love to.”
We spent the day touring the site. The chow tent was always busy and had a line out the door as they served people every hour of the day. The school tent was filled with smiling children, and the medical services tent was overwhelmed. There was so much need here.
“They pick up new clothing over there,” Liberty pointed to a long, slender tent, “and we teach skills in that tent. We’re hoping to set the women up with a way to make their own incomes.”
“Amazing.” It was. All of it.
“And this is where I work.” Liberty laced her fingers with mine and led me down the path to a separate tent. We pushed past the heavy mosquito netting, and the room opened up to include several private bays. Liberty excused herself for a second to check in with her supervisor, and I took in the details of the facility.
There was a line…and I had stolen one of their providers.
“Do you need to work?” I asked as she came back over, noting the people who filled the open area. “I can wait.”
“Not today.” She took my hand. “If I only get twenty-four hours with you, then I’m taking them. Besides, I can only see patients supervised, so I’m not really putting anyone out by taking the day off.”
She fed me lunch, and I made a mental note to donate money immediately.
By the time the afternoon came around, so did the clouds, so I checked in with my pilot, who gave me a heads-up that we might have to leave sooner than planned if the rest of the front moved in.
“Anything else you’d like to show me?” I asked Liberty as we strolled past the living quarters.
“Yes.” She grinned, then yanked me inside a tent I recognized because my pack was in the corner.
“I’ve already seen this one,” I smirked.
She pushed my chest, and I fell backward, landing on the incredibly hard surface of her cot.
“Holy shit, this must be like sleeping on stone,” I cursed.
“Shut up.” She slid over my lap, straddling me, and I forgot all about the cot, the tent, the whole damned world. None of it mattered when she was in my arms.
“We should talk.” My hands slid to her ass, and I groaned at the feel of the curves under her shorts.
“That didn’t go too well last time.” She gripped the back of my neck as her eyes dropped to my lips.
“Yeah, I know.” My chest lit off with an excruciating ache, just thinking about how we’d left things back in North Carolina. But I was here now, and even if it was just for the next few hours, we could push the hurt away. We could grab the moments where they counted. “But there are things we need to say.”
“Later,” she said against my lips. “I swear I’m going to die if you don’t kiss me right now, Nixon Noble.”
We needed to talk. I needed to tell her the decision I’d made regarding that contract. We needed to sort out what was going on between us.
She kissed the shit out of me, and I forgot all about using my mouth to talk. I cupped the back of her head and took her deep, sinking into her mouth with an urgency that roared through my blood.
Fuck, yes. There was no gentle ease about this. No romantic, lingering sigh. This was hunger, pure and simple. She tugged at my hair. I threaded my fingers through the hair at the nape of her neck, spearing into the little bun she’d woven it into. Then I pulled, breaking the kiss and exposing her neck.
I licked down the line of her throat, tasting salt and that sweet, heady taste that was Liberty.
“Nixon,” she groaned, rocking her hips against me, but not quite reaching my cock with her belly between us.
I grabbed a handful of her ass and sucked at the swell of her breast. “You are so fucking sexy,” I said against her damp skin.
She pivoted, swinging her leg over so she sat in my lap, then didn’t pause a heartbeat before reaching past my waistband and gripping my cock with her fingers.
“Fuck,” I moaned. She was going to have me mindless in the next thirty seconds if I wasn’t careful. I wanted her too badly, and she tasted too good.
I reached between her thighs, then dipped beneath her hemline—oh hell yes. She was dripping wet and so slippery that my fingers parted her folds and thrust inside her with