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at each other. He had one hand on my hip but slowly brought it up my torso until he was cupping the side of my face.
“I want you so much it hurts,” he whispered. “Tell me what you want.”
“You, silly. Being with you like this is like a reward for ten years, seven months and twelve days of dreaming.”
“You’re my reward for nineteen years of sacrifice for my country.” He slowly dragged his lips along my jaw, pausing just before settling on my lips. “And I’m not waiting another second to claim you.”
Chapter Seventeen
Ace
I kissed her with far more passion than I’d ever used before. A whole decade of fantasies came true in that moment, because this was beautifully romantic and excruciatingly sensual. I wanted to rush and slow down all at once, which was confusing as hell. She was still fully dressed and I needed to be skin-on-skin with her immediately because I’d waited way too long for this. For her.
I reached out and slid up her dress, my hands resting on her thighs. “Will this come off by pulling it over your head or does it need to be unzipped?”
“Unzipped, unfortunately.” She sat up, turning her back to me. I unzipped her and stilled her hands when she got ready to take it off herself.
“Let me,” I whispered. “The first time I see you naked needs to be special.”
“Can you actually see me?”
“It’s getting light out. Hang on.” I got off the bed and moved to the windows, opening the curtains. We had a lower level room, so we had short, half-windows, but they let in plenty of light during the day. It was barely dawn now, but it wasn’t pitch-black out either, so I could see her well enough. I turned to her with a smile and held out my hands.
She got to her feet and reached for me.
“God, you’re beautiful,” I whispered. I was shirtless, wearing pajama bottoms I’d picked up specifically for this trip. Normally, I slept nude or in boxers, but I’d needed to be prepared for whatever happened between us, including nothing. Which meant pajamas, even though I normally hated them.
“So are you.” She reached out and gently ran her fingers along a scar on my shoulder. She traced a line with her fingers along my biceps, and then across my chest. She grazed her nails along my stomach, staring down at my torso with pure admiration. She worried her lower lip for a few seconds, before running her tongue over it, and my cock sprang to life immediately. Just watching the look in her eyes and the small smile playing on her lips was a huge turn-on.
“Is it my turn yet?” I asked her in a throaty whisper.
“Yes.” She let the front of the dress slip down a little but it was tight so it wouldn’t come off on its own, and I held out one hand to steady her as she stepped out of it. She was in nothing but a strapless bra and panties now, but her body was exactly as I’d envisioned it when I saw her in the dress last night: perfection. Her hips were round and full for someone as thin as she was, the indentation of her waist giving the illusion she was curvy, and her thighs were mouthwateringly shapely. Everything about her was flawless in my eyes, and my self-control was about to get lost in a big way.
I reached out to touch her, circling her small waist with my hands. There would be plenty of time for everything but right now, I needed to make contact until we were ready to take it further.
My phone buzzed and I turned, worried it was Chains; who else would be calling at this time of the morning?
“It might be Chance, waiting for you at the gym. It’s almost seven.” Her eyes twinkled with mirth as she all but read my mind.
“Hang on, let me tell him I’m not coming.” I grabbed the phone, typed a quick reply to Chance, and tossed it back on the bed. “Where were we?”
“You were going to make mad, passionate love to me,” she whispered.
“Nothing mad about it,” I said, drawing her close to me. “You told me once you didn’t care if you lived in a high-rise in the city or a hut on a beach… Is that still true?”
“Absolutely.”
“I don’t know where I’m going to be or what I’m going to be doing the next few years,” I said softly.