Free Men of Courage II by Lori Foster Page A

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    “Getting wetter, Liv. And hotter.” He kissed her shoulder, her chest, and drew her other nipple into his mouth. Forcing himself to remain slow and steady, he suckled her, fingered her, licked and stroked, alternating his attention from her breasts to the slick, swollen flesh between her thighs, gradually gaining urgency, driving her closer to the edge.
    When she cried out in dissatisfaction, Ham pulled out his finger, only to stroke two back in, fast and deep.
    Her nails bit into his shoulders. Her head tipped back, her neck straining, her hips lifting.
    “That’s it,” he encouraged against her wet nipple, feeling the start of her contractions, and so damn excited he wanted to shout. He found her clitoris with his thumb and carefully manipulated her, pressing, fondling in a steady rhythm, pushing her—and with a deep, raw groan her entire body bowed, damp in sweat and fragrant with lust, she came.
    Ham wanted to savor the moment, to hold her and ease her, but he couldn’t. Violent need shook his body. He’d wanted her too long—all his life it seemed. Waiting now would be impossible.
    He knotted a hand in her hair, turning her toward him. Her mouth opened under the force of his. When he sank his tongue in, she sucked on it.
    He needed out of his jeans— now.
    Thrusting himself away, he went onto his back and raised his hips. Jerking open the snap of his jeans, easing the zipper down the bulge of his hardened cock, he freed himself.
    Sated and limp beside him, Liv whispered, “Finally.”
    Damn it, she didn’t help with her verbal prodding. It felt like he’d explode if he didn’t get inside her soon. He had enough sense left to grab a condom out of his jeans pocket before tossing the pants, with his underwear, aside.
    While he tried to ready himself, she kept touching him, and she said, “I wish the electricity hadn’t gone out.”
    Hands shaking, Hamilton rolled on the rubber and turned to her. “Me, too. I want to see you.”
    “And I want to see you.”
    “We’ve got forever, baby. A million more nights, just like this one. I promise.” He settled over her soft, warm body. She automatically adjusted her legs to allow the closeness, and put her arms around him.
    “I love you, Ham.” Her hips undulated under his, the slow, wanton movements firing his blood more, heating his flesh and causing all his muscles to clench.
    He reached between their bodies, used his fingertips to spread her delicate vulva. She was very wet now, slick with her own orgasm, still tender and sensitive and he felt ready to shatter when he wedged the head of his cock against her.
    Restraining himself, he rasped, “Tell me again.”
    “I love you.”
    A fine trembling invaded his limbs, making it impossible to ease into her. Through his teeth, he said, “Again.”
    She hugged him fiercely. “I love you, Lieutenant Colonel Hamilton Wulf—”
    Her words ended on a harsh gasp as he plunged into her, burying himself despite the tightness of her body, clamping his arms around her to keep her immobile.
    He could feel her stretching to accommodate him, felt her small shivers as she tried to adjust.
    He buried his face in her neck. Raw, unfamiliar emotions rose to the surface, bombarding him. He felt vulnerable. And he felt powerful.
    In a voice unrecognizable to his own ears, he rasped, “You’re mine, Liv.”
    “Yes.” Her small hands moved over his back, both soothing and inciting him.
    He drew back, pushed in again, deeper this time. “Mine.”
    Her warm tears tracked his shoulder; a small kiss seared his skin. She drew a shuddering breath. “I love you, Ham.”
    It was enough. It was too much. He began thrusting fast and hard, unmindful of anything but Liv and the fact that she’d finally accepted him, all of him. Their heavy breathing filled the room as they strained together. Her arms hugged him. Her legs hugged him. She gasped, writhed, clasped around him—and Ham felt himself ready to come.
    Wanting to see