She's soft in all the ways that hit a man where it hurts, and she has no idea what that body does to a man like me.
No clue how her curves strip the years off my control, how they make me picture things I shouldn't picture on a night like this, on a porch like this, with her looking back at me like she wants answers she's scared to hear.
I lean against the post, arms crossing over my chest to keep my hands from reaching out too soon—control first, always control, the ex-Ranger in me drilling it into every nerve.
But my mind?
That's a different theater, dark and unyielding, plotting maneuvers on her body like a night raid. Those soulful eyes, deep brown pools that could drown a lesser man, but not me.
I'd dive in, make her see stars while I bury myself deep, her legs wrapped around my waist, pussy clenching around my cock like a vise.
The thought hardens me instantly, a thick pulse in my jeans that I ignore with practiced restraint, though the ache is fierce, demanding. She's fresh off a breakup.
I can smell the raw edge on her like gunpowder residue—some punk who didn't know how to handle a woman like this left her doubting her fire.
Fool. I'd worship that fire, spread her wide on my bed, tongue her clit until she's soaking my face, begging 'sir' in that breathy whimper, then flip her and fuck her ass slow and deep, marking her as mine, no mercy, no retreat.
"If you want company out here," I say, my voice low and steady, the commander's timbre cutting through—direct, no bullshit, leaving no room for evasion. I step closer, not crowding her space but invading it just enough to let her feel the heat rolling off me. My frame towers as I uncross my arms, one hand extending to brush her elbow lightly, guiding her back toward the railing without a word. She doesn't pull away. Good. That's the first sign of surrender. "I can stay."
Her lips part, a soft inhale that draws my eyes to the swell of her breasts, the way the porch light catches the faint sheen of sweat on her collarbone.
I hold her gaze, stormy gray locking onto those soulful depths, reading the flicker of want beneath the hesitation.
A barrage of unwarranted thoughts hit me.
What would it be like to unravel her, piece by piece—strip that dress off, pin her wrists above her head with one hand while the other fists in her hair, pulling just enough to expose her throat for my teeth?
The image floods me, dark and possessive, semi-shadowed like the ops where lines blurred between ally and asset—her body my territory now to secure, to dominate, no prisoners.
She shifts, her dress whispering against her legs, and I catch the subtle press of her thighs together. "Company?" she echoes, voice a husky thread that sends another jolt straight to my cock, straining against the denim.
Her eyes dart to mine, then away, cheeks flushing. She's vulnerable but fighting it, like a recruit testing the chain of command.
I close the gap another inch, my hand sliding from her elbow to the small of her back, fingers splaying wide in a hold that's protective on the surface, pulling her subtly against me so she feels the solid wall of my chest, the restrained power coiled there.
"Yes," I murmur, my breath stirring the hair at her temple, lips close enough to graze if I tilt my head. "You shouldn't be alone tonight." My thumb traces a slow circle at her spine, pressing just enough to arch her into me, feeling the heat of her body yield.
She doesn't move away. Instead, her hand lifts, fingers brushing my arm—tentative, but there, a green light in the dark.
The night stretches, crickets humming like distant rotors, the party's drone a world away as I tilt her chin up with my free hand, thumb grazing her lower lip—soft, plump, made for sin.
"Tell me what you need," I say, voice dropping to that gravel-edged order, eyes boring into hers with the intensity of a debriefing that leaves no secrets. "Because standing this close, feeling you tremble like this… it's taking every ounce of discipline not to show you right now."
My words make her glance up and those soulful eyes meet mine for a beat before flicking away as a flush creeps along her neck."Okay," she says. Her gaze drops, locking onto my mouth with an intensity that mirrors the hunger churning in me, her full lips parting slightly as if tasting the air between us.
I take control then and kiss her like a man who's waited too long for what's his, no boy fumbling in the dark.
My free hand bands around her waist to haul her tight against me and my fingers dig into the soft give of her ass through the dress as I angle her head back further.
I claim her mouth with a possessive sweep of my tongue that demands everything she has.
She's fire in my arms, that pussy grinding against my thigh now, wet heat seeping through her dress and soaking into my jeans, her clit rubbing desperate circles as she moans—"Ahh, Gabe"—the sound muffled against my lips, her body trembling with the force of it.
I growl low into the kiss, nipping her lip in return before soothing it with a slow suck, my body pinning hers to the railing's edge, every inch of her yielding under my weight, tits heaving as she moans into me again, "Mmm."
The vibration shoots straight to my balls, tightening them with the raw need to rip that dress off, spread her legs wide, and plunge my thick cock into her, stretching her until she's clenching around me, screaming for more.
She pulls back first, just enough to break the seal, her chest heaving as she stares up at me with wide eyes, the flush now a deep crimson across her cheeks and down her throat.
