her feel his hunger. How much he needed to be inside her. The violence of his embrace made David step away from her.
“Wh...?” Samantha asked breathlessly. Her expression was confused and hurt.
“Before we...before I...” David took a deliberate breath and lay his hands on her shoulders, holding her back. It took some effort but he summoned his discipline. “I need to know exactly what you want. How far you want this to go.” His mouth went dry and he licked his lips. He shuddered lightly when he felt Samantha’s warm fingers on his belly, touching him through his shirt. “I want so much from you. Hell I want everything from you. I want to take your clothes off and lay you down on this bed and kiss every square inch of you. I want to be fucking you. I want to feel your maidenhead tear when I push my cock into you the first time.” He was breathing harder now and couldn’t help it. Samantha’s fingers were moving faster, exploring his body with inexperienced, insistent sweeps, testing the muscles in his chest, clutching the sides of his body.
“I want to make you come and come and then I want to come inside you. No condoms. No birth control. I want to know that every time I come inside you, I could make you pregnant. I want you. In my life. You and our children—and yes I want children. Not just a child with you. Living with me. Part of me.”
David firmed his grip on her shoulders when Samantha shivered and tried to pull him to her.
“But all of that doesn’t matter. What does matter is what you want. I need to know, Samantha. I need to hear from you what you’re ready for. Because if you don’t want me in your life, there’s not a damn thing I can do about it. What I want to do...what I have done to you breaks every fraternization rule in the justice code. And I don’t care. Not if it means a chance to be with you.”
Swallowing deliberately, Samantha held her tongue, waiting for David to talk himself out. The silence between them over the past two and a half weeks had been necessary. But it hadn’t been good. When he finally did stop talking, when he was simply standing in front of her, his mesmerizing, blue eyes watching her with an intensity that made her wet, she nodded. “Would we have to keep our relationship a secret? I really do love you, you know, and part of that means that I won’t sacrifice your career.”
“The military will let us be together, regardless of rank. If you ask. You’re RI. They’ll give you anything you want.”
“You’re sure? Did you check?”
“Yes,” David admitted baldly. “To both.” Then he took hold of her wrists and lifted them gently. “My future is in these small hands, Samantha. My heart. I need to know how much of the dream I can have.”
The corners of his firm, square mouth trembled, once, then he put his shoulders back and watched her expectantly.
“Can I paint this room?”
David blinked.
“Can I paint it? Another color?” Samantha asked.
“Yes.” His voice was low. Commanding. Absolutely certain. “You can paint it bright purple and I’ll hold the damn paint can for you.” One corner of his mouth turned up. He’d asked her just how big a role she’d let him have in her life. She was asking the same of him.
Samantha nodded again. “All right then. We’ll start with you kissing every inch of me and just the thought of that has got me wet I don’t mind telling you. And we’ll finish up two old farts sleeping in a room with purple walls covered in pictures of children and grandchildren and if I’m lucky, of you jumping off the dock naked and—”
But anything else she was going to say was cut off by David’s laughter. His fierce embrace. His lips on hers. He kissed her tenderly this time...with unmistakable intensity, yes, but with a patience that told her they had all the time in the world to be together.
“Wet, hmm?” David murmured. Easing his mouth away from hers, he feathered it across her jaw, her throat.
“Wh...?” Samantha asked breathlessly. Her expression was confused and hurt.
“Before we...before I...” David took a deliberate breath and lay his hands on her shoulders, holding her back. It took some effort but he summoned his discipline. “I need to know exactly what you want. How far you want this to go.” His mouth went dry and he licked his lips. He shuddered lightly when he felt Samantha’s warm fingers on his belly, touching him through his shirt. “I want so much from you. Hell I want everything from you. I want to take your clothes off and lay you down on this bed and kiss every square inch of you. I want to be fucking you. I want to feel your maidenhead tear when I push my cock into you the first time.” He was breathing harder now and couldn’t help it. Samantha’s fingers were moving faster, exploring his body with inexperienced, insistent sweeps, testing the muscles in his chest, clutching the sides of his body.
“I want to make you come and come and then I want to come inside you. No condoms. No birth control. I want to know that every time I come inside you, I could make you pregnant. I want you. In my life. You and our children—and yes I want children. Not just a child with you. Living with me. Part of me.”
David firmed his grip on her shoulders when Samantha shivered and tried to pull him to her.
“But all of that doesn’t matter. What does matter is what you want. I need to know, Samantha. I need to hear from you what you’re ready for. Because if you don’t want me in your life, there’s not a damn thing I can do about it. What I want to do...what I have done to you breaks every fraternization rule in the justice code. And I don’t care. Not if it means a chance to be with you.”
Swallowing deliberately, Samantha held her tongue, waiting for David to talk himself out. The silence between them over the past two and a half weeks had been necessary. But it hadn’t been good. When he finally did stop talking, when he was simply standing in front of her, his mesmerizing, blue eyes watching her with an intensity that made her wet, she nodded. “Would we have to keep our relationship a secret? I really do love you, you know, and part of that means that I won’t sacrifice your career.”
“The military will let us be together, regardless of rank. If you ask. You’re RI. They’ll give you anything you want.”
“You’re sure? Did you check?”
“Yes,” David admitted baldly. “To both.” Then he took hold of her wrists and lifted them gently. “My future is in these small hands, Samantha. My heart. I need to know how much of the dream I can have.”
The corners of his firm, square mouth trembled, once, then he put his shoulders back and watched her expectantly.
“Can I paint this room?”
David blinked.
“Can I paint it? Another color?” Samantha asked.
“Yes.” His voice was low. Commanding. Absolutely certain. “You can paint it bright purple and I’ll hold the damn paint can for you.” One corner of his mouth turned up. He’d asked her just how big a role she’d let him have in her life. She was asking the same of him.
Samantha nodded again. “All right then. We’ll start with you kissing every inch of me and just the thought of that has got me wet I don’t mind telling you. And we’ll finish up two old farts sleeping in a room with purple walls covered in pictures of children and grandchildren and if I’m lucky, of you jumping off the dock naked and—”
But anything else she was going to say was cut off by David’s laughter. His fierce embrace. His lips on hers. He kissed her tenderly this time...with unmistakable intensity, yes, but with a patience that told her they had all the time in the world to be together.
“Wet, hmm?” David murmured. Easing his mouth away from hers, he feathered it across her jaw, her throat.
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