Ice (Elite Forces #1)(20)

"I sure will." I rise and salute him. He shakes his head, leaving me somewhat dumbfounded.

"It's me who should salute you. I'm proud of you, Captain." His shiny  shoes click together. I suppress my joy from being saluted by a General  in the United States Army. I spin on my feet and exit the door with the  first honest to god genuine smile on my face since I left this country.

"You ready?" Kaleb is standing against the brick wall, tapping away on  his phone when I walk out into the warm early evening air.

"Yes. Starving too." Feeling somewhat energized after my briefing, I decide to make the best of my time with Kaleb.

"Good. I ordered a pizza. You okay?" My breath catches in my throat when  he shoves off of the wall and places one of his strong, sturdy arms  around my shoulder before he starts to steer us toward his Jeep. He's  powerful in the way he walks and in the way he moves. I've already  admitted I was scared, of what, I'm not sure. Him. Me. Or hell, it could  be both.





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"Holy shit. This is you? It's beautiful, Kaleb." I point to the  cream-colored stucco home in front of me. It sits in a fancy private  estate called Lowell Estates.

"Yup. Home, baby." Oh hell, his dangerous smile glistens as his eyes  rake up and down my body when he opens the door, those devious baby  blues never leaving my face. Not even when he reaches behind us and  pulls out our bags. Not even when he walks in front of and around his  Jeep. Or when he opens the door to help me out. The only time he takes  them off of me is when he slides his key into the lock, swings the door  open, and drops the bags on the floor to take the pizza from my  trembling hand.                       
       
           



       

I have no time to think. No time to breathe before he gently guides me  back with one hand placed in the center of my chest. My heart is  thumping away with so much desire, or it could be nerves, or hell maybe  even anticipation? I feel him kick the door closed with his booted foot  before he gracefully lifts me in his arms. "Kaleb, what are you doing?"  He needs to put me down. His strides are determined. "I'm taking you  where I've wanted you since the first time I saw you. To my bed."

"We can't do this, Kaleb. There are things we need to talk about." I'm  on emotional overload here. This needs to end. If he gets me in his bed,  I may never want to leave, and I have to. I need my head cleared, get  my shit together. And I need to do it without him.

"We can and we are. We can talk later, Jade." He pushes onward, walking  over the threshold of what I assume is his bedroom. It's dark, but oh  hell, does his scent hit me the minute he lays me down on his bed. His  smell is everywhere. I inhale deeply, the aroma shooting straight to my  core and god help me, I know I'm going to regret this when we're done.  I'd be fooling myself if I didn't admit that I do want him in a bed  where I can worship him, taste him, lick those abs, and trace my fingers  around those tattoos on his chest. My body starts burning up, and the  ache between my legs intensifies.

"Kaleb," I whisper. I can't see him; the sharp gruff awareness of his heavy breathing is all I can hear.

"I'm right here. Give us this. I know you're nervous; hell, so am I.  This is real life. No more fighting. It's awkward, it all feels  different, but I promise you, Jade, I'm not going to give up. Not when I  know that you want this is as bad as I do." He sounds hungry. Almost as  if this is a craving for him and he's finally getting the chance to  fulfill it.

Then I feel his rough hands slide across my feet, removing my shoes. The  end of the bed dips, and his hands slide up my jean-covered legs. I  swallow when the warmth of his fingers practically burns a damn hole in  my jeans.

"I want you," I say, and I do, even if it's the last time.





CHAPTER TEN


KALEB


Motherfucker. She's pulling away from me. The entire ride I felt the  vibes coming off of her, distancing herself further away. She's living  in her head. The last thing I should be doing right now is taking her to  bed, but goddamn it, I can't help myself. I need her.

I may be crazy for rushing this, but Christ, this is what we do best.  The second our bodies connect, it's like dynamite exploding. I need to  remember to make her understand that this is only the beginning of us.

I'm not a man to force myself on a woman, that's why I need to hear her  say she wants me. The talking shit can come later. Right now, I want to  show her exactly what she does to me. I want to make her see that I'm  not only out to fuck her. This time, I'm taking my time. I want to feel  every inch of her skin. I want her to tell me how she feels when I have  my cock buried deep into her. When I have her begging me for more.

I slide my hands up her legs, pushing her thighs apart when I reach  them. Her little whimpers have my cock damn near bursting through the  zipper of my pants. Fuck. She's in my bed. The urge to turn on the light  so I can see her has me stopping at the sweet junction between her  thighs, but I fight it. I'm too damn scared to take my hands off of her  for fear she'll change her mind.

"Fucking hell, Jade. The heat between your legs has me craving you. I  need to taste you." I unsnap her jeans, and she lifts her ass up to help  me guide them down her legs, my fingers itching to feel her bare skin  against mine the whole time.

"Oh god," she moans out the instant I grab her panties and tug them off  right along with her jeans, tossing them over my shoulder. I trail my  hands back up her legs. She's silky smooth, and by the time I reach her  bare pussy, she's panting and drenched.

"Kaleb." That sexy as fuck voice of hers is dripping with want.

"Feel, Jade. Tell me you want me." I know I sound desperate. Maybe I am.  I don't care. I have her alone in my house, finally. The smell of her  arousal hits my nose and has my mouth watering. Fuck, I want to taste  her on my lips, and I can't wait to have her come all over my beard.

"I do. I want you." Her words are barely a whisper. I've never heard  anything in my life that's meant more to me than hearing what I've  wanted to hear come out of her sexy little mouth.

I spread her legs wide. Those erotic noises she's making drive me out of  my fucking mind. She can scream all she wants here. I welcome it, hell,  I've been looking forward to it.                       
       
           



       

The first swipe of my tongue across her addicting clit has me losing  control. I grip her ass with both of my hands, lift her up, and bury my  face deep into her. I lick around her nub, sucking it deep into my  mouth. "Oh fuck!" she screams. That's all it takes to ignite me. My  tongue works her, licking, tasting, and devouring her. My beard becomes  coated with her. My tongue soaks up every sweet piece of her. I own this  pussy. It's mine.

When she squirms and the muscles in her ass clench, I know she's close. I  set her back down on the bed, careful not to hurt her arm. My thumb  presses on her clit, and when she explodes in my mouth as she screams my  name, I swear to Christ I almost come in my goddamn pants.

"I'm not sure I'm prepared for what you do to me." I inhale her scent one more time before lifting my face.

"I know exactly what you mean, Kaleb." Her pussy is just as addicting as  her smartass mouth and her eyes. Every part of her is an addiction that  spreads through my veins, landing in the center of my chest.

Shoving myself off the bed, I make quick work of taking off my jeans and  t-shirt. Thank god I'm a man who hates having his cock confined in a  pair of briefs. I hated wearing them in the desert, but thank fuck I  did, because every damn time I saw her out there, my cock got hard. But  here at home, fuck no. I have no problem walking around hard as steel,  letting her see exactly what she does to me.

"Come here," I demand.

"You come here," she challenges.

"I want your damn shirt off, smartass. Sit up."

"Oh." She chuckles. Then she does what she's told.

"I'm desperate to feel your skin against mine, Jade." Lifting her shirt up over her head, I'm careful not to hurt her.

"I want to feel you too." Yeah I thought it was impossible for my cock  to get any harder. I think the bastard grew another inch from hearing  her say that.

I reach around and find the clasp of her bra. I know it's sexy as fuck  by the way the lace feels on my fingers. I slide it over her bandage,  down her arms, flinging it over my shoulder, and my hands go to straight  to her breasts. I pinch her nipples, tugging at them before drawing  them into my mouth. She arches her back as her breathing spirals out of  control. She can deny this shit all she wants, there is no damn way this  connection we have is just about sex. The sex is a bonus. It's her  heart I want and can feel in the pulse on her neck when I spread my hand  gently around her throat. I want her heart.