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charge Sergeant First Class in him that she knew he was.
    His head dipped down to her shoulder, kissing and sucking her sensitive skin. He smelled intoxicating, a light woodsy cologne, and it made her lightheaded in a way that had her wanting to be wrapped in his scent. She leaned her nose against his neck and breathed him in, grazing her teeth along his skin as she did.
    Instantaneously she felt the head of his erection flex against her entrance. She raised her hips, begging for the invasion but he remained still, unmoving above her.
    She groaned in aggravation, she needed him now. She didn’t think she could wait another minute. “Kale.”
    “So eager all of the sudden?” He lifted his head up and looked at her, an impish gleam shining through his eyes.
    He lowered his hand between their bodies and found the ache between her legs with his finger. He easily slipped it inside her, her silky arousal encasing him in wet warmth.
    “Mmm,” he moaned, the low hum tickling her flushed skin as he pressed his lips to the dip at her throat.
    “Kale,” she pleaded, her body squirming uncontrollably beneath him.
    He didn’t respond. It was like his name rolling out of her mouth was the signal he was waiting on. He withdrew his finger from her and slammed into her in one quick thrust, producing a sharp audible sigh from Ronnie. Yes, this is what she fucking wanted. Her insides wrapped tightly around his thickness and he slowly swiveled his hips while keeping himself pressed deep inside her as she stretched to accommodate him. As she moved her hips with him, he increased his speed, sinking into her hard and fast then pulling back only to repeat the delicious movement over and over and over.
    His mouth found its way back to hers. It was demanding and consuming and anything but gentle. His tongue pushed its way inside her, deepening the kiss, claiming her—and Ronnie willingly reciprocated.
    Her hands wound underneath his arms and she pressed her fingers to his back. Just as her fingers started to curl into his skin, he sucked in a quick breath and the muscles of his back tensed—but his hips never stopped moving.
    “Shit, I’m so sorry,” Ronnie said, jerking her hands from the freshly inked skin of his back.
    Kale pulled his hips back agonizingly slowly, teasing her as the feel of him gradually leaving her left waves of silky pleasure in its place. Just as the very tip of him rested against her, he thrashed back into her, hitting that spot within her depths, causing all her other senses to give out. She threw her head back as she cried out.
    Kale’s tongue licked a trail up her throat as he went back to relentlessly pushing her closer and closer. “I don’t have a problem with pain, baby. Touch me wherever your little heart desires,” he whispered as his mouth reached her ear.
    Holy fucking…he was driving her body insane. A pressure was building and she latched onto his shoulders, digging her nails into his skin.
    “Yeah baby, let go. I want to feel you come around me.” He rolled his hips and then slammed back into her.
    Her hips lifted to meet his as a rippled paroxysm of fire scorched to life between her thighs, bubbling over in waves.
    Kale collapsed on top of her. His breathing was quick and heavy, matching her own breaths, and his chest and stomach bathed her in a thin layer of sweet moisture. After a few heartbeats, he rolled off her and pulled her to him. Her head lay in the crook of his neck and her legs were flung loosely in between his, their bodies tangling together. A part of her wanted to object, to tell him to back the fuck off, but her eyes were heavy and her body was spent. Her mind was in complete euphoria, plus the feel of his fingers gently raking through her hair made her scalp tingle and it made her eyes so tired it felt as if they were weighed down. Her body was riding on a hundred different sensations, and she didn’t have the energy to protest or ponder the repercussions of them. So she