She comes alive in my arms, her hands moving underneath my jacket, pulling my shirt out and moving up and down my sides, my back. She presses even closer to me, and I feel her hard nipples pressing against my chest. I know she can feel my cock stiffening, even through the thick layers of netting that make up the bottom half of her dress.
She meets my tongue with her own enthusiastic tongue. We whirl them together, licking, probing. I’m not just kissing her, I’m claiming her, fucking her mouth with my tongue, showing her what’s to come now she’s mine.
She moans low in her throat as I kiss down her neck and across the top of her shoulder. She throws her head back, and I run my tongue up the length of her neck. I pull her head back down, pressing my lips to hers again. I use my kiss to show her what she means to me, how much I love her, how much I fucking need her.
I hear one of the guys calling from behind me, telling me the car is here and it is time to go, but I don’t release my hold on Zoe. I need to finish this. I need her to know how much it kills me to leave her behind, even for a few days.
I wrap my arms around her shoulders, holding her close to me, and kiss her harder. She clings to me like she never wants to let me go, pressing my cock tighter against her.
I have to let go. I have to. I pull back, already missing the feel of her lips on mine, the feel of her tongue in my mouth. Her lips are red, swollen with desire. God, she looks so fuckable right now. I would give anything for just one more night. One night where I could fuck her and fuck her, where I could make her come for me over and over again. Where I could show her how much she drives me fucking wild. But I can’t. It’s time.
“I’ll be back before you even miss me,” I say.
She smiles sadly and shakes her head.
“I miss you already, Mac. I’ll be counting the days until you get back.”
She reaches out and brushes her hands across my cock.
“I’ll be thinking about what you’re going to do to me with this when you get back.”
“Oh Zoe, you have no fucking idea,” I say. “I have to go now. I love you.”
“I love you too,” she says.
I kiss her again, a quicker kiss this time, and then I step away from her.
“Be careful,” she warns me.
“Always.” I wink.
I follow the team to the waiting car. I turn back and wave at Zoe as I get in. She blows me a kiss. As we drive away, I look back once more, and the last thing I see, the last memory I have before I am whisked around the corner away from the church, away from the wedding, is my wife sitting on the bridge, sobbing.
It breaks my heart, and I vow to myself that whatever this mission is, it’s not going to take a full ten days. I need to get home, to be there when Zoe comes back from our honeymoon. If I have to do the mission on my own, I will, and I’ll be back for her.
CHAPTER TWELVE
ONE YEAR LATER
ZOE
I must be the only girl in the world who has been married for a year and is still a fucking virgin. It’s gotten to the point where it’s so ridiculous, I have to laugh about it, or I fear I’ll go mad from it all.
Georgie and I went to Hawaii and had our surfer’s vacation. I missed Mac so much it was like a physical ache inside of me, but I made the best of it, and I managed to enjoy the vacation. I came back knowing there was only three days to go until I saw Mac again. And I had more than enough to do to keep me occupied.
The day after I got back, Mac called me and dropped the biggest bombshell on me. The mission they were on had gone wrong. He wouldn’t give me too many details, but I knew he was in the middle of a war zone, he and the team having gone in to rescue some hostages. The rescue went wrong when someone leaked the plan, and one of his team was killed. And the opposition knew their identities and their location. They had to go into hiding and regroup and plan out a new strategy. He had no idea how long it would take, and while he didn’t come out and say it, I could hear in his voice that he didn’t think he’d be getting out of there alive.