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“Trying to cool off a bit.” She gave him an innocent look, but there was a promise of something far more intimate in her tone.

“What we did last night. We agreed it was a one-time thing, right?”

She set down the container and the gleam in her eyes turned wicked. “Wow, I just came to bring you guys some lunch and look at you, wanting to change the terms of our agreement.”

He gave a frustrated growl. “Gemma, last night you were the one…wait, you know that’s not what…” he began, but his words of protest were lost on a moan when she pressed against him. Unable to fight the natural inclination to touch her as her heat gave him a raging hard-on, his hands circled her waist.

Torn between duty and pleasure, he looked at the woman in his arms. What the fuck was he doing? Christ, he needed to flee as much as he needed to stay. But when she swayed against him, her soft, coaxing body moving against his, and he caught the sexy, needy look on her face, he could feel his resolve melting around the edges.

Her fingers went to the third button and blood pounded through his veins. “I really only know of one way to battle the heat,” she murmured, her voice giving way to soft persuasion, “and that’s by getting undressed.”

Cole briefly closed his eyes in distress, but her sweet, strawberry-scented breath was so hot, so damn enticing on his neck he feared the situation was escalating beyond his power to stop it.

Sexual tension hung heavy and her voice was a low velvet seduction when she asked, “You wouldn’t want me to get heat stroke, would you?”

His fingers splayed over her back as her heat bombarded him. While he wanted to walk away, he hadn’t finished with her just yet, hadn’t even begun to get her out of his system. With need driving his actions, he crushed her against him. A low groan sounded in his throat. Okay, this wasn’t what Brandon and Audrey had in mind when they asked him to watch over her. But since he didn’t like or trust Douglas, being with Gemma this way was simply keeping her out of the hands of assholes like him, right? So really, in some twisted way he was protecting her.

Jesus Christ, how was that for logical reasoning at its worst?

“The guys,” he said, lust and need rising to the surface even though he was playing with fire. “They’ll be back.”

Undaunted she said, “Then we’d better hurry.”

Christ he didn’t want to hurry with her. He wanted to lay her out like a buffet and spend hours feasting on her. What he’d give to take his sweet time, to taste every inch of her body and savor every delicious crevice as he brought her to orgasm again and again. She shimmied against him and he sucked in a sharp breath, understanding when it came to her, he might be fighting a losing battle.

He grabbed her by the waist and backed her up, needing to answer the pull in his groin. With little finesse he spun her around and pressed her against the wall. Grabbing both her small hands in one of his, he pinned her arms above her head. His other hand went to her ass. An excited gasp rushed from her lips when he gave her a hard slap.

He whacked her again and when she angled her head to see him, he spotted lust in her eyes. “Cole,” she cried out, her voice sounding breathless. A tremor moved through her body as she called out his name, but from the way her cheeks were flushing to the way her hips were swaying, he knew it was from excitement, not fear.

He stroked her ass to soothe the sting left behind. That’s when he made a discovery that just about dropped him to his knees. “Jesus, you’re not wearing any panties.”

“That’s because you ripped them off last night, remember?”

His heart raced—okay, galloped—as he pictured her sweet pussy beneath that dress, waiting for his touch, his tongue, his cock. “You only have one pair?”

Her laugh was edgy, breathy as she blew a wispy bang from her forehead. “No, but they were my favorite.”

With his mouth close to her ear, he whispered, “I’ll replace them.” He gripped the hem of her dress and lifted it until her silky legs were exposed. He ran his hand along her inner thigh before driving his knee between her legs to spread them wider.

She moved urgently against his knee, grinding herself on him. Knowing he was hanging on by a frayed leash as it was, he slapped her ass again. “Stop it.”

Her loud moan echoed in the building as small beads of moisture broke out on her body. Cole pulled her hair off one shoulder and, as he kissed the crook of her neck, he breathed in her erotic fragrance.

“Is this why you came here today?” He pushed his cock against her ass, the depth of his desire for this woman more frightening than a field of land mines. “Is this what you wanted?”

“Oh, God.” She shivered under his invasive touch.

He trailed his hand up her thigh, until he could feel the heat of her sex. He pulled in a breath as desire twisted inside him. “Tell me, Gems. Tell me why you came here,” he demanded, needing in the most desperate ways to hear her say it.

“I came here because I wanted to feel you inside me again.”

Her sex fluttered against his finger and the lethal softness of her pussy had his body jerking with need. He brushed his finger over her clit, testing her, preparing her.

“So good,” she cried out, her hips moving, riding his finger.

Sensual overload fried his brain cells, knowing she was ready for him long before ever stepping foot in this hangar. He ripped open his pants and freed his cock. “Do you need it bad?”

“Real bad,” she murmured.

Even though having sex in the hangar was risky, inappropriate, he turned her around and hoisted her onto his hips. “Put your legs around me.” When her eyes met his, his heart lurched and his body trembled almost uncontrollably. Jesus, he’d never experienced such a bone-deep want before. The tang of her arousal reached his nostrils and suddenly the need to lose himself in her became so intense it was almost painful.

Muscles bunching, he pinned her against the wall and positioned his cock at her entrance. She wiggled her hips, teasing his crown in an inch. The second her moist heat seared his bulbous head, his lips crashed down on hers. He pitched forward, driving into her, hard, fast and fierce.

She gasped into his mouth and frantic with the need to fuck her again, he said, “Tell me to slow down, sweetheart. Tell me and I will.”

Her soft, sexy mewl curled around him. “Harder,” she cried out, bucking against him. “Faster.”

Sweet Jesus…

Moisture trickled between her breasts and he nearly sobbed with pleasure as he buried himself in her hot, tight sheath. Completely consumed by her and entirely lost in the moment, he began to pound into her—hot, hard strokes that had her screaming out his name.

