Operation: Tempt Me (29 page)

“Miller. I
love to feel your strength.”

“Ah, but
baby, you’re my strength. I love how I feel when I’m with you.”

And she
believed him. There was no need to fluff his words with her. Honesty had been
his most attractive quality. Well, that and the amazing cock that he was
grinding against her thigh as he trailed wet kisses along her neck to her
shoulder. His hand released hers above her head.

Without
hesitation, she latched onto his shoulders, her fingertips dredging along the
hard outline of muscles. The bare skin under her touch radiated heat and power.
A shiver raked along his long body before he arched his head back.

“My, God,
Cambrie. Fucking goose bumps now? What are you doing to me?” he asked, lowering
his gaze to hers, a crooked a smile adorning his parted lips.

Needing no
further prompting and reveling in the power she had over this strong man, she
raked her nails along his back. Up and down over taut skin, she memorized every
outline of muscles. “You have the most incredible body, Miller. But it looks a
lot better naked. Strip. Now.”

He cocked an
eyebrow and laughed. “Yes, ma’am.”

His words may
have been compliant but the cocky smile he offered as he eased off of the couch
and kicked out of his boots, pants, and boxers until he stood gloriously naked,
warned of his friskiness. Slipping a condom over his erection, confidence
poured from him.

Without
further conversation, he lay over her again, the sheer weight of his body
pressing hers into the cushions until they were molded as one. Her legs
straddled his hips, the thick head of his cock nestled over her pussy lips. She
rocked her hips, barely able to move an inch under his weight, hoping to
encourage him to enter her and fuck her like mad.

“Uh-uh, Cam.
This is my dream re-enactment. Remember? I promise fast later. But,
first…slow.”

Her whimper
came from sheer frustration of needing his cock filling her up and failing to
convince him to do it now. “Tease.”

“Hardly. Just
a very patient man who wants—no,
needs
—to show you how amazing you are.
I crave you, Cambrie. Now I want to hear you scream my name.”

His mouth
landed on her breast, dragging the areola into his warmth. His tongue darted
over the stiff nipple, licking and lapping before switching to the other breast
and displaying the same treatment.

“Oh, Miller.
Yes. Suck harder. Oh, yes.”

The pull from
his mouth was so exquisite, beams of heat radiated from her breasts to her
belly where nerves jumped with expectation of the building pleasure. Harder and
harder he sucked, tugging at each nipple, alternating back and forth until she
was mindless with the slight pain in her nipples increasing the awareness in
her pussy. Her pussy lips swelled with her arousal, the wetness preparing her
for his cock.

“Miller!”

She couldn’t
help herself. The need within her rose too sharply to keep her thoughts
focused.

Inching
slowly down her body, his large hand splayed over her belly. “You have the
softest skin, Cambrie.” Laying soft kisses in his path, he continued his
descent. “And the sweetest pussy. Even with your juices on my tongue, I can
never get my fill of you. I think I’m addicted to you.”

Raising her
legs, he placed them over his shoulders while he settled in front of her throbbing
pussy. Just him lying that close to her femininity awakened a greedy need
within her core for his touch.

“Let me look
at you, baby. Let me look at this beautiful pussy.”

Oh. Dear.
God. She’d combust soon if he didn’t make her come.

“Miller. This
is too much. I need you inside me now. Fuck me now.”

With the most
delicate touch she had ever felt from him, he spread her pussy lips apart and
trailed a long finger up and down the moist folds. “Ahh. Soon.”

Keeping her
ass on the couch while his finger toyed with her wetness was a test of her
willpower. How she wished she had the strength to throw him onto his back,
straddle that magnificent cock, and ride him until she made them both come
hard.

“So pretty.
These soft, bare pussy lips were made for my tongue.”

She whimpered
but was rewarded with his mouth on her mound. That long tongue licked lazy
strokes up and down her parted flesh, dipping inside her heat to lap at her
juices before returning to do it all over again.

The steady
rhythm of his mouth on her pussy had her climbing a wall of pleasure, but each
time she thought she’d topple over the top to claim her relief, he eased off
his attentions. The jerk! Tormenting her like this when she was on fire and
barely able to form words.

“Miller.”

She was prepared
to beg, plead. Anything to get him to let her finish. But when two fingers sank
into her wetness and fucked her pussy with long, fast jabs, she lost it.

Gone was the
proper librarian. Gone was the well-mannered southern woman. In her place was a
mad woman blinded by lust and an orgasm so powerful it convulsed her entire
body like her limbs would be torn off as she thrashed over the cushions.

“Yes. Miller.
Yes. Yes.”

Thank God she
at least remembered his name because she couldn’t her own. It didn’t matter.
The sensations rocking through her body were well worth the amnesia. Wave after
wave poured from her womb, blasting her with heavy aches and long spasms so
wonderful, so fulfilling that a lone tear trickled from her closed eyes.

When the
heavy head of his cock slipped into her pussy, the spasms caressed it,
welcoming him. His thrust seated him fully into her tightness.

“Damn,
Cambrie. I love how your tender muscles milk my cock.”

Not wasting a
moment’s time, Miller began a steady thrusting motion, in and out, holding when
all the way in, then in and out, holding. Over and over he kept the tempo,
suspending most of his weight off of her with his strong arms anchored beside
her head.

She enjoyed
the swaying of his body into hers and ran her hands over his arms, back,
shoulders, anywhere she could keep a connection with him, to feel his heat, his
strength. “Oh, Miller. Please. Don’t stop. It feels too good.”

He didn’t
reply. He didn’t have to. One look into those brown eyes provided her with
insight into the heart he wouldn’t share.

She had
always seen lust and desire raging within the brown orbs, but now, now it was
all replaced with a glorious flame, like she was all he saw, all he needed.

Could it be
love that she saw? Her heart swelled with the knowledge. It had to be because
it was the only emotion strong enough to shatter his usual control.

Sometimes
words weren’t necessary to be loved. But they sure as hell would be nice to
hear. Conceding to whatever stubbornness kept his feelings locked up, Cambrie
lost herself in the moment, too aroused to delve any deeper into her own
emotions.

Miller’s pace
increased with his breathing. Hovering above her with his naked body
illuminated in the soft light, he dragged deep breaths into his lungs.

Her body
reacted with his, her breathing hitched, her vaginal muscles tingled in
anticipation of the orgasm that lingered on the horizon. He pounded his hips
into hers, his cock stroking her pussy in a merciless wave of bliss.

“Rub your
clit for me, baby. I want to feel you explode around my cock.”

She did as
commanded, inching her hand between their bodies and over her belly until her
fingers touched the hard nub. Each thrust he gave pushed her hand harder onto
her clit, making the sensations that much more powerful. The way his thick cock
stroked along the inside of her pussy, elevated her to hover between pure
ecstasy and the need to surrender to the pleasure assailing her.

With her
slippery fingers, she pressed hard circles over her clit. Her limited movement
not a factor because his cock filling her pussy only increased her arousal.
Stimulated beyond reason, her womb lashed out with a flood of spasms that
crammed into her tight pussy, flexing against his pulsing cock. His body
tightened as he held his hips into hers, keeping his cock buried entirely
within her warmth.

“Miller! Yes,
oh God. Miller!”

“Cambrie,” he
growled through gritted teeth, the sound such a compliment. She loved the way
she could make him lose control.

With her
heart pounding and her lungs in desperate need of air, Cambrie clung to
Miller’s neck while he buried his face into the crook of her shoulder as they
rode out the final spasms of her orgasm together.

When his cock
slid from her slickness, he stood to clean himself. Returning to the couch, he
lifted her into his arms and carried her toward the bedroom.

“Can’t give
you too much time to recover, babe. I’m wanting my fill of you and, somehow,
I’m scared I’ll never get it,” he said, storming through her bedroom door and
laying with her on the bed.

“That makes
two of us.”

Chapter
Eighteen

Cambrie
sighed with complete contentment. If she never got out of bed again, she’d be a
happy woman as long as Miller remained with her.

“I
can only give you a few minutes to regain your energy, Cambrie, because lying in
this bed with your naked body cuddled to mine is just too much for me to
handle. Fair warning. I already want to flip you onto your back and bury my
cock deep inside your sweet pussy.”

She
purred and stretched with a laziness she hadn’t allowed herself in a long time.
The clock beside the bed read one in the morning, but she was too aroused to be
sleepy. Being close to Miller was an automatic turn on. His voice stirred
visions of lovemaking each time he spoke of his desires.

“I’m trying
to decide which sex toy I want to use with you,” she said, contemplating more
loving.

A growl
escaped his throat as his arm slid under her to haul her on top of his chest
with hardly any effort. “I swear, baby, talk like that will get you kidnapped.”

She laughed
and toyed with the soft chest hairs sprinkled over his muscles. “No need to
kidnap me, hun. I’ll be right here always.” Her words did something to the
jovial expression he had worn all night.

A seriousness
etched into the faint lines around his eyes. “You’ve never thought of living
somewhere other than Maddyville, Cambrie?”

Well, wasn’t
that a mood killer. “No, not since I returned from Nashville after Aunt
Annabelle’s illness. I could never leave her again.”

“Understood.”

The air hung
with unspoken words. Maybe it’d be best to not broach such a tough subject, one
that had no real answers or solutions. But the conversation had already been
started, leaving it in the middle wouldn’t serve a purpose either. “It’s like
you, Miller, not being able to imagine leaving the military.”

He sighed and
twirled a strand of her hair in his fingers, keeping eye contact. “I’ve never
had to think of settling down outside of military life. My career has always
taken precedence over all other things. Until now. Until you. But the military
is in my blood. I could quit, sure, but then I’d be miserable. I just can’t
think of a way to make us work in the long run when we have such obstacles
separating us.”

A knot formed
in her throat. Avoiding this topic would’ve been so much better than facing the
reality of their limitations.

“I’ve already
told you that I’d never ask you to leave the military or choose between me and
your career, Miller. No matter how much I enjoy our time together and wish it
could be more.”

“And I’d
never ask you to leave your aunt. So we’re fucked and not in a good way.” His
tone filled with a sadness she had never heard from him before.

With her
heart ready to shatter into pieces at the bleak outlook, she spoke quietly.
“Even if you were to retire or something, Maddyville just doesn’t have
opportunities for someone like you. And a career change is a decision you’d
need to make on your own. I wouldn’t want you to do something you know you will
eventually regret and maybe end up resenting me for your decision.”

“So what do we
do?” His eyes held the same concern she felt. “Long distance relationships
rarely work out.”

Never had a
question held so much angst. “I don’t know. You can’t keep coming here for a
day and leaving to return to work. It’s not fair to you. You’ll exhaust yourself.”

“Always
worrying about everyone but yourself, Cam. I’m fine. I wouldn’t travel if I
couldn’t do it. But the need to see you again overwhelms me and it’s all I can
think about after a mission is complete.”

“And us not
being together in a more realistic fashion doesn’t bother you?”

“Well, of
course it does, but I’m not willing to give up on us just yet, baby. No one
knows what the future will hold, but at least we can work with the present,
right?”