?”
Cipher’s cock throbbed at the sight of her cupping her own breasts. “They’re perfect.” He leaned forward and kissed between them. “You’re perfect.”
She giggled as his mouth moved lower, and he smiled, wondering just how ticklish she was. He grazed his fingertips along her rib cage, and she erupted in a fit of laughter. Loving the sound of her laugh, he dragged his fingernails along her belly. She lost it, laughing so hard she fell forward onto him. He wrapped his arms around her as they dropped back onto the lounger. His heart hammered in his chest as he reveled in the feel of her body on his. He had waited so long for a mate, but it had been worth it.
She was worth it.
Brook sat up, her hands on his chest as she straddled his waist. Flushed and glassy-eyed with lust, she smiled down at him, and he knew in that moment he was a goner. Somehow, some way, he had found her. The one. The only one. He had never been the type to believe in fate but he had to wonder now. What were the odds that he would be the soldier sent to meet her?
“May I undress you?” she asked softly. “I want to see you.”
He nodded and sat up, his hands drifting lower to her bare bottom. She breathed harder as he caressed her curves. The urge to flip her over, spread her legs and bury his face in her pussy nearly overwhelmed him.
Still straddling him, she grasped the bottom of his shirt and pulled it free from his pants. Her nimble fingers moved along the row of buttons lining his shirt before she pushed it off his shoulders and dragged it down his arms. She pulled off his undershirt next and tossed it aside. Her eyes widened with appreciation at the sight of his bare chest. Her smaller hands were so warm and soft as they glided over his skin. She traced his battle scars, her face darkening with sympathy as she ran her fingers over each ridge and bump. “These must have hurt.”
“They did.” He gave in to the desire to feel her hair. Taking the end of her loose braid in hand, he uncurled the tie holding it together and let it fall to the floor. He unwound the long strands of her dark hair until they were free and hanging in waves around her shoulders and back. He brushed his fingers through them, enjoying the silky feel on his skin. “Will you wear this down for me?”
Her hands moved to his shoulders, and she leaned forward until her lips nearly touched his. “Yes.”
His mouth curved to a smile as she pressed her lush lips to his. Unpracticed and uncertain, she kissed him lightly at first. She grew bolder and flicked her tongue in a way that had him instantly opening to her, welcoming her exploration. She moaned into his mouth when her nipples touched his chest, and he gripped her waist, desperate to keep her right there.
“Cipher,” she whispered and rocked her body against his. His stiff cock tented the front of his pants and gave her something to rub against. He could already smell her arousal, could feel the heat of her through his pants. The thought of having her slick cunt gliding over his shaft left him dizzy with lust.
When her hands fumbled with his belt, he reached down to help her. She smiled shyly as their hands worked together to rid him of his pants only to have them get caught on his boots. He cursed under his breath, and she giggled, the sound so pure and sweet that his frustration fled. She shimmied down his body and off the chair. “Let me help.”
Leaning on his elbows, he watched as she knelt at his feet and unzipped his boots. She tugged them off and set them aside before peeling away his socks and placing them inside his boots. Taking hold of his pants, she pulled them the rest of the way off his legs. She folded and placed them on the floor next to his boots. Her tremulous gaze met his heated one as she grasped the waistband of his boxer-briefs and began to lower them.
She gasped when his cock sprang free. In a shocked and breathless rush,