“Don’t you want to spend your last night with your family? I know you leave tomorrow to report on Monday.”
I glance at the clock and see it’s just after eight on Saturday night. “I’ve spent time with them, and now I want to spend time with you. I love my family, Shayne, but we’re used to this. They’re used to me being gone, but you and me, we’re still new, and I need as much of your time as you’re willing to give me before I head back to base.”
“I’m really going to miss you.” There’s a mist in her eyes that she tries hard to ignore as she blinks the tears away.
“You have no idea, beautiful.” I pull her into my arms and hold her close. “As much as I’d love to just stand here with you in my arms the rest of the night, we have a hotel suite with our name on it.”
“A hotel suite?”
“Dammit.” I shake my head. “I can’t believe I said that. It’s you. You’re too damn distracting.”
“You’re taking me to a hotel?”
“Yes. And before you say anything, I want you to know I just want some uninterrupted time with you. I don’t expect anything. Just your time.”
“Ford?”
“Shayne?”
“Are you done talking?”
“Um… yes?”
She throws her head back and laughs. “Good. Now go pack a bag. We have places to be.” She pushes on my chest, but I don’t move an inch.
“Shayne, I mean it. I just want to spend time with you.”
“That’s great. I’m glad, but I think we need to finish what we started in the truck the other night. This day has been the longest foreplay session of my life.”
“Right?” I laugh. “Running into one’s ex will do that to you.”
“Not that. But everything else. Every look. Every touch. I don’t know that I have the words to tell you how it feels to want you like I do.”
“You want me?” I ask. When I take a step toward her, she steps back. We repeat this step for step until her back hits my bedroom wall.
“Very much.” She nods, her voice breathy.
“This much?” I ask. I take her hand in mine and place it over the bulge in my cargo shorts.
“More.”
“Impossible.”
I keep my eyes locked on hers, even when I hear her lower the zipper on her jean shorts. I hold her gaze, those blue-green eyes commanding my attention. Even when she takes my hand in hers, noticing the slight tremor, I don’t look away. I stay focused on her when she slides my hand inside her tiny lace panties. My eyes are frozen on her, but my hand, well, it has a mind of its own as I trace my fingers through her folds, coating my fingers with her.
“For me?” I ask, even though I already know the answer.
“All for you.”
“We need to go. Now.” I say the words but make no move to pull my hand from her panties.
“We do,” she agrees, as my lips collide with hers.
Her taste explodes on my tongue as I slide a finger inside her. Her tongue meets mine stroke for stroke. It’s a heady feeling knowing that this need churning inside me is matched by hers for me.
“Oh,” she murmurs against my lips.
“Holy fuck,” I whisper. Resting my forehead on her shoulder, I try to get ahold of myself. This is not what was supposed to happen. We have a hotel suite waiting on us. I don’t want my parents witnessing our first time. But, fuck, I don’t know if I can stop.
“Ford?”
“Yeah, baby.”
“You okay?”
With herculean effort, I pull my hand out of her panties, and bring my finger to my mouth, and taste her for the first time. Fuck me. “Never been better. You ready?”
“Yes.”
I nod, giving myself some time to regain some control. “Before we leave, we need to be on the same page with something.”
“Okay?” Her voice is a little hesitant.
“I want you to be mine. You are mine. I want us to be exclusive. Just you and me. I know it’s a lot to ask, and I’m leaving, but I can’t—” I swallow hard. “I can’t go back not knowing that we have this settled. I can’t do my job worrying about whether or not you know how I feel about you.”
“How do you feel about me?”
“I’m falling hard and fast, Shayne. I want to see where we can take this connection of ours.”
“Okay.”
“Okay?”
“I’m yours. You’re mine. We’re exclusive.”
“Just like that?”
“Just like that.” She stands on her tiptoes and kisses the corner of my mouth. “Now, take me to this surprise.”
“My pleasure.”
“I’m hoping it will be our pleasure,” she replies huskily. My cock takes notice of the change in her voice. I don’t want to pressure her. I would be fine holding her all night, but the thought of being inside her, well, let’s just say I’m down for that as well.