Truth be told, maybe I am. I'm going to take her like an animal the minute I get her alone, get my mouth on hers, push my fingers between her creamy thighs.
Fuck. I have to convince her daddy first. I have to convince him what I've already realized – this is about more than her body.
I love her with everything I've got. Before Evie crashed our party, I was dead set on showing the whole damned world exactly what we were, what we're destined to be.
Rotting in that Korean shithole took me off course for several months. Now, I'm back with a vengeance, and if I can get Bruce on board before I shove my ring on her finger, then there's nothing on earth that'll ever hold us down.
“Chris? Chris! Oh my God!” she runs toward me screaming.
I've just gotten off the plane, and I see her standing with the officers, right next to Commander Jones' wife and ten year old daughter.
My legs still hurt like hell from the cramped, hellish living conditions in that prison. I'm sure I'm deficient in about a dozen vitamins too. Damn if it stops me from running full steam ahead when I see her coming.
We collide so hard I have to grab her to keep from knocking her onto the pavement. My hands wrap around her back and pull her into me with the raw, vicious hunger I've had building all these months.
She's crying as my tongue finds hers and pumps in and out of her mouth. I've missed this so goddamned bad, and I can't stop myself from tasting her right here, in front of family, officers, and a few political dignitaries who've come to grandstand.
“How the hell do you do it?” I growl, when I finally let her off me for air. “You taste even better than I remember. Are you trying to make me rip off your clothes and fuck you right here?”#p#分页标题#e#
She wipes her face and breaks into a laugh. Then she rears back a little and swings her fist into my arm, giving me the playful punch I've been missing just as much as her laugh.
“Jerk. I see they haven't changed you one bit. I was worried about that...”
“You kidding? It takes more than a few months of beatings to break this dick. Especially when it's up close and personal with you.”
I can't resist. I pull her in for another long, wet round of kissing. I pick her up and smash her tits on my chest, feeling my cock throb, hands on her ass while I spin her around.
Feeling her is like having some crazy drug injected into my system. My heart keeps roaring like a jet engine, and pure adrenaline shoots into my blood. Tasting her over and over and over is the only thing that stops me from doing everything I've threatened.
Guess the threat of the military psychologists hauling me off in a straitjacket helps too. They'd be on my ass checking for signs that I've totally cracked if I start fucking her out here.
“Come on. Let's get out of this place.” I take her hand and we walk out, though the airport and straight for her car.
I'm supposed to be back at base in the morning for a formal debriefing. Hell if I care about any of that just now.
I've got the woman who kept me alive through hell at my side. She's wearing a smile on her face, confirming all the love I stirred up before is still there.
No, fuck, it's grown. She can barely keep her eyes on the road. I reach over, tuck my hand on her thigh, and squeeze, all I can do to verify this isn't some fucked up fever dream I'm having in that dank, dark cell.
“You finished your thesis, right? Don't tell me all this bullshit delayed your graduation?”
“I'm getting my grades back next week. I know the professor loved it. I couldn't have done it without you, Chris. I put a lot of you into my SEAL psychology, and probably some of me too.”
“Just some? You didn't write it from the perspective of the chick who's fallen head over heels for her cocky SEAL stepbrother?” I grin, and goddamn it feels good.
She sticks her tongue out. “It was a research paper. Maybe there's a dash of passion in there somewhere.”
“Yeah, whatever, babe. I'm gonna read it.”
She instantly flushes and jerks the steering wheel. “No way! That's for my prof's eyes only, and the university's archives.”
“Bullshit. I know it'll end up going online somewhere. You're too good to have your work hidden, Miss Reporter, and we're too fucking good to stay in the dark too.”
We laugh and make small talk the rest of the way into the city, heading for our hotel, before she drops the next bombshell.
“You're not my stepbrother anymore.”
I stare at her like she's just given away the secrets of the universe. “What? You mean –“
“They're divorced. It was finalized last month. Evie put up a terrible fight, but dad's lawyers were better, the best money could buy. The prenup stayed iron clad.”