Through her thin sundress her luscious nipples scraped against his chest. His mouth watered for a taste while some small, coherent part of his brain told him to stop. Told him this was fucking insane. He closed his eyes briefly, but when she wrapped her hands around his neck and said, “I love the way you fill me,” there was nothing he could do to pull back.

Her stomach quivered against his as she ran her nails over his flesh. Everything in her intimate touch fueled his desires. Concentrating on the points of pleasure, he listened to the sound of her throat working as she swallowed. He knew he was being rough, demanding—again—but, seriously, how much more could a guy take?

Primal instincts ruling his actions, he rode her harder. He powered into her until her walls tightened, her muscles clenching hard around him. A cry caught in her throat and a second later warm cream trickled down his cock. His dick throbbed, his balls tightened in response.

Heat surged through his veins and he inched back to look at her. The desire reflecting in her eyes as they met his instantly had him longing for things that weren’t meant to be his.

“Oh, God. You make it so good.” Her breath came in shallow bursts as her hips swayed. “No one has ever made me feel like this before.”

“Look at me,” he demanded.

Her lust-saturated eyes went back to his as she rode out her climax and there was no denying he loved watching her peak, loved knowing he could do this to her.

As her tremors subsided, she buried her face in his neck, her long lashes fluttering against his skin as their bodies rocked together. He sank every last inch into her and she pressed her lips to his shoulders. Her mouth was hot against his skin and it was all he could do to draw in air. She scraped her teeth over him and his body convulsed almost violently.

With basic elemental need taking over, he slammed once, twice, before angling his stance for deeper thrusts. He drove into her with such a force he feared they were going to break the wall. On the next thrust, he threw his head back and came on a growl, splashing his seed inside her. They stayed like that for a long time, his cock so snug inside her he never wanted to pull out. He finally stopped pulsing and the world around him began to right itself. Although, after a second round of sex with Gemma, he feared nothing would ever be right again.

She touched his cheek. “Hey,” she murmured. Warm contentment crossed her face and he felt a possessive tug on his emotions.

“Hey yourself.” He looked at the cold cement wall behind her and could hardly believe he’d fucked her here, in a rundown old army hangar. “Are you okay?”

“Better than okay.”

“I shouldn’t be taking you like this, Gems.” Not like this. Not with her.

“Maybe I like it like this.”

He opened his mouth and was about to tell her that next time it’d be different, that he’d go slower, but he slammed it shut again. There wasn’t going to be a third time. Hell, there wasn’t even supposed to be a second time, but for some goddamn reason he couldn’t seem to resist her.

His body tensed and, by small degrees, he pulled out of her. This was a very dangerous game they were playing. Her feet slid to the floor, her dress falling back over her legs. He looked around and when he saw her picnic basket he said, “We need to get you cleaned up.” He opened it, and pulled out some napkins. Her eyes never left his as he put his hand back between her legs to wipe her clean. He cleaned her thoroughly, then stuffed the napkin into his pocket to dispose of later.

She palmed his face and dropped a soft kiss onto his mouth. “Do you have any idea how sweet you are?”

He forced a laugh. “You must be mistaking me for someone else.” Hell, he wasn’t sweet. He was a selfish prick who was failing everyone around him. Cole fisted his hands. When had he become so fucking weak?

The sound of Josh’s truck pulling back into the yard kicked his thoughts back to the present. He zipped up his pants and gave Gemma a once-over to make sure she looked presentable. The last thing he wanted was for his comrades to know what he’d been doing with her in here.

She tucked a long dark lock of hair behind her ear and moistened her lips. “I’d better go.”

“Yeah,” he said, for lack of anything else as he raked shaky fingers through his damp hair.

“I’ll see you later, then.”

Cole stood there, barely able to think, let alone breathe, as she exited the hangar, a little extra sway to her pantiless ass. He gave a hard shake of his head. How the hell was he going to keep his distance
and
keep his cock in his pants? It was seriously time to put her out of his mind.

Before she left she popped another strawberry into her mouth and tossed him a devious smile. “Or should I say,
you’ll
be seeing
me
.”

Cole fisted his hair, his pulse pounding hard in the base of his throat. “Jesus, Gemma, what the hell am I going to do with you?”

Gemma turned back around to face him and said, “I’m looking forward to finding out.”

Chapter Six

The bell over the clinic door jingled and pulled Gemma’s attention. Sitting at the front counter with her assistant, she glanced up from the computer monitor. Her heart raced a little faster when she spotted Cole and his comrades walking into her reception area. Talk about sex in a uniform. Perched on the stool beside her, Victoria gave her a little nudge beneath the countertop, a squeak catching in her throat.

Gemma knew exactly how her assistant felt. The sight of those four sexy soldiers, all dressed in their army fatigues nonetheless, was like a serious case of testosterone overload.

Tamping down the sudden rush of heat zinging through her blood, Gemma pushed away from the monitor. She put on her best professional face and introduced Victoria to the men who were here to help with her cause.

After a round of greetings, Gemma waved her hand toward the door leading to the back shelter. “If you will all follow me, I’ll show you where the animals are kept. Each cage has a small doggy door that leads to a fenced-in grassy area out back, so perhaps it might be best if you introduced yourselves to the animals in their familiar surroundings before taking them to the base for training.”

Cole stepped up behind her. There was nothing she could do to ignore the tremor it elicited from deep within as his warmth and sheer virility reached out to her. His body was so close to hers sparks arced between them, so volatile and explosive she wondered if the others in the room could feel the energy.

She opened the door to the shelter and was greeted with a round of howls. She stepped up to her oldest and most gracious guest. “Hey, Nana, what’s all that barking about?” She bent as the men disbursed to examine the canines. Their military issue boots echoed on the cement floor as they walked down the long corridor.

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