Her voice drifted off. She rocked her hips up, even as her legs stayed together between his.
Drake moaned, taken off guard by the desperation he felt in her movements.
"I'm so close," she moaned, hands clutching his butt cheeks. “You rub my clit so nice right there. More, please.”
Feeling just a little evil, Drake stilled above her, savoring the need her body was screaming.
He underestimated her arousal, though. He held completely still, but she still had a small range of movement- up and down beneath him. She rocked her hips faster and faster, the slick grip of her body holding him tight. Drake gasped as the orgasm rushed at him, and he was powerless to deny it. Even as he started to pull away she tightened her grip, riding him to completion from beneath. She cried out, her voice hoarse and her thighs strong as the climax took her over. Drake was right there with her, fighting his body's urge to slam hard and deep.
The way their bodies met was cataclysmic.
They dozed off for half an hour, but they needed the time to recover. Izzy hated to move, but she had to. People were going to be looking for them and asking questions.
When they'd been preparing for the wedding, the brides-maids had been joking about finding a man for the night. Izzy had joked around as well, honestly not believing that she would partake in the risky business of one night stands, but here she was. She thought if it had happened it would have been with her blind date. Instead, she was laying with one of the most extraordinary men she'd ever met and was more sexually satisfied than she'd ever been in her life.
On an even deeper level, she was a little shocked at how comfortable she felt with Drake. They were so very different. She was an eclectic person, she would admit that, but she had a good heart. She was a giving nurse and worked hard for her patients. Drake, on the other hand, was a hero in the truest sense of the word. They were both put on a path to serve the public, apparently, both visibly and covertly, like he did.
The man lay on his side beside her, eyes closed, but she had a feeling he was still awake. Reaching out, she ran a fingertip over the swell of his pectoral muscle. Drake shaved his head skin close, but his chest was nicely furred with black and gray hair. The gray surprised her. He didn't seem old enough for it.
But when she looked at his skin closer, she could see how beat up he was. The job of being a hero for the country obviously came with a lot of cost. Her gaze drifted over him. There was another, deeper knife wound there, and what was obviously another gunshot wound, not the same one she'd spotted earlier. There was a spattering of scar tissue along his ribs, as if he'd been dragged across gravel or something equally as painful that had left its mark. She could see years of pain on his body.
When she glanced up at him, his eyes were open and watching her.
"Why do you do it?" she asked.
One side of his mouth tipped into a smile. "I've always done it. I don't know any other way."
Izzy frowned, thinking about a soldier they'd had on the floor a few years ago. His body had been beat up like this as well, and even though his latest altercation had blown off his leg and written him a pass straight out of the military, she could tell he would go back in in a heartbeat because his team needed him. But the same injury that had taken his leg had also taken part of his vision. You couldn't fight in the military if you couldn't see.
They released the young man from the hospital, but she'd seen him a couple of times after that for one issue or another. Each time he'd seemed a little more depressed, a little more lost. Then he'd come in with vibrant scarlet lacerations down his arms, where he'd tried to open his veins. It had made Izzy so sad. Nurses weren't supposed to become attached to patients, but sometimes it was unavoidable. They lined up psychiatric help for the former soldier and she really hoped he'd taken advantage of it. It had been a few months since they'd seen him.
It had to be hard having such a massive change in your life all at once like that. Did the military give them training when they left like that, so abruptly? They trained them for years to be warriors, but she wondered if the government took the time to train them not to be warriors. Probably not.
"So, I know you're a nurse," he rumbled, "but what else do you do? Do you live in Colorado Springs?"
She grinned, leaning up on her elbow. The sheet gapped seductively over her breasts and he got sidetracked, reaching out to caress. "I do, yes. I like to hike the mountains with my dog, and I try to cook but I'm not very good at it. I like to get busy," she looked out the window, "on breezy afternoons in mountain resorts. How about you?”
Drake grinned slightly and levered up on his own elbow, mirroring her position. "That's really something. I like to hike in the mountains, I'm not much of a cook, and I also," he looked pointedly out the window, "like to get busy on breezy afternoons in mountain resorts."
Izzy laughed, enjoying the glimpse of his humor. Drake seemed like a pretty tightly wound kind of guy. It was good that he could let loose. With a glance at the alarm clock on the bedside table, though, she knew they needed to get moving. They'd been here almost an hour and a half. "People are going to be wondering where we are."
He heaved a sigh and gave her a tight nod. Rolling out of bed she headed for the bathroom for a super quick shower. She didn't wash her hair, but she rinsed everything else. As she was stepping from the stall, she realized Drake had leaned against the jamb to watch her, naked and beautiful, dick semi-erect.
"Sure you don't want to steal a little more time?" he asked, fisting himself.
Izzy shook her head. "As tempting as you are, we've been gone a good while. Aren't your men going to be wondering where you are?"
When he grimaced, she knew she'd gotten her point across. With a harsh sigh, he stepped up to her and gave her a lingering kiss, erection pressing into her belly. Just when she was thinking about saying fuck it and delaying, he stepped back. "If I'm going out there, on edge, you are too," he told her softly.
Izzy squealed and smacked his shoulder. "Okay, big man, I see how you are," she laughed.
Drake grinned at her and gave her an audacious wink before stepping into the steaming shower stall. Izzy could only stare at his perfect ass. She jerked her gaze north and tried to concentrate.
"You know this isn't going anywhere, right? We live very different lives."
He looked at her but didn't say anything, and she wasn’t sure who she was trying to convince.
"Maybe you should turn that shower to cold,” she advised.
