“So do I. That’s why we can’t start now.” I kissed him again because I had to. He was my kryptonite. There was no resistance in me. None. Not when his big hands were on me, his taste was in my mouth, the feel of him was against me.
“How long does this training take?” he asked.
“A couple hours.” I could, perhaps, slip out early, but after the door ripping incident, probably not. “Then I’ll hit the showers, and I’ll be all yours.”
He stood without a word and let me go. All at once, I felt cold. Alone. He walked to the door and lifted it to the side so it was propped against the wall. “For one night.”
Nodding, I walked through the doorway ahead of him. “Yes. For one night.”
By now, the hallway was deserted. Thankfully. I didn’t see Melody or Denzel, but they could take care of themselves.
“It will be worth it.”
I meant to ask him what that meant, but the late-morning bell rang and the hallway quickly swarmed with cadets, going to their next class or practical session elsewhere on campus.
He stepped close, then leaned down so he could be heard. “What we did the other night, mate, was nothing.”
Oh shit. Any better than before and I would die of pleasure.