I carefully walked over to the bedroom, making sure I didn’t accidentally bump into anything, then deposited him on the bed and stretched out next to him. Before I’d even fully relaxed, he’d fused our mouths together again.
His tongue slid against mine, exploring every inch of my mouth with an eagerness that only fueled the fire coursing through my veins. His hands found their way under my shirt, warm fingers dancing over my stomach, exploring the planes of my chest. I groaned into his mouth, never wanting this moment to end, while at the same time needing so much more.
I wanted to take my time with him, to savor every moment, but the way he was writhing against me, making these needy little whimpers in the back of his throat, was rapidly eroding my control. I tore my mouth from his, panting.
“Let me undress you,” I murmured against his lips. “I want to see all of you.”
He nodded and lifted his arms so I could pull his shirt off over his head. My breath caught at the sight of his pale skin, the smattering of freckles across his shoulders. I traced them reverently with my fingertips before leaning in to press a kiss to his collarbone.
Forest shivered and clutched at my shoulders. “Your turn,” he said, his voice rough with desire. But his hands were shaking as they reached for my shirt. I wasn’t sure if it was from nerves or excitement or his neurological issues, but it didn’t matter. I put mine on top of his, and together we removed my shirt and then our pants until we were both down to our underwear.
Forest’s hands were on me immediately, eagerly exploring the newly bared skin.
“You’re so sexy,” he breathed, his eyes dark with desire.
“Not nearly as sexy as you, sweetheart.”
He chuckled. “It’s not a competition.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. In the Army, everything is a competition.” I kissed him softly. “Though this is a contest I’m more than happy to lose.”
I took a moment to look at him, to take in every inch of him, to marvel that this gorgeous man was here with me, wanting me. The bulge straining against his boxer briefs left no doubt about his arousal.
I reached out and ran my hand over the front of his underwear, feeling him twitch at my touch. He let out a soft moan, his hips lifting into my hand. Encouraged by his reaction, I slipped my fingers beneath the waistband and drew them down his legs. His erection sprang free, and I eagerly wrapped my hand around him, feeling the velvet softness of his skin contrasting with the steely hardness underneath.
He let out a breathy moan, his head falling back against the pillow as I began to stroke him with long, slow pulls.
“You like that?” I murmured, rubbing my thumb over the sensitive head.
“Yes,” he gasped. “Don’t stop.”
I had no intention of stopping. I kept up the steady rhythm, twisting my wrist on the upstroke in a way that had him arching off the bed.
“Nash…”
“Yeah?”
“This will be over soon if you keep that up.”
I halted, searching his eyes. “Is that what you want?”
He bit his lip. “No.”
“Then what do you want, sweetheart?” Hell, he could ask for the moon right now, and I would do my best to give it to him.
“I want…” He blew out a shaky breath. “I want you to fuck me.”
His words sent a shiver through me, one that shook something deep inside me, awakening primal needs I hadn’t even been aware of. “Forest…”
“Don’t ask me if I’m sure. I know what I want.”
Okay then. “I would love nothing more.”
“Did you bring…supplies?”
“I did, actually.”
He flashed me a sexy grin. “Were you counting on getting lucky?”
