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in response. His rigid cock jutted against her belly, and she desperately wished their clothes didn’t separate them. She wanted to feel him, flesh-to-flesh, commanding her body with the demand of his.
    As if hearing her thoughts—or maybe she’d spoken aloud, her muddled thoughts were on nothing but the man holding her—he pushed her against her car and lifted her. Her skirt hiked up as he pulled her legs around him and pressed closer until that tempting ridge thrust against her pussy, separated from her wet folds by only his damn uniform and the thin gusset of her panties.
    Holding her in place with his slowly undulating hips, he bracketed her face with his hands and angled her mouth for his demanding kiss. His mastery washed over her, stronger than a typhoon force wave and she was helpless in its path.
    Intense, he’d said. An understatement. If she agreed to go forward, he’d take what he wanted, and God help her then.
    Unerringly, he bent his head and found her nipple. She pressed her mouth into his hair to muffle her cry as he bit the taut nub, and a wave of release slammed through her, but the sound still echoed in the dimly lit parking ramp.
    “Yes,” he whispered as he pressed his lips to her neck then sucked at her throbbing pulse.
    “Yes,” she breathed. Bring it on, and damn the consequences for later.
    “Let’s go.”

 
     
     
     
    Chapter Two

     
    Silence had filled the car as Keon drove to the nearby Residence Inn. Like most of the unmarried soldiers at Fort Tennison, he had communal quarters at the barracks and no private housing off-base. He hadn’t asked where to go. Amelia’s belly fluttered out of control, and her tense nerves ached from her need by the time he closed the door to the outside world.
    His duffel dropped to the floor, and his body shoved against hers, flattening her to the wood as he took her mouth. His tongue speared inside and claimed her as he took up where they’d paused in the garage. There was no backing away now, no hesitation. She was his. Right now. And he’d take whatever he wanted.
    He lifted her so his cock ground into her pussy once more, his fingers digging into her hips. This time, his cock rotated against her with more urgency. Subtlety was left outside the door. She clung to him, gasping as his fingers traveled along one of her legs where it wrapped around him. Without pause, that hand slipped between them. She cried into his mouth as he shoved aside the damp fabric that kept him from her and thrust two fingers into her sodden folds. He slid easily inside her slippery passage. Her pussy clamped around him as the excitement shot another fiery orgasm along her limbs.
    “That’s right, baby,” he grated. “Give it to me. Give it all to me.”
    “Oh God,” she cried out as he finger-fucked her. The moment had turned so wild, she knew she was ruined for anyone else after this. Her senses sang from his demands. Dear lord, she’d do anything he wanted if it led to more of this dark pleasure.
    “You’re mine,” he growled, closing his mouth on her shoulder. The clamp wasn’t enough to leave a mark, but if it had been… He could brand her for all she cared. He was right. She was his.
    “Yes, yours.” Her hips worked against his thrusting fingers as she sought more of the pleasure he offered. This was what he wanted, and she’d give it to him.
    Blindly, she reached for the shirt of his ACU but fumbled with the unfamiliar closures. Suddenly, he stepped back, easing her to her and pulling her hands from him.
    His dark gaze swirled with lust. “Take off your clothes, and get on the bed.”
    Her eyes widened at his coarse demand, as if she were a hooker he’d picked up, but for some reason, it only ramped up her heat.
    Watching him, she slid off her sweater and let it drop to the floor before she reached for her shirt.
    “Hurry up,” he commanded. His chest rose and fell as she kicked off her sandals while pulling her blouse from her waistband. She