Not Another Soldier by Samantha Holt Read Free Book Online Page B

amazing?
    Nick fumbles with the tie on my scrubs. The crinkle of
fabric echoes in my ears as he draws my pants hastily down. He releases my
mouth to tug my top from me and shifts back enough to stare.
    I don’t know what I see in his eyes, but I like it. I
drop my head slightly as heat spreads across my chest. He takes the time to run
his gaze over my silky underwear. Thank God I wore a matching set. I toe off my
plain work shoes and quickly yank away my socks, feeling ridiculous in them.
    Where I throw them, I’m not sure because I can’t drag
my gaze away from him. He takes a moment to caress my breasts, drawing his hand
down the curve of my waist to my hips.
    “Fuck, Sienna, you are too damned beautiful.” He tugs
me into him, roughly draws my ponytail out, and buries his head in my hair.
“You have no idea how often I’ve thought of you like this but, I swear to God,
I didn’t know…” He kisses my ear, sucks on my earlobe making me shudder. “I
didn’t know you’d be this incredible.”
    And while I love his words and the look in his eyes, I
need to speed up again. I need to feel his skin under my fingers. To know if
that body is really amazing as I imagined. Oh yeah, as much as I don’t want to
admit it, I’ve spent far too long thinking about what Nick would look like
naked.
    As if reading my mind, he tugs at the bottom of his
T-shirt and drags it over his head. His hair ends up rumpled and he does that
thing where he stares at me from under his brow again. If I didn’t know better,
I’d think he was feeling self-conscious.
    Sucking in a breath, I reach out and touch his
abdomen, trace the lines of his stomach. My mouth dries and I breathe the word,
“Shit…”
    Powerful, strong, beautiful… the planes of his muscles
stretch out in front of me. His skin is so hot and smooth. Inky swirls paint
his right arm and one shoulder, and another, newer tattoo—a Celtic band I
think—circles his other arm. I trace the band with my finger and close the gap
between us. I just have to taste him. Mouth open, I lean over and kiss his
chest, allowing my tongue to dart out. The tang of salt teases my taste buds
and I follow the line of his pec until I reach one nipple. I flick my tongue
briefly over it and he groans, fingers coming up into my hair.
    My hands land on the waistband of his jeans and I
scrabble to undo the button and find the zip. Just like my scrubs, the sound of
the zip rasping plays in my ears—a stark reminder of what is about to happen.
    But I can’t, for the life of me, force my hands to
stop as I reach into his briefs. His heat fills my palm, so solid. Almost
frighteningly solid. He feels amazing. Hot, pulsing, thick. I lick my lips and
am aware I must be blushing at the invitation I sent out.
    “Geez, don’t do that to me, Sienna,” he grates out as
he thrusts gently against my hand. “You should see how hot you look, your
tongue darting across your lip.” Nick presses a thumb to my bottom lip as his
other hand tugs my hair back so I have no choice but to stare up at him.
    When he claims my mouth again, my pulse ratchets up. I
still have a hand in his briefs and the other, well, I don’t know what it’s
doing, but I guess I’m trying my best to touch every part of him. His callused
palm is gripping my ass once more, almost painfully, but it’s just enflames the
sensations rocketing through me. It’s like he’s marking me with his hand.
    The hand skims my back, making my flesh tingle, and
with one quick snap, my bra is undone and whipped from me. My nipples peak
instantly and I suck in a startled breath as he palms one breast. I close my
eyes and savor it. It’s as though I’ve never been touched there before. But I
have. It’s just Nick has never touched me there before.
    He tugs my nipple until it’s impossibly hard and
lowers his head to take it in his mouth. I finally remove my hand from the heat
of his briefs and spread my fingers through his hair. As I glance down,