She couldn’t imagine everything he’d been through. The horrors he had seen and the pain he must have experienced with his injuries. Her every instinct wanted to protect him from harm, to soothe his pain.
“Hannah?” Will was watching her carefully.
She would have to work harder to hide her emotions from him.
“You know I’m just using you for your body, right?”
He chuckled. “You don’t see me complaining.”
She had a feeling he didn’t do much smiling and if she could bring a little lightness to his world, well…
His hand slid down her arm.
She took his hand and put it on her breast over her heart and wondered if he could feel the speed of the beating there. His thumb grazed the nipple, causing it to harden. When he replaced his thumb with his tongue, Hannah sucked in a breath.
Still sitting on her knees she arched back and cried out when his teeth gently nipped her. Continuing to tease her, his hands went to work on the rest of her body, eventually inching down to her heat.
Her breath coming in tiny pants, Hannah separated her knees to give him access. She needed him to touch her there, to relieve the tension building in her body.
He didn’t disappoint. He turned her so that her back was too him and her butt on his thighs. The length of him was underneath her cheeks. He rubbed her sensitive nub with extraordinary speed and pressure.
“Yes,” she cried as he brought her to orgasm.
“Will,” she screamed. He didn’t let go. Three more times he brought her to the peak until her body was hot liquid.
Once again he shifted her so that she faced him. Hannah lifted herself and slipped his cock inside her. His deep moan caused a flurry of excitement. She bounced up and down, riding him hard. He met her thrust for thrust. Hannah threw her head back as Will sucked in a nipple. Every time his tongue rasped against her, there was the feeling she was becoming unglued. Her body shuddered with another orgasm and her heat tightened around him.
“Hannah,” he moaned as he pounded her even faster and then released his seed.
His arms tightened around her and they kissed, both of their bodies shuddering with tremors.
This man was everything.
“That was—”
He kissed her again. “Yeah. It was,” he said as he nuzzled her neck.
Hannah was spent and happier than she’d been in a really long time.
There were lovers in her past. She’d even had great sex. Well, she’d thought it was great until tonight. Will had taken her to a whole new level. A cool February draft from the windows sent goose bumps down her arms and legs.
“You’re cold. Let’s get you under the covers.”
“I’m fine,” she protested, not wanting to move just yet.
His hands cradled her face. “You’re cold. I can feel you shivering.” He lifted her off him and then pulled the sheets and comforter back on his side of the bed. They slid into the pocket he made and she had to admit this was better.
As he warmed her against his chest, she smiled.
“This part is always kind of awkward.” She laughed.
“Why do you say that?”
She lifted her head so she could see his face. “I don’t know. You’ve just made crazy, carnal jungle love, losing all inhibitions, and then, it’s over. Everything is quiet and you’re searching for something to talk about.”
Hannah wished she hadn’t said it, but her mouth was always jumping ahead of her brain.
Will tugged her hair gently. “Well, if you give me about five minutes we can get straight back to that—what did you call it? Carnal jungle love?”
“Five minutes? Really? Wow. What are we going to do until then?”
“Oh, I can think of a few things.” His hand slid down to her heat again.
“Will,” she gasped. And then she was lost in the pleasure.
WILL WATCHED HER SLEEP. It was becoming a habit.
He wouldn’t have given up this night for anything, but it had to end. It was only a few hours until his 7:00 a.m. meeting and he had to prepare. This was the first time his entire attaché team would be assembled. Sitting on the side of the bed he contemplated what he should do. It didn’t feel right leaving her without some way of contacting him.
But did he want her to contact him? Hannah’s life was chaotic and crazy, from what he’d experienced of it. She ran at full throttle all of the time and he had a feeling she didn’t think much of schedules. She was exactly the kind of woman he worked hard to stay away from and more than ever he needed someone who calmed him. Maybe even a woman who was a little boring.
The very last thing Hannah was was boring. And honestly, there wasn’t anything wrong with that. But Will wanted someone to share his life with so they could grow old together. Not that it would happen anytime soon, as he had at least one more tour to go.
Still, the past few years had taught him that each day was a gift to be used and appreciated to the full.
Hannah. There was an ethereal quality to her. As if she were a fairy flitting with a magical wand healing his soul. Her magic was strong and he had most definitely fallen under her spell.
And it scared the hell out of him.
4
“SON, I SHOULD HAVE YOU court-martialed.” The general slammed down the newspaper with the huge photo of Will’s half-naked chest from the runway. “This conduct will not be tolerated. I should have the MPs down here to drag your ass to the brig. Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t,” he growled.
Will had seen the old man get angry before, but usually it was a quiet steam kind of heat. He never blustered, which meant Will was in big trouble. He’d screwed up royally and he deserved whatever came his way. In his father’s mind, a marine as a fashion model was a major infraction. He stared straight ahead and waited for his sentence, knowing the general’s previous question was rhetorical.
“Sir,” Rafe’s voice croaked. Poor guy. It was Will’s fault his friend was being raked over the coals.
“I’m not speaking to you, Lieutenant.” The general jabbed a finger toward Rafe.
“Yes, sir. But I have information integral to the investigation, sir. Captain Hughes won’t admit it, but he didn’t have a choice.”
The general folded his arms and leaned back on his heels. “Now this I’ve got to hear.” His steely-gray eyes bore into Rafe. Will wanted to kick his friend’s butt for interfering. Nothing Rafe could say would help the situation. In fact, it would only make it worse. Of that, Will was certain.
“She cried, sir.” Rafe cleared his throat.
“What?” the general asked, exasperated.
“The girl on the street who asked for our help. She said it was a life-and-death situation for her. That she would lose everything if we didn’t help her. And she was crying. I mean like sobbing, in the middle of the sidewalk.”
The older man seemed to contemplate Rafe’s words.
“Is that true, Marine?” The question was aimed at Will.
“Yes, sir.”
The general’s expression softened slightly. “A damsel in distress, that’s what this fiasco is about? If I ask this young woman would she corroborate your story?”
“Sir,