Free Disarm by June Gray

forgot how to breathe.
    Henry stepped from the bus and cast his gaze around. From across the sea of people, our eyes met and his sullen face broke out into a smile that lit up his entire face. I honestly don’t know how I managed to walk toward him when all of my brain cells were currently fried, but I suddenly found myself standing in front of him. He was within touching distance but I suddenly couldn’t figure out what to do with myself.
    â€œOh, Els.” He bent down and buried his face in my neck, holding me tight for a long, wordless while.
    I couldn’t stop the tears if I tried. Feeling him in my arms again felt like surfacing from a deep ocean and finally taking a breath. I pulled away and held his face in my hands, enjoying the sight of him. He was thinner, the skin under his eyes a little darker, but his blue eyes carried the same intensity as before.
    â€œWill you just come here?” he said with a grin and pulled me to him, our lips mashing together in six months worth of pent-up frustration. When we finally pulled away to breathe, he pressed his forehead to mine and said in that husky, gravelly voice, “God, I’ve missed you.” His thumbs wiped away the tears on my cheeks and he kissed me again.
    â€œI missed you too,” I said and hugged him to me.
    We walked back to my car hand in hand. He walked around to throw his stuff in the trunk but when I went to open the driver’s door, he was suddenly behind me, boxing me in with his arms. He pressed his erection into my back and whispered against my ear, “I can’t wait to be inside you again.”
    I was instantly wet, ready to jump on him then and there, but he was in uniform and we were surrounded by people.
    â€œGet a room,” one airman called as he walked by.
    â€œShut up, Jackson.” Henry said with a tight smile.
    My face flushed as I dodged out from under his arms. “To be continued,” I told him and got into the driver’s seat before I did something I would later regret.
    Henry, however, was incorrigible. As soon as we drove off base, his hand landed on my thigh, then slid upward, warming the skin in its wake.
    â€œWe’re going to crash, Henry,” I warned.
    â€œThat’s okay,” he said, his fingers inching under my skirt, sliding upward ever so slowly. He gasped. “Oh my God, you’re not wearing underwear.”
    I chuckled and flushed and throbbed all at the same time. “Surprise.”
    â€œPull over,” he ordered.
    â€œWhere?”
    â€œI don’t care, just take the next exit,” he said, nudging my legs apart. His fingers slipped along my folds before sliding inside me.
    I let out a hiss between my teeth when he found that most sensitive spot and began to rub it. The car might have swerved a little.
    â€œHenry,” I said, gripping the steering wheel so tight my knuckles were turning white. “Not right now.”
    â€œYes now.”
    â€œWait till we get home.”
    â€œI’ve waited long enough. Pull over.”
    I squeezed my legs together to keep his hands from moving but those damned, delicious fingers kept flicking higher. I tried to remain relaxed to fight off the impending orgasm, but months of deprivation had made me so desperate that my muscles clenched around his fingers of their own accord.
    â€œDo you really want your first time back in a tiny car, on a dirt road?” I asked, finding it hard to catch my breath. It’s a wonder I even managed to keep my foot on the pedal at all. This was dangerous.
    â€œI don’t care. I just want to bury myself inside you.”
    I groaned at his words. I was so close.
    An exit came into view and I swerved onto it, the last of my resolve completely gone. Half a mile off the highway, I parked in the lot of an abandoned gas station in a heavily wooded area.
    As soon as I set the gear into park, Henry grabbed my hips and pulled me up and over the center console. I