"A simple 'affirmative' in military speak."
"I will throw that phone out the window."
"You wouldn't. You need it for the investigation." She's still scrolling, laughing at something else Sullivan wrote. "Oh wow. Garcia's asking if you need any tactical advice."
I grab for the phone. She rolls away, taking it with her. I follow, pinning her beneath me on the mattress. She's still laughing, eyes bright with mischief.
"Give me the phone."
"Make me."
"That's a dangerous game, Doc."
"I'm not scared of you, Captain."
"You should be." I dip my head, mouth finding that spot on her neck that makes her gasp. "Especially when you're testing my patience before coffee."
The phone hits the nightstand. Her hands slide into my hair, pulling me closer. "Your team thinks you need tactical advice. Should I be worried about your skills?"
"You seemed satisfied last night."
"Mmm. True. Multiple times if I remember correctly."
"You remember correctly." I work my way down her throat, feeling her pulse jump beneath my lips. "But I'm happy to provide a refresher."
"We need to be at the base later."
"We have time."
"We need to shower. Get dressed. Get over there."
"Still plenty of time." My hand slides between her thighs, finding her already wet. "See? Your body agrees with me."
She arches into my touch, breath hitching. "You're very confident."
"I'm very motivated." I circle her clit slowly, watching her face. Learning what makes her gasp versus what makes her moan. "Plus I have something to prove now. Can't have Garcia thinking I need tactical advice."
"That's your motivation? Proving something to Garcia?"
"My motivation is making you come before we get in the shower." I slide two fingers inside her, curling them just right. "Think I can manage that?"
"You're—oh god—very goal oriented."
"Marines are trained to complete the mission." I increase the pressure, thumb working her clit while my fingers stroke deep. "And you're definitely my mission this morning."
She's close. I can feel it in the way her inner muscles flutter around my fingers, the way her breathing goes shallow and quick. I dip my head, taking her nipple into my mouth while maintaining that relentless rhythm below.
She comes hard, crying out my name as her body arches off the bed. I work her through it, gentling my touch as the aftershocks roll through her. When she finally goes limp, gasping, I kiss my way back up her body.
"Mission accomplished," I murmur against her mouth.
"Smug bastard."
"You love it."
"I really do." She pulls me down for a kiss that tastes like want and satisfaction. "But now we really need to shower or we'll be late."
"Fine. But I'm washing your back."
