Page 49 of The Brigadier
My resolve sucked.
That was a teenage boy way of looking at my ridiculous behavior, spitting danger in the eye. I’d taken significant risks by just tasting Chantel, something I should be regretting.
But I wasn’t.
Inhaling the scent of strawberries and a hint of saltwater left me breathless.
My desire was off the charts.
I pulled her even closer, sliding my hand down her back, cupping her buttocks. I even lifted her off her feet, savoring every second of her being in my arms. As I swept my tongue inside, she mewed into the kiss, easing one arm over my shoulder to tangle her fingers in my hair, tugging as if making a point.
Forbidden?
Fuck, yes.
A moment of losing my mind?
No doubt.
Did I care any longer?
The answer was an easy ‘hell, no.’ Yes, I’d eventually face the wrath of my brother but that wasn’t now. Now I was simply taking what I wanted.
What belonged to me.
She swung her leg around my thigh, her possessive hold making me inwardly smile. I spun her around in a full circle, the kiss becoming a sheer wildfire threatening to consume us. I could spend hours exploring every inch of her body, kissing her luscious skin before devouring her but right now, both our needs were too intense.
And true or false, time seemed of the essence.
I continued to consume her mouth for a few seconds, breaking the kiss by using my thumb to lift her chin. My breath was as flaming hot as my crazed libido. I blew across her mouth and chin before raking first my teeth from one side of her jaw to the other, then my tongue.
She squirmed in my hold, moaning as she clenched her eyes closed. When she started fighting with my shirt, I didn’t stop her.
A laugh almost formed as I realized I was grateful I’d removed my jacket. It was close, my weapon tucked inside, but we were safe with men standing outside.
Nothing and no one was going to bother us.
Damn it.
After sucking on her bottom lip, both of us making animalistic noises, I pulled away enough to rip off what she was wearing, barely resisting tearing it like a true beast. Seeing her voluptuous naked body again made me feel like a teenage boy. Of all the beautiful women I’d toyed with, the few I’d spent some intimate time with, only this incredible creature had activated a need so strong, I felt like a predator.
A very possessive man.
You bet I was used to getting everything I wanted. She had no choice but to surrender entirely.
I wasn’t so lucky with the vixen being gentle in trying to find her prize. The glee in her eyes as she ripped my shirt, popping buttons everywhere created a slight wave of levity.
But our hunger, our need to share our combined passion returned in a flash. She fumbled with my belt buckle, yanking so hard she jerked me forward. As soon as it was undone, she dropped to her knees with purpose in mind.
I threw my head back as she yanked down my trousers, being just as forceful as I wanted to be. Oh, hell, yes. That would come in time. Now completely naked, I felt like pounding my chest as if I was Tarzan. Between the sