Not Another Soldier (5 page)

Nails digging into his flesh, I tunnel my other hand
through his blond hair, keeping him clamped to me. A chasm opens up in me, one
that can only be filled by Nick. I’m not sure if it’s an emotional or physical
need but I can’t get enough of him. For so long, I’ve been ignoring the
attraction burning between us. At the same time as the tension of avoiding our
chemistry leaves, a new tension builds and I arch desperately into him.

Both hands cup my ass now, and lift me so I’m snug
against him. His erection presses into me and his mouth finds mine again. It’s
a rough kiss, our teeth clash, both of us unable to control ourselves enough to
retreat. His tongue twines forcefully with mine and a growl comes deep from
within him.

My arms are wrapped around his neck when he pulls away
from the wall and carries me to the bedroom. We both breathe heavily as he
slides my legs down. I wobble slightly when I find my feet and the slight
distance it creates begins to clear my mind. But before the haze of desire
dissipates completely, he cups my chin and plunders my mouth again.

I grip his muscled arms and hang on for dear life.
Part of me can’t believe I’m kissing Nick while the other part tells me it was
inevitable. How could anyone resist a man so sexy, so amazing?

Nick fumbles with the tie on my scrubs. The crinkle of
fabric echoes in my ears as he draws my pants hastily down. He releases my
mouth to tug my top from me and shifts back enough to stare.

I don’t know what I see in his eyes, but I like it. I
drop my head slightly as heat spreads across my chest. He takes the time to run
his gaze over my silky underwear. Thank God I wore a matching set. I toe off my
plain work shoes and quickly yank away my socks, feeling ridiculous in them.

Where I throw them, I’m not sure because I can’t drag
my gaze away from him. He takes a moment to caress my breasts, drawing his hand
down the curve of my waist to my hips.

“Fuck, Sienna, you are too damned beautiful.” He tugs
me into him, roughly draws my ponytail out, and buries his head in my hair.
“You have no idea how often I’ve thought of you like this but, I swear to God,
I didn’t know…” He kisses my ear, sucks on my earlobe making me shudder. “I
didn’t know you’d be this incredible.”

And while I love his words and the look in his eyes, I
need to speed up again. I need to feel his skin under my fingers. To know if
that body is really amazing as I imagined. Oh yeah, as much as I don’t want to
admit it, I’ve spent far too long thinking about what Nick would look like
naked.

As if reading my mind, he tugs at the bottom of his
T-shirt and drags it over his head. His hair ends up rumpled and he does that
thing where he stares at me from under his brow again. If I didn’t know better,
I’d think he was feeling self-conscious.

Sucking in a breath, I reach out and touch his
abdomen, trace the lines of his stomach. My mouth dries and I breathe the word,
“Shit…”

Powerful, strong, beautiful… the planes of his muscles
stretch out in front of me. His skin is so hot and smooth. Inky swirls paint
his right arm and one shoulder, and another, newer tattoo—a Celtic band I
think—circles his other arm. I trace the band with my finger and close the gap
between us. I just have to taste him. Mouth open, I lean over and kiss his
chest, allowing my tongue to dart out. The tang of salt teases my taste buds
and I follow the line of his pec until I reach one nipple. I flick my tongue
briefly over it and he groans, fingers coming up into my hair.

My hands land on the waistband of his jeans and I
scrabble to undo the button and find the zip. Just like my scrubs, the sound of
the zip rasping plays in my ears—a stark reminder of what is about to happen.

But I can’t, for the life of me, force my hands to
stop as I reach into his briefs. His heat fills my palm, so solid. Almost
frighteningly solid. He feels amazing. Hot, pulsing, thick. I lick my lips and
am aware I must be blushing at the invitation I sent out.

“Geez, don’t do that to me, Sienna,” he grates out as
he thrusts gently against my hand. “You should see how hot you look, your
tongue darting across your lip.” Nick presses a thumb to my bottom lip as his
other hand tugs my hair back so I have no choice but to stare up at him.

When he claims my mouth again, my pulse ratchets up. I
still have a hand in his briefs and the other, well, I don’t know what it’s
doing, but I guess I’m trying my best to touch every part of him. His callused
palm is gripping my ass once more, almost painfully, but it’s just enflames the
sensations rocketing through me. It’s like he’s marking me with his hand.

The hand skims my back, making my flesh tingle, and
with one quick snap, my bra is undone and whipped from me. My nipples peak
instantly and I suck in a startled breath as he palms one breast. I close my
eyes and savor it. It’s as though I’ve never been touched there before. But I
have. It’s just
Nick
has never touched me there before.

He tugs my nipple until it’s impossibly hard and
lowers his head to take it in his mouth. I finally remove my hand from the heat
of his briefs and spread my fingers through his hair. As I glance down, I’m
struck by how erotic the sight is. I’ve seen it before, with Rob and my
previous boyfriend, but it never made my body tense with such need that I might
explode with the smallest of touches. I’m so achingly ready for him, it’s
insane.

Nick moves over to my other nipple and bites and sucks
on it as I make nonsensical noises. When he brings his head up, his eyes are
hooded, pupils wide. He doesn’t grin which is unusual. He looks deadly serious.
A dart of apprehension shoots through me and I tremble as he hooks his fingers
into my panties and begins to slide them down. He takes them down to my knees
and they fall off the rest of the way. I need to cover myself but his gaze has
me pinned. I probably look awkward standing there as he takes in the sight of
me.

One hand hooks around my neck and pulls me into him. I
end up with my head buried into his shoulder as he strokes his hand over my
bare bottom and murmurs in my ear. Words like beautiful and amazing and so many
other words of flattery that my cheeks are probably crimson.

With my head still pressed against him, I force down
his briefs, pulling them away from his cock. His length presses against his
stomach as I look down the planes of his torso, and he helps me pull his
underwear all the way off.

I skim my nails briefly over his rear and he hisses
when I bring my hand around to brush my knuckles over his shaft and circle him.
He pulses lightly against me and I draw back to stare up at him.

Gaze connecting brashly with mine, he lifts me once
more, forcing me to cling to his neck. Our bodies contacting seems to ignite
the spark between us again. He lays me down gently and his hips end up cradled
between my legs.

I sweep my hands up and down his arms and over his
back as he kisses my neck and collarbone, scattering pecks and nips down to my
breasts and back up. Writhing, moaning, I work my hips against him, urgently
needing some kind of release.

His skin is hot and smooth and taut, and it’s insane
how beautiful he is. I almost want to close my eyes to it as I fear he might
just send me crazy with need. His cock rubs my folds. Nick moves roughly
against me but it’s not enough and I know he’s teasing me, even though he seems
as carried away as I am.

He keeps muttering my name, like a prayer or a chant.
It sounds so sexy coming from his lips. I
feel
sexy. Though I wriggle in
invitation, he ignores me, mumbling a curse and trying to keep me still with
one hand to my ass.

“Sienna,” he growls, “if you don’t stop, this will be
over before we’ve started.” He raises his head briefly as I make a disappointed
noise. “I’ve been thinking about this for too long. I want it to last.”

“Nick, oh God, don’t make me wait.” My voice sounds
weak and husky.

“Fuck, you know I’d do anything for you.” He separates
us slightly, enough for his hand to slip down my stomach to my pussy. The touch
of his finger at my juncture electrifies me and I bite into his shoulder to
smother my cry.

Then he moves that finger in slow, torturous circles,
and I try to move my hips in time with them but his powerful body keeps me
pinned. The pressure builds, intensified by the constant stroke of his mouth on
my breasts, neck and lips.

When he finally plunges two fingers in, I am more than
ready. I think I gasp his name as the pleasure explodes through me. Nick draws
the sensations from me with careful strokes. I must have closed my eyes because
when I open them, his blue eyes are intense, focused entirely on me. My chest
constricts as I feel like the only person in the world that matters. It’s a
feeling I suspect I’ve never experienced.

“Christ, you’re amazing,” he mutters and comes down
for a kiss.

I twine my hands in his hair and wonder what he means.
He’s the amazing one. That he can bring me so close to the edge so easily is
astonishing. Rob rarely managed that.

I’m tempted to reach down and feel his hardness, but I
remember he said he didn’t think he could last long so instead I wriggle out
from underneath him and coax him onto his back. If I can’t touch, then at least
I can admire. He presses his palms into my waist as I straddle him, rake my
nails across his solid chest and trace the indents in his stomach. With one
finger, I follow the line of hair to his cock and around down to his thighs.

He watches my every movement, his gaze flitting between
my face and my breasts as I massage the tops of his legs. Each masculine sound
of appreciation makes my body clench.

I offer him a tilted grin as an especially loud groan
comes from him, but my smile quickly drops as his eyes grow dark once more. Sitting
upright suddenly, he scoops me easily into his arms and scoots to the edge of
the bed. With my legs hooked around him, his hands cradling my rear, we’re so
close to joined, it’s unbearable.

His mouth is upon mine, hungrily exploring it with his
tongue. He pants as he pulls back. “Do you…? Protection…”

“In-in my bedside table.”

Thankfully he’s able to lean over and rummage in the
drawer without releasing me. He even keeps kissing me until he has to break
away to tear open the packet and sheath himself.

When he finally takes me, it’s sharp and exquisite and
almost painful. He fills me perfectly, the hot hardness makes me cry out. Nick
mutters an apology but I don’t want to hear regret so I rock into him.

Guided by his hands on my ass, I move experimentally,
my body already tight and responsive. It’s nearly unbelievable how much
pleasure his cock in me brings. But we can’t hold off too long and Nick’s
restraint snaps. His lips are everywhere as he urges me to move harder and
faster.

With a subtle growl, he lifts me, still plundering my
mouth, and flattens me against the wall. He controls the pace now and it’s
frantic and wild. My hands go all over as I try to hold on. The cold press of
the wall against my spine is an electrifying contrast to the heat of his chest
against my breasts.

I tilt my head back and his lips find my neck as he
pounds into me. This is crazed and abandoned sex, as if we’ve both snapped. I
don’t know if it’s the adrenaline from earlier or whether it’s just Nick, but
it’s incredible. I’m pulsing around him, each thrust makes my blood sing. When
it hits, it will blow me away and I’m terrified yet so ready for it. If I don’t
come soon, I may just explode in spite of my recent orgasm.

The friction inside me builds as he presses harder.
I’ll have bruises on my back later but at the moment I don’t care. I want more.
More Nick, more sex, more sensation.

“Yes,” I moan as my body contracts around him. “Oh
God, yes.”

I’m tense everywhere but there’s no slow build. My
climax hits suddenly and sharply, sending my limbs shaking. I squeeze my eyes
so tightly that they hurt, while the throbbing continues on and on, making me
hot and limp.

Through the pulses inside me, I become aware of Nick’s
cock tensing and he lunges several more times, hard, relentless thrusts, before
releasing a harsh groan. He milks himself inside me and we pause, sucking down
deep breaths, still joined.

The lethargy is already spreading through my limbs, a
warm buzzing sensation and I make no protest when he carries me back over to
the bed and separates us. I’m vaguely aware of him pressing a kiss to my temple
before he pushes my legs under the bedding.

“Wow,” I mutter, not meaning to but unable to prevent
myself from saying it anyway.

My eyes are shut and I’m already drifting into a world
of abstract thoughts. Nick seems to feature in most of them as I float off.

***

The scent of something rouses me. Coffee. I rub my
eyes before pulling them open and glance at the digital clock on my bedside
table. Four p.m. Shit, I’ve slept most of the day away. I’m working tonight but
I usually only sleep for about six hours during the day when I’m on nights. It
means I can squeeze all my chores in and not have to worry about them the next
morning.

I run a hand through my mussed hair, grimacing as my
fingers meet knots. Knots created by our lovemaking. Is he still here? Surely
he hasn’t spent the whole day waiting for me to wake? But he must be if the
smell of coffee is anything to go by.