Fragged: A BWWM Military Romance by Paige Notaro Page A

over with one thought: He came back for me!
    On top of it, he had come back to help me. Maybe he had taken the card as an excuse even…
    No, that was the school girl talking. I didn’t want to force him to something he wasn’t ready for. I was happy if we just sat and talked.
    I started to ask if he wanted a soda or something, when I noticed a mask had fallen over his face.
    “What?” I asked.
    “These painkillers,” he said, starting at the silent TV. “Do they change who you are?”
    “Wow, that’s philosophical.”
    He gave me a stern look, then snapped away. “I mean, do they change the things you want?”
    “You might want more sleep.”
    “That’s not what I meant.”
    He chanced another look, but this one fell much lower on my body. The fire in me came roaring back.
    I sat next to him, our knees nearly knocking.
    “What exactly do you want?” I asked.
    He stared nakedly at my legs. I was still wearing my jeans, but he was seeing right through them.
    “Things I’ve never wanted before,” he said harshly.
    “A craving for new foods?” I asked.
    “If you want to be philosophical.”
    I laughed a full throaty laugh and set my head on his shoulder. “Unfortunately, I’m not that great a cook.”
    His hand landed on my thigh. I bit back a sigh as his fingers squeezed my flesh, up and down. “You already have the right ingredients,” he said.
    “They just need to be stirred up right, maybe.” I edged into his ear. “You can try if you want. No one’s home to complain.”
    His body rumbled. Something stiff and powerful came alive within him. He turned to me and our foreheads were on each other.
    “I want to try you,” he said.
    “Go on and-“
    His lips pressed mine, devouring anything else I had. He kissed me back into the sofa with a hot ravenous intensity. That hunger held down my tongue, consumed my lips and rang in my ears.
    It sounded so hot.
    His attention moved down my face. His teeth nipped my neck and I yelped out, but that’s just what he wanted, cause he covered my mouth like he were trying to save me from the pain he had caused. He was my hunter and my protector, both.
    I had never felt so alive
    I wanted to fight back. I wanted to show that he wasn’t the only one who’d been holding this all back. But he was too strong. I could only whimper and receive.
    He descended on my neck again with such force. Shivers raced down my back, and I fell back. Suddenly, his arms were around me, lifting me. I landed on his lap, tight in his embrace.
    I’d fantasized about this over and over, but it was nothing like what he’d given me in the hospital. I wasn’t just safe in his arms; I was his toy.
    His head squeezed down into my breasts, hot breath pulsing through my shirt. I cried out, but he just held me tighter and made me endure him.
    The more pleasure I got, the more he gave. It was a hot sweaty sweetness.
    Calix lifted my shirt off. Before my head came clear, my bra was tumbling down my arms. His mouth sank onto my breasts.
    I squealed as his tongue dissolved me. He bore down with a ferocious hunger. I gripped his hard cheeks and panted, watching him savor me. Every lap of his breath, every swirl of his tongue, every nip of his teeth sent me singing above and aching for him deep within.
    His hands shoved down my back, squeezing firm mounds of my butt like it was a new thing to him. A hardness was pressing out of his lap. Even contained, it dug into the twin lines of denim that held me from.
    “Oh god,” I said. “I can feel you ready.”
    He kissed my face over and over. “I’ve been ready all along,” he said. “I want to try every bit of you.
    All of a sudden, he yanked up my legs. I shrieked and tumbled back in his lap. I was just a rag doll in his grip.
    My legs landed on his shoulders and he rolled down my pants, kissing his way down the skin. Each touch was a hot wet surprise.
    When he couldn’t pull my jeans down anymore, he tore them off. He kissed lower, inching my