And then she saw it. It was evident in his eyes. Victory.
They fucked hard, but they still remainedmostlyclothed. In uniform. Fucking on deployment. An officer and an enlisted. The urge to curl in on herself overcame Tia, and she wanted to crawl away and hideunder a rock. She’d wanted a revenge fuck, and he’d given her exactly what she’d asked. Only he’d gathered her along with however many scores of nameless women on his ever-growing list.
She pushed him away, and even as the languorous curls of heat licking along her nerves dissipated, she could only think of one thing.
What have I done?
SEVENTEEN
Rebound
RYKER
Oh,hell no!There was no way he was going to let that look of mortification, regret, and terror fill the face of the woman he’d just fucked. He had no future plans in his head. It wasn’t like he’d married them off and filled a home with kids, but this wasn’t a one-and-done kind of thing for him. From the look on her face, that was exactly what was going through her head.What kind of man did she think he was?
“Stop,” he ordered, layering his voice with the first command he’d ever laid at her feet.
She scooted away, trying to pull her BDU trousers up and over her hips.
He grabbed the waistband and jerked it back to her knees. “Stop.”
“Lyons,” she hissed.
“No,” he said, leaning over her, crushing her back to the hard ground. “Not until we talk.”
“Talking is the last thing I want to do right now. Look…”
“If the next words out of your mouth are,This was a mistake, you can just stop. What just happened is what you call an inevitability.” He placed his hand between her thighs and forced them apart. She squeezed against him, but he overpowered her, moving his hand to cup her mound. “I don’t regret what happened, and I’ll be damned if you do the same. Talk to me, Tia.”
Her eyes widened when he used her full name. Come to think of it, he didn’t think he’d ever used her name before. She was T when he’d joined the unit, and like everyone else, he used her nickname.
“I won’t be one of your—”
“One of my what? Is that what you think of me?” He curled his fingers, stroking them through her folds.
Her low moan swirled between them and tunneled first to his gut where it sparked an insatiable need and then coiled to his cock where he hardened again.
“P-p-please stop that,” she said, gripping his shirt.
He needed to find a more private place for this, somewhere he could strip both of them down to nothing and truly worship her body. He sank two fingers into her channel, stroking her walls with only one goal in mind.
“Lyons,” she screeched, arching her back.
The woman was damn responsive to his touch. Part of what she said held truth. He’d had more than his fair share of women in his bed. Sex was a drug, one best shared, and he’d learned his way around a woman’s body over the years, taking more pleasure in giving than receiving. Tia’s responses surprised him. It almost seemed as if she’d been made for him. Either that, or he was more in tune with her body than he’d ever been with another woman before. He loved the soft sounds coming from her throat and the gentle vibrations rattling in her chest. He really loved when her fingers dug into his scalp, clinging to him as she rode her climax.
He smothered her scream with a kiss, claiming her mouth with the promise of more as she rode his fingers through another orgasm. He nibbled at her lips, enjoying her delicate taste, while her body shuddered beneath him. He didn’t let up until the aftershocks of her orgasm fluttered away into the night.
“Don’t run from this,” he said. “I’m not done with you.”
He might never be done. With a groan of his own, he shifted, concerned she might not be able to breathe with his full weight on top of her body. His cock was rock hard again, thick, aching, and needing release. But he’d have to wait. Tomorrow, he’d make a trip to the base exchange where he planned on buying out the entire stock of condoms.
“Goddamn you,” she said.
“That’s not usually what I’m used to hearing after sex.”
His chuckle was a cover because he couldn’t tell what direction Tia’s thoughts were taking. At least, she wasn’t trying to scoot away from him any longer.
Her soft laughter surprised him, and she brought a hand up to cover her face, peeking out at him between her fingers. Her dark chocolate eyes drew him in, and he kissed the tip of her nose. Laughter was much better than her trying to run away.
