Free PRIVATE: A Military Romance Novel (Military Men Book 2) by Leila Haven Page A

wanted my tongue to be between her legs and lapping at her sexy juices.
    I let her nipple pop out of my mouth, it was shining wet with my saliva. Now I’d had a taste of her, I wanted more. Kincaid was going to be my new addiction. I was already hooked and I hadn’t even been inside of her yet.
    Her hands cupped my cheeks, guiding my mouth back to hers. My palm kneaded at her boob, never wanting to let it go while we kissed.
    My senses were in overload, Kincaid filling everything I had and making me want more and more. Being next to her wasn’t enough, I wanted to be inside her. I needed to be inside her. My body was calling out for her, driven crazy with desire. She had ignited something within me and now it was too difficult thinking of anything else to go back.
    What were we doing still in our clothing? I wanted Kincaid naked, I wanted my skin to feel hers as she pressed against me. Even the few inches we had between us now seemed criminal and too far.
    Her hand went back to my cock, encircling the pulsing member and making all the breath leave my lungs. She notched up my arousal by a thousand percent. I definitely needed her now, every single inch of her.
    “Sorry.”
    The one word stopped me dead in my tracks. It hadn’t come from Kincaid or myself. It had come from the doorway.
     

Chapter 10
    Sasha
    ҉ ҉ ҉ ҉ ҉ ҉
    My whole body went cold at hearing another voice. It had only taken a few seconds for everything to come crashing down around me.
    Our heads snapped up and around to face the door. Rafter still had his hand holding my boob and there was no way to hide what we had been doing.
    Private Simon stood in the doorway, a look of stunned silence plastered across his face. He started backing up before he quickly turned to leave.
    “Shit,” Rafter said. His hands left my body as he stood. He was still doing up the zipper of his pants as he ran out of the room. A string of swear words followed in his wake.
    It may have been a hundred degrees outside but in the rec room it may as well have been the artic. I shoved my boob back into my bra and redid the buttons on my khaki shirt. Having Rafter run out without saying anything was like being slapped in the face.
    Plus, we’d been caught. Simon had copped more than an eyeful and there was no way to tell if he was going to run straight to the major with what he’d seen. We knew there was already a snitch amongst us from breaking protocol the previous day.
    Maybe that snitch was Private Simon?
    Relationships between soldiers were discouraged, relationships between soldiers in the same troop was forbidden. Too much could go wrong when there were too many emotions involved out in the field.
    If someone told my Uncle Arthur about what just happened between Rafter and I, there would be serious consequences. And it wouldn’t be Rafter going home, it would be me. I was the least useful of us.
    The major would also have issues with someone touching his dear niece. All the men in my family liked to think I was the innocent virginal type of girl. It didn’t matter that I was twenty-two years old with my cherry popped a few years ago.
    I stood from the couch and smoothed my uniform, trying to ensure my appearance would reveal nothing about what had happened in the room. There was no sign of Rafter or Simon in the corridors on the way back to my dorm.
    My emotions went back and forth between anger and heated desire. I had wanted Rafter and everything that had occurred between us in those stolen moments.
    But I was stupid and naïve for thinking things could be that simple. He was my superior, he’d already made it crystal clear he didn’t want me to be in Afghanistan, and we were in a communal place. Anyone could have walked in on us – even my uncle.
    Not only did I blame myself for the blunder, but Rafter too. He shouldn’t have let it go that far if his heart wasn’t in it. While he was kissing me, he was probably working out a way to get me sent home. Maybe the