Dream of Me (10 page)
“You know damn well that you owe me an answer.”
His serious look was such a turn on. She tossed the bikini top at his head and darted up the staircase, the sounds of his steps matching hers for speed. Once inside their bedroom, she circled the bed, keeping the big mattress between them. “I told you, it’s a big decision. I might need time to think about—”
With quick steps belying his size, he darted around the end of the bed.
Ash let out a yelp and jumped onto the mattress. She stood in the center, facing him, a grin tugging at her mouth because his eyebrows were lowered in his scariest glare.
He feinted left, and she darted right. He snagged her ankle and toppled her flat onto the bed. In the blink of an eye, he was on top of her, trapping her with his weight.
Struggling only to put up a show, she groaned when his hand slid into her bikini bottoms and fingers slipped between her folds.
He arched a brow. “You like being captured.”
Going for a pissed-off look, she narrowed her gaze. But her body was telling its own story as her breaths grew ragged and her belly quivered.
Sam plunged two fingers inside and swirled, drawing down more moisture. Holding her hands above her head with one of his own, he scooted downward until his mouth hovered over a sharply aroused tip.
Impatient for his caress, Ash arched her back, raising her breast. His mouth closed around her nipple, and she bit her bottom lip to hold back a groan.
Still holding her wrists, Sam sucked and bit, flicked the tip until she was ready to scream, and then quickly moved across her chest to torture the other nipple.
For Ash, this was pure heaven—better than any dream. Soft down beneath her back, his hard body, growing harder, against her. She was lucky and she knew it—to have known two generous, loving men.
He released her hands and moved to the side, turned her with rough hands, then lifted her, not waiting for her to get her hands beneath her before he plied her pussy with the same wicked flicks and caresses.
Enjoying the slow burn of arousal, she stayed still, chest to mattress, a hand beneath her cheek. Then he rose and pushed his cock inside her, and she opened her eyes, stretching to look over her shoulder. “No condom?” They’d both had checkups in New Orleans before they’d left, so she knew they were both safe, still…
“Jax’s kid is gonna need a playmate,” he ground out as he began to pump inside her.
Heat spread through her belly. “But I haven’t said yes.”
“You will.”
Her mouth stretched. “This is your way of forcing my hand?”
“Just helping to narrow your choices.”
She gasped when he slowly circled his hips, screwing deeper and deeper inside her. “Gonna trap me with a baby, Sam?”
“Would you really mind so much?” He pumped his hips, delivering shortened strokes that raked her inner walls.
Her heart raced. “I wouldn’t mind at all…”
His hands smoothed over her bottom, then gripped the corners of her hips. His thrusts quickened. “Marry me.”
The harsh tone of his words excited her more. “Maybe.”
He thrust faster. “Anything you need, I’ll give it to you, Ash.”
“Then give me an orgasm,” she said, biting her lip again. “Do it now!” She came up on her arms and smiled when his hand fisted her hair, loving the wild freedom of their lovemaking.
His arms encircled her belly, and he pulled her. Still joined, he moved her thighs to spread wide over his as he knelt and bucked beneath her. In this position, he smoothed his hands from her breasts to her sex. Fingers rubbed across her clit.
Tingles danced along her skin. Ash reached both hands behind her to grip his head. She tilted back and moaned as he nipped her earlobe and the tender corner of her neck.
He pinched her clit, making her cry out, and she froze. Pleasure vibrated through her, radiating outward from her core. When she could breathe again, she turned her head. Sam kissed her—a kiss that demanded, his tongue plunging deep to declare possession. When they moved apart, she opened her eyes.
He kissed the tip of her nose. “Marry me.”
Pliant and quivering in the aftermath, she sighed out a long breath, and said, “Yes.”
Sam surged upward with a muffled shout. Warmth spilled inside her. “No going back, now,” he whispered.
Pulse beating double time, she lowered her arms and slid her hands over his, still hugging her belly. “I don’t want to. I’m yours.”
Sam lifted her from his body, and then settled them both on the bed. They lay on their sides, hands stroking each other’s hot skin. She smoothed one over his heart. “I love you.”
His smile was tired, his eyes a little wet. “I don’t want you to be worried about losing us. I’m willing to take a desk job. Might mean we’ll have to move to corporate headquarters in Dallas.”
A frown wrinkled her forehead. “You love what you do.”
“I love you more.”
Ash leaned forward to kiss his mouth. “I don’t need you to change for me. I’ll be here, waiting every time you leave, but I won’t be standing still. I won’t be wasting time on dreams, regretting us. We have friends I can lean on. In time, we’ll have family for me to care for. I’ll be busy. Fulfilled.” She intertwined her fingers with his and placed their joined hands over her heart. “And I’ll cherish each and every minute we’re together.”
Sam pulled her closer and eased her head against his shoulder. “I knew the minute I saw you, that things would be changing. I don’t want to sound too cheesy…”
Loving these sentimental moments, she ducked her head and smiled. “Go ahead, I’ve already beat you there.”
“Baby, you complete me.” He caressed her hip in slow circles. “Sounds selfish, and I’m pretty sure I heard it in a movie, but I didn’t understand what that felt like exactly. I need you in my life.”
She snuggled against his strong chest, breathing in his scent and listening as his breaths slowed and deepened. And just as she was drifting into sleep, she felt Marc’s presence, like a distant echo, slowly fading. Her dreams turned toward a bright future, filled with family and sunshine. Contented, she slept, a smile on her lips.
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W
olf hated the
wait. Especially in the white-hot heat. Even at this elevation, the sun was merciless. Hot wind gusting through the pass provided no relief.
Sweat dripped from his hair down the side of his cheek, but he ignored it. His muscles cramped. His eyes grew dry. And still he kept staring through the scope of his Macmillan Tac-50, watching the long line of insurgents trudge along the goat trail of a road below his position. Waiting for them to get close enough…
“A thousand yards. They’re coming within range,” came the voice of the mission commander through the COMM in his ear.
Wolf reached for his box magazine, sitting on a rock beside him. He’d been heating the rounds in the sun to increase their range, but now, the time had come to lock and load.
Below were a couple dozen of the enemy, seemingly unaware of the weapons trained on them from above. All fresh from a battle in Ghazni. Intel said his target, Khalil Alam, would be among the group. So far, he’d searched every face but hadn’t found one that perfectly matched the grainy photo lying beside his mat.
The soldiers were all dark-haired. All wore beards or had the lower halves of their faces covered by cloths. His mark should be a little taller and gaunt. He’d spent months hiding in the mountains, orchestrating attacks from afar—a high-ranking Taliban commander who’d stepped out of the shadows to lead their latest attack, which left half a dozen Marines dead and fifteen more wounded, some maimed for life.
Again, the silence was broken. “Crosswind from the east.”
Wolf didn’t have the luxury of waiting for the wind to die down. He might have only one shot. One kill. If he was lucky.
Beside him, his spotter shifted, crunching the sand. “I see him,” he whispered into his mike, although they were nearly a mile away from the rag-tag army ambling through the mountain pass. “He’ll be coming over the hill, facing you. Best time to clip him. Nine hundred twenty yards.”