Free A Soldier' Womans by Ava Delany Page B

before the words would move past her quivering lips. “We can just wait in here for a few minutes, then go out again. We don’t have to do anything.”
    He smiled, raising an eyebrow.
    She took a shaky breath, lifting her chin a notch to get the air past the hitch in her throat.
    “And why wouldn’t we?” He stepped into her.
    She stepped back. The clothes hangers pressed into her skin. A few fell to the floor. Her heart thundered, and a storm of nerves made her shake.
    “I know you don’t…you didn’t want to… Didn’t you want to come in here with Debbie?”
    He shook his head, still smiling. His gaze smoldered and he took another step. He grabbed her waist and jerked her to him. She felt like her insides would explode. Like she might laugh and cry all at once.
    She prayed silently that this wouldn’t be a Carrie moment for her. He lowered his head toward hers. If she kissed him, as she desperately wanted to, she would die if he laughed or the door ripped open so everyone could laugh at her. His mouth hovered over hers, not quite touching yet. She couldn’t handle the humiliation.
    His lips took possession of hers, soft yet hard, gentle yet commanding. Thoughts lost, she melted into him, surrounding herself with his warmth.
    Oh God .
    His tongue prodded at her lips, and she opened for him. Her body did the same, wetting from the pressure of his muscular physique. She slid her hands over his arms and up his neck.
    His fingers slipped beneath her shirt, onto the skin of her stomach. The sensitive, unexplored flesh shuddered and her mind screamed, taking her out of the sensual moment and thrusting her into panic. He would feel the fat. Would be disgusted by her less-than-perfect body. Then he would leave the room and make jokes about her with his friends.
    She jumped back, knocking the rest of the hangers off the rod behind her.
    “What is it?” He lowered his head, trying to meet her gaze. “What’s wrong?”
    Unable to speak, she kept her head down and shook her head.
    “Then come here, sexy.” He grabbed her jean loop, drawing her to him.
    Sexy? She gulped.
    His mouth danced over hers again, inspiring heady feelings of giddiness.
    Does he really think I’m sexy?
    He pressed against her, and the hardness of his erection told her that he really did find her sexually attractive. Her mind numbed for a moment, then everything inside her squealed. He thinks I’m sexy!
    The knowledge gave her power she hadn’t known existed. She rubbed her hips against the rigid shaft in his jeans. He groaned and deepened their kiss. Meeting the thrusts of his tongue with her own, she allowed him to lift her shirt, then broke off from his mouth so he could tug it over her head.
    She gripped his hair tight in her hands. He winced then chuckled as she drew his mouth back toward hers.
    “Feisty, aren’t you?” He met her passion, kiss for kiss, touch for touch.
    He would soon see just how feisty she could be. Still holding his hair, she pulled back from the kiss and brought his head down to her neck so his lips could play over the hollow in her throat. Tonight she would do everything she’d always wanted to do with him, embrace the pleasure he would surely give, and regret none of it. He found her attractive, and that was all that mattered in this unbelievable moment.
    His hands circled her waist, drawing her into his hungry mouth, crushing her to him so hard that she bent back from the force of it. Her body tingled, filled with foreign need.
    Suddenly, the world filled with light. Blinding rays split the dark of the small closet, and she jumped out of Ron’s arms.
    “Damn!” someone hollered from the room beyond.
    “These two were ready to get it on in there,” someone else said. “Her shirt’s off.”
    Janelle’s eyes stung, and she groped for her shirt. When her hands found the cotton material, she grabbed it, pushed past Ron, and ran, hoping to avoid the eyes of the laughing onlookers.
    “Janelle.” Debbie