“I don’t know. This is a week away from reality. We shouldn’t be making promises or anything. This could all just end when we land back intheUS.”
“Do you want thistoend?”
She suddenly wanted to shove something in his mouth. Tie his hands behind his back and suck him off until he came down her throat. But that would only buy her another hour. Three if they had a post-sexnap.
Quinn wasn’t going to be distracted from this question, and deep down, she wanted to answer it—even if the full answer would probably cement the end of their little fling. “No,” she finally admitted. “I wish it didn’t need to end. But we don’t…Idon’t do relationships. The truth is, I’m a pretty shitty girlfriend. I want…well, you know what I want. I like to be in control, and I’ve got a lot of rules. That doesn’t translate well outside of thebedroom.”
“It hasn’t in the past, you mean. It’s translated just finethisweek.”
She narrowed her eyes. “This week is the exception, because I knew up front that it would just be sex. Don’t do that re-framing thing on me. I’m not some young troop that needs to have their point of view re-adjusted.”
He cocked one eyebrow. “No…not a young troop. But it’s been my experience that senior NCOs can sometimes get stuck in routines that aren’tideal.”
“Do not jargon me.” She pointed her finger at him. “Come on. Get naked or get your sandals on. We can either fuck or go foraswim.”
“I wanttotalk.”
She jumped up. “Well, Idon’t.”
“Fine.” He gave her a slow up and down. “Let’s have sex. But let me top for real.” He lowered his voice to just above a whisper. “Give yourself over to me, Leah. Let go of that tight hold oncontrol.”
