Free Wolf Six's Salvation: A Shifter Love Story by Krista Lakes Page B

command of Colonel Bronn at one point. They were a rough group, but it probably just meant that a superior officer has tasked the men with getting the girl by any means possible. He'd seen some violent things in the name of state security.
    He closed the laptop slowly and put it back in its drawer. For a moment, he considered going back to the motel. His pulse quickened at the prospect of seeing Chloe's face brighten as she opened the door for him. Maybe she would even kiss him, her lips warm against his after the cold of the night air...
    He snarled and slammed his hand on the desk. A small dent appeared in the shiny metal surface. Jackson groaned. At least it wasn't hand shaped, but his brand new desk wasn't new anymore.
    He couldn't go back to the motel. He shouldn't be with Chloe. She deserved so much better than a broken soldier with nightmares and the strength to break desks. He was dangerous and she already had too much danger in her life. He had to figure out a way to get away before he hurt her.
    Jackson glanced at a stack of paperwork waiting to be filed. He didn't feel like looking at the intelligence reports right now. He felt like howling at the moon with frustration. He couldn't do that right now either. So instead, he unfolded the ancient cot in the corner of the room and moved a few boxes to create a little bed. Pulling his uniform jacket up over his shoulders, he closed his eyes and prayed he didn't dream of fire.

Chapter 17
    C hloe found herself back in the red velvet room. Her lover wasn't there yet, so she sat and waited on the bed, playing with the buttons on her shirt. It was only a matter of moments before Jackson strode through the door. He wore a tan t-shirt and his military camouflage pants that accentuated his perfect ass. Elation went through her as she flew into his arms, savoring the feeling of his muscles wrapping her up.
    He kissed her as though he hadn't seen her in months. It started slow and sensual with deliberated softness. His tongue searched deliberately for hers, finding her mouth and filling it with exquisite sweetness.
    His hands were warm on her skin as he pulled her into him, deepening the kiss. Her body pressed into his, feeling his strength. He was hot to the touch and she knew it was because he wanted her. He needed her. She pushed her hips against his, feeling him harden against her. She wanted him so badly it was making her shake.
    With a delicate hand, she slid her fingers down his chest, down to where the bulge in his pants was growing. He sucked in a breath, raw hunger filling his face. She could see the muscles in his jaw tighten and his brown eyes darken with pure want. Chloe knew her face reflected the same desire.
    Jackson leaned forward, sliding his lips along her jawbone, down the arch of her neck. Soft nibbles and gentle flicks of his tongue sent shivers of delight down her spine as he worked his way down to her collarbone, his hands going to her breasts.
    Her clothes faded. So did his. She had a hard time not staring at the perfect male specimen before her, his hands cupping her breasts like they were treasures. A low growl of want escaped his throat and Jackson went back to kissing her shoulder, his thumbs strumming her nipples into sensitive nubs.
    Slowly, so slowly she thought she might go mad with desire, Jackson kissed down her chest, kneeling before her to put her nipples at mouth level. Warmth enveloped her as he took her nipple into his mouth, massaging it with his tongue. She gasped as he bit down, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to send electricity straight into her core. It caused only pleasure, not pain; she knew he would never hurt her.
    Jackson's hands were hot on her hips as he sunk lower on his knees, kissing his way down her stomach. With him, in this place, she wasn't self conscious or nervous of her appearance. She was beautiful in this dream world because that is how he saw her. He looked up once, a smirk crossing his face before kissing her