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“Wait.” He fished in his pockets until he came up with a set of keys. “You should drive, just to be safe.”
“Deal.” When they rounded the corner and the only car out front was a bright blue Mustang S197, Lillie creamed her panties at the thought of driving it. “Oh, what a beautiful lady you are,” she crooned, running her hand over the hood.
She hit the key fob to unlock the doors, and then shivered at the way the night air had cooled so drastically from the day. Her ass cheeks were going to freeze in her short skirt. They climbed into the car, and she roared to life under Lillie and Fletcher.
“Jesus,” Lillie breathed, her hands caressing the steering wheel. The leather seats were cold on her ass, but soft like butter.
“Are you going to drive home, or make love to my car?” he said in a demanding voice.
“Both.” Duh. “What do you do for the fine folks at the army?” she asked conversationally as she pulled away from the bar. She’d looked over his fatigues for any sign of his rank, but she didn’t know enough about it to make an educated guess.
“I read maps. I was just at Camp Al-Istiglal,” he enunciated carefully. “The air base in Baghdad,” he clarified.
“Wow, say that three times fast,” she joked.
“Mmm,” was his only response.
When they got to her place she let them in, turning on the light above the stove and setting up the coffee pot. Soldier boy walked around her small living room, looking at the walls.
“I like your art,” he said, and he sounded sincere.
Lillie couldn’t say why that pleased her so immensely. Most people didn’t even notice her art. “Thank you,” she told him fervently.
The warm smell of coffee was permeating the air when she felt him. His tall, lean body was directly behind hers, and there was a pulse of sexual energy that flowed between them. Lillie took a deep breath in, holding for a count of five, and let it out slowly.
“We should have coffee first. I don’t want to take advantage of you.”
He laughed. “Believe me, I wish I was drunk enough to get the images of my cheating fiancée out of my head. I would rather focus on you.” He just wanted to prove to himself that he was man enough to please a woman. Was that so wrong?
When she turned to face him, his hands immediately grasped her face and their mouths melded. His lips branded hers, searing the tender flesh. When she gasped, he thrust his tongue in her mouth, and she finally reacted. Her arms went around his neck, and she buried her hands in his fuck-me hair. She’d been dying to touch it all night, and it was just as soft as she’d imagined it would be.
When his hands went to her ass, lifting her up onto the countertop, she didn’t protest. Instead, she braced her hands on the Formica behind her, watching as his eyes darkened and traveled down her torso to her short skirt, down her thighs to her knee-high boots. He kneeled, and her heart leapt to her throat. His fingers moved down her smooth thigh until they reached the top of the zipper to her boot. He pulled it down and slid the boot off, causing it to thunk heavily to the linoleum. Her heart echoed the sound as it raced frantically in her chest.
Fletcher repeated with the other boot, then his hands were on her feet, stroking the arches, roaming up her calves, massaging the muscles, reaching her knees. He lifted her legs, one at a time, and swirled his tongue over the crease at the back. Lillie whimpered as her panties flooded with her arousal. When he stood, she slid off the counter and took his hand, leading him to her bedroom at the back of the house.
She stood barefoot in front of him and slipped her skirt down her legs, kicking it off. She reached for the hem of her tank, then whipped it off and stood in nothing but her skivvies.
“Fucking beautiful,” he murmured. She was the complete opposite of his fiancée, and that was exactly what he needed; dark hair and dark eyes, tattoos and piercings. His fingers roamed the ink on her collarbones, which she somehow found incredibly erotic.
Fletcher watched her, his irises dark and lethal, as she slowly unbuttoned his camouflage shirt. When she had it free, she moved on to his undershirt. He helped her pull it over his head since he was tall enough that she couldn’t reach. Kneeling, she untied his boots and pulled them off, followed by his socks. When she remained on the floor but reached for his belt, he hissed. When she unzipped him and slipped her hands in his pants, he growled. The pants came down his lean hips, and she pushed his briefs down quickly after. He stepped out of his clothes, but she could only stare at what sprang free.
Lillie swallowed the saliva that had pooled in her mouth at the sight of him. Leaning in, she glanced up at him from under her lashes.
“Maybe I can thank you for serving our country,” Lillie breathed out over his wet skin.
“Fuck,” was his brilliant response. She’d been known to make a man speechless before, and the new experiences were almost too much for him.
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