“Did you fight in any wars?”
That last question had been tricky to answer, especially since he hadn’t grown up in a military family, and I didn’t know what his exposure had been, so I kept my answer pretty generic and quickly brought the conversation back to Duchess. Man, I was going to miss that kid. He’d somehow slipped under my emotional radar, which had been locked down for far too long.
When I left, I glanced over at the base commander’s house. Jaci’s car was now gone, and I had to suppress my rising anxietythat something could be wrong. Was Simon sick? Or maybe had a dentist appointment. When I realized what I was doing, I started listening to my grounding playlist. It helped me calm my thoughts just as I pulled into my parking space.
Maybe I’ll just stop by their place later. That gave me a few hours to come up with a good excuse to knock on their door. Something I hadn’t done the entire time I lived next to Becca.
When I returned home later that night, both Jaci and Becca’s vehicles were parked in the driveway. But today had been one of those days that had dragged on longer than usual, and I didn’t feel in the right headspace to go over.
New software had been installed for the intercom alert system during last night’s shift, and something got missed. A base-wide siren had tripped, sending the base into a brief lockdown. I’m surprised Becca had beaten me home. She’d been the maddest I’d ever seen her during our emergency briefing. When the bug had finally been rooted out and the proper code installed, I had to all but swear to her on my nonexistent firstborn’s life that something like that wouldn’t happen again.
Shit, I would not miss that part of my duties. Grabbing a cold beer from the fridge, I’d just turned down the hallway on my way to take a shower when I heard someone knocking on my door. For a split second I considered ignoring it. If it were work, they’d call or text. But what if it was Simon wanting to check on Duchess? Then I remembered it was well after nine o’clock. The kid was in bed by now.
Another round of persistent knocking rang out. Marching to the front door, I flung it open, ready to dress down whoever stood on the other side. Gobsmacked, I almost dropped the bottle of beer in my free hand. It was Jaci. Took me a moment to think straight as I looked over her shoulder to see if her son was with her.
When I returned my gaze to her face, the smile and the twinkle in her eyes had me doing a double take. No, Simon was most definitely not with his mother. Greedily, I drank her in. The curves I loved so much were lovingly encased in a dark blue knit dress, and her hair was half up, half down with loose tendrils brushing the top of her breasts.
“You going to invite me in, or are you going to stand there drooling all over yourself?” Jaci’s throaty whisper was like waving a red flag in front of a bull. I slammed my beer bottle down on the table my mother insisted I put next to the door and pulled her across the threshold, shutting and locking the door in a millisecond. I didn’t need to be asked twice, and I wasn’t of a mind to wait any longer for a second kiss as she grinned knowingly up at me.
But she beat me to it, her fingers grasped my shoulders, pulling me flush against her luscious body and hooked a leg around my waist. Could she be any more perfect? Her need of me matched mine, and I couldn’t remember ever thinking that about another woman.
This kiss differed from the first only because we both knew where it was leading. She moaned as I gently squeezed her waist, dragging my hands up along her sides and then filling my palms with her tits, gently squeezing her flesh as our tongues dueled. The hardening tips pushed through the heavy fabric begging for equal attention.
Everything about this woman felt so damn right I couldn’t decide where I wanted to touch next. But she decided for me as she broke our kiss. Bracing my forehead against hers, I rasped out, “You better have a good reason for that or--"
“Take me to the bedroom. Now.”
“A woman who knows what she wants. You know that’s hot, right?” I dip my head, and suck on her earlobe. She inhalesdeeply, then hisses as I lick and nip my way down her throat. “You like that, do you?”
She nods and then releases a soft moan. “Oh, so much.”
I pick her up by the waist, and she wraps her legs around mine, pressing herself against my aching cock. Now I let out a hiss. “Jaci, before we do this. I need to remind you I’m leaving soon, and your sister, she’s my boss even though it’s not for long. Tonight, this, what’s between us…it’s just for tonight.”
Jaci’s desire-softened gaze narrows on mine. Placing her warm fingers against the sides of my face, she says, “I know. Neither of us is looking for more. But this need for you, it’s…it’s--”
“I know, baby. It’s the same for me.” Pressing my mouth against hers, I kiss her until we’re both breathless. Squirming against me, she’s on fire, her heat radiating against my middle. Grinning, I turn toward my room and then, at the end of my bed, I stop as she slides down against me. “We need to get naked now.”
With a cheeky grin, Jaci pushed me gently, and I took a step back. But that’s all the space I’m willing to give. She unbuttons her blouse slowly, defiantly. “You’re playing with fire, and as much as I want to let you have your way, I think you can’t wait for me to be inside you.” Reaching behind my head, I grab my collar and pull my t-shirt off in one move.
Her eyes go wide, and she lets out a sexy little gasp. “You win.” In a blur of clothes dropping to the floor, she stands before me, her skin flushed, her curves calling out to be caressed. And all the while she wears a sultry smile.
I’m lost in the vision of her, her unique tantalizing scent I can’t wait to have on my tongue when she sits on the bed and scoots back until she reaches the headboard, her legs fall open exposing her wet pink flesh. Before I even touch her, I know once will not be enough. That for the first time in my life I’mconsidering more than a hook-up. I push down the unfamiliar feeling and climb over Jaci. I capture her lips in a quick kiss. “Protection?”
“I’m on birth control and I’m clean.”
“Me too.” My answer is more of a growl. I don’t want to talk anymore; I need to taste. Another long, wet kiss. I palm her full tits and pinch her nipples. Her sweet moans stoke me higher, then she wraps her fingers around my cock and I swear I felt my eyes cross.
Her gentle strokes make me harder, eager to be inside her, but I’m willing to wait. I replaced my hand with my mouth against her breast, rolling my tongue over the hardened tip. Cupping her pussy, I drag my thumb over her clit, matching the rhythm of my tongue. My reward is a pool of liquid heat and another of her sweet, low moans. “Yes.” Her hips buck against my hand, seeking, demanding my touch.
“I’ve dreamed of this, Jaci. Seeing you come undone by my touch.” Dropping between her open thighs, I take her swollen bud into my mouth, the taste of her instantly addictive. Throwing her legs over my shoulders, I push my tongue between her drenched folds, diving in and out of her pussy, her hands grasping my shoulders as she nears her release.
When her body bows, I press my thumb onto her clit, rolling the flesh over and over as my tongue flicks against her, and I’m rewarded with her pleasure as she comes. My gaze flicks to hers, and I watch as she unravels.
“Rafe, I need…you. Inside me.” Her eyes meet mine, her plea becoming my new favorite mission.
“Oh, I want to be there, believe me. But first, I’m going to make you come again.” Up on my knees, I spread her legs wider, the view before me making me harder, but I ignore my body’s need to fill her. The need to see her come again from my touch was too great.
“No, I…oh, god that feels good.” I drag my thumb across her pussy again, pressing harder with each swipe. Finding the spot that had sent her over the edge the first time, I press my fingers inside her channel, fucking her until her pussy grabs them, her hips bucking again. Our gazes lock, and if there’s a more beautiful sight than Jaci coming all over my fingers, I’ve never seen it.
