Dance With Me (7 page)

He stroked his tongue into her mouth, caressing every corner with deep, long licks. The major pulled away slightly and nibbled at the softest, fullest lips he’d ever felt. Rebecca whimpered and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Taking that as an invitation, the major pulled her tightly to him, his arms circling her waist. Her breasts were crushed against his chest and the major groaned at the sensation.

Suddenly, without warning, Rebecca jerked her lips from his and looked at him, her eyes hazy and soft. A deep sense of satisfaction filled the major at the sight of those brown eyes yielding to him. He tried to shake the feeling before it got out of control.

“Tell me your name,” Rebecca whispered and placed her hands on his shoulders.

“I told you. Just call me Major. That’s my name.”

“No,” Rebecca shook her head back and forth, her eyes squeezed closed. “Tell me what your mother called you.”

The major tensed. He couldn’t tell her that name. If he heard it come from Rebecca’s full lips, he would be lost. And there was far too much left to do for the major to be lost. He pursed his lips and responded, “No.”

She stepped away and the major reluctantly dropped his arms from her waist. The rain was cold against his body without Rebecca’s warmth pressed against him. His clothes were soaked and droplets of water dripped from his hair and nose.

Rebecca was amazing standing there in the rain, just as the major had known she would be. Her shirt was plastered to every line of her body, and the hard points of her nipples told him she was either aroused, cold, or both. Suddenly desperate to see the deep red curls of her hair dripping, the major stepped forward, grasped Rebecca’s neck to hold her still and pulled the elastic band from her hair.

Rebecca gasped and scowled at him while trying to tame her hair back into order. The major wanted to smile, tried to, but was afraid it came across as menacing.

“Why did you do that?” Rebecca reached for the rubber band, still clutched in the major’s hand. He shoved it in his pocket before she could grab it.
Let her go after it.
Please
go after it.
Instead of chasing it with her hand, Rebecca glared at the pocket. Then she stopped glaring and just stared.

The major looked down. The front of his khakis was bulging again with his arousal. Good. Let her look. Let her see how turned on he was by a curvy redhead that had the balls to call him out when grown men wouldn’t do it.

The major was going to have to walk away and never see her again. He wanted Rebecca to at least have the memory that he’d wanted her with a desperation he couldn’t communicate with words.

Never taking her eyes from his crotch, Rebecca slowly reached her hand toward the erection that strained to get closer to her. The major held his breath and closed his eyes. But when her fingertips grazed the fabric of the slacks, his hand shot out to stop her and his eyes flew open.

“Don’t. Not if you’re just teasing me.” His voice was harsh, gravelly. He watched her face, ready to turn and walk away at the first sign of indifference or denial.

But there was none of that showing in the velvety eyes that looked up at him. “There are a lot of men I would tease. But you’re not one of them.”

The major nodded jerkily at her and released her wrist. Rebecca caressed him softly, her touch so light he could barely feel it through the thick fabric of the pants. Then suddenly the strokes grew firmer and more rhythmic until his testicles tightened and he had to stop her again.

The major couldn’t speak, was unable to form a coherent thought as he pulled Rebecca’s hand away reluctantly. “Inside,” he whispered gruffly before wrapping his arm around her waist and rushing them both to her door.

* * * *

The door closed with a soft
click
and Rebecca turned to Rick—
Major—
to watch him. He was so much better-looking without the Rick Jones disguise. He was harder, leaner somehow, and she didn’t have to struggle to see the man beneath the clothes. Whereas Rick had been a little soft, Major was a powerful presence, his face stern and almost angry. But not handsome. By no stretch of the imagination could he be called handsome, but he appealed to her, was exactly her taste. And his eyes—oh God, those eyes—held a dark desolation nearly as deep as her own.

He was a Uniform, but so far removed from the others she knew. He’d whispered that he wanted her and for a split second Rebecca had seen a raw misery she’d only ever seen in the mirror. She could comfort him, take comfort
in
him for just a little while. And when she never saw him again, Rebecca would have the memory of a man who’d ignited her passion with anger and her compassion with despair. She’d have a memory of a man whose soul corresponded with hers on a basic level.

So, Uniform or not…she wanted him too. And Rebecca wasn’t going to deny herself because she would never get another chance and she knew it.

Major made a move toward her but Rebecca stopped him. “Take off your shoes.” She pointed to the sandals that squished with each step as she slipped her own loafers off.

“My shoes?” Major looked down at his feet, then back up at Rebecca.

“Yes, your shoes. You’ll ruin my carpet.” Rebecca pulled the soggy shirt over her head and dropped it with a wet
plop
onto the tiled entryway. She unsnapped her pants and shed them too.

Major watched her, his eyes hot and urgent. He toed off the sandals in record time and reached for her.

Rebecca shivered as her fevered skin came in contact with the cold wet clothes he had yet to get rid of. But before she could tell him to remove his drenched clothes, Major was kissing her again.

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, he can kiss.
Rebecca threw her arms around his neck and curled her fingers into his short hair. Major grunted against her lips and began to walk her backward, never breaking the kiss.

Rebecca was barely aware of where they were going. Her sole focus was the hot tongue that stroked into her mouth and the firm lips that bruised hers. She sucked his tongue between her teeth and held it, despite the frustrated growl that rumbled against her lips. She didn’t do this, didn’t sleep with men she’d just met. But this was different. She wouldn’t get another chance and she was taking this one while she could.

Major slid his palms up and down her back in a rough caress before taking her ass in his hands and lifting. Rebecca gasped against his mouth as he set her down on a hard surface, but didn’t open her eyes or separate their lips. This was the most sensual kiss of her life, and she didn’t want it to end.

Rebecca felt Major’s warm hands against her thighs, jerking her legs open scant seconds before he pulled her to the edge of…whatever it was she was sitting on. The table? The desk? It didn’t matter because he was kissing her with such desperate ferocity.

Major slid his arms back around her, the soft touch causing her to shiver and press closer to him. He unsnapped her bra and yanked it off. Before Rebecca could blink, a loud rip told her that her panties were about to disappear too.

Major placed a hand between her breasts and pushed, urging her to lie back. Rebecca complied, finally realizing she was sitting bare-assed on her kitchen table. Well, lying on her kitchen table.

When the cool wood sent shivers down her spine, Rebecca finally opened her eyes. Major was standing between her thighs, his heated stare slowly traveling up and down her body. She’d never been ashamed to be a plus-sized woman, but this man—this silent, mysterious man—made her wish for a slender, pliable figure that could bend in any way he could fathom.

“Major.” Rebecca reached for him, stretching her arms until her fingertips touched his chest. Major’s gaze flew to her face, the harsh lines of his face softer than they had been before.

“You are the sexiest woman I think I’ve ever seen.”

Rebecca blushed at his praise, and made a conscious decision to believe him. “Your clothes,” she whispered, tugging lightly at a button on his shirt.

“No!” He jerked away from her quickly, stepping out of her reach.

Rebecca leaned up on her elbows and lifted an eyebrow in question.

Major lifted his arm and rubbed the back of his neck. “I…I have scars,” he whispered.

“And I’m overweight,” Rebecca responded with a shrug. “So what?” She sat up and grabbed a handful of his shirt and pulled. When he stood between her thighs once more, she wrapped her legs around his hips. “Did you get your scars in prison or a gang fight?”

Major tilted his head to the side. “No, they…”

Rebecca interrupted before he could finish. “What about while murdering or raping someone? Did you get the scars then?”

“No,” he ground out from between clenched teeth.

“Ah,” Rebecca murmured. “So you got them while serving and protecting your country.”

Major looked away, his jaw tight. “I wish it were that simple.”

Rebecca’s heart clenched with understanding. She might not like Uniforms on a personal level, but held nothing but the utmost respect for the job they did. She didn’t want to do it, after all. It stood to reason then, that Rebecca should be grateful that
someone
stood between her and…well, whoever was threatening the country on any particular day. And Major did that without a uniform to protect him.

“It
is
that simple. And your scars aren’t something to be ashamed of.” Rebecca slipped the top button from the hole slowly, waiting for his reaction. Major didn’t have one. He watched her through narrowed eyes, his hands resting lightly on her thighs. “Every scar shows strength that most people are lacking. It’s a mark on someone else’s soul. Not yours.” Another button came undone beneath Rebecca’s questing fingertips.

When Major tightened his hands on her thighs, she stopped and looked up at him, waiting. His expression was distant and savage as he growled, “You have no idea about the marks on my soul.” Major shook his head and pulled away slightly before he looked down at his still-covered chest. “The scars…they’re bad. I can’t even look anymore. I don’t expect you to…”

“Why don’t you let me decide what I can and can’t look at, hmm?” Rebecca slid her fingers over his and whispered, “Show me.”

He met her direct stare, his eyes hard and unsure. Rebecca’s chest squeezed and hot tears stung her eyes.
This is a man I could love.
She couldn’t have this man or any man like him. Rebecca knew that. But she could enjoy this moment, this one night with Major.

“Show me,” she whispered again.

Major took a deep breath, his chest expanding. He slid his hands from beneath hers and slowly unbuttoned the shirt. Rebecca kept her eyes on his despite the temptation to look.

When he slipped the shirt from his shoulders Major closed his eyes and took another deep breath.

Then Rebecca looked and felt as though all of the oxygen had been sucked from the room.

“I told you.”

His shoulders, chest, and abdomen were completely hidden beneath the scars there. A pink burn covered his left shoulder down to his elbow and stretched down the left side of his torso to disappear beneath his khaki pants. She counted at least six circular, puckered scars that she assumed were bullet wounds. A jagged line ran from beneath his right arm, down his side, and around to his back. And that wasn’t even all.

The tears that had been building behind her eyes suddenly spilled over and Rebecca blinked them away. “No one ever gets to know how much you’ve done? All you’ve given up? Everything you’ve been through? You’ll”—she choked on the next word—“die with no one ever knowing?” It was too much. That was the kind of sacrifice Rebecca could never understand.

“You’ll know.” Major’s voice was soft, and he tilted her face up with a finger beneath her chin. “You’ll know, and that’s enough.”

Major was suddenly kissing her again and Rebecca clutched him to her, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. He pulled away less than an inch and said, “I’m safe, clean. I can’t get you pregnant. But I’ll wear a condom if you want me to.”

Rebecca shook her head. Whether or not he could get her pregnant was irrelevant since Rebecca couldn’t have children anyway. It was a moot point. And if Major said he was clean, well, she would believe it. “No. You don’t have to. I’m clean too.”

He didn’t respond, just kissed her again, thrusting his tongue deep. Major slid his palms up her thighs, across her belly, and palmed her breasts. His touch was gentle at first, but when Rebecca arched her back, he pinched her nipples and tugged. The rough touch sent a flood of moisture to her sex that had her rubbing against his erection.

Major groaned and wrapped his arms around her, tugging Rebecca closer. She ground herself against him, desperate for more. She was so close, closer than she’d ever been without having some kind of direct stimulation. Rebecca didn’t know if it was Major that was the cause or the fact that she’d been so hungry for physical affection for so long.

With a pained grunt, Major tore his mouth from hers and fumbled with the button of his pants. It finally gave, and he ripped the zipper down and pushed his khakis and boxers down at the same time. His quivering member sprang free, precum already beading from the plush head. Rebecca wrapped her hand around him and stroked. Major’s head fell back and his breathing accelerated. His hips arched into her hands and Rebecca spread the dampness with her thumb until the bulbous head was moist with his own arousal.

Major didn’t let her touch for long but knocked her hand away and spread her thighs. Rebecca thought he was going to push a finger inside, but he simply parted the lips of her sex and adjusted his stance until his the head of his cock rested against her.

Rebecca slid her hands into his hair as he placed his hands on either side of her hips, bracing himself. With a short grunt, he pushed himself completely inside of her pussy.

Rebecca tightened her legs around him and arched. She felt so full, so tight that it was almost painful, but oh so good. When she let her head fall back, Major latched his lips onto the pulse in her neck, licking and sucking until Rebecca was light-headed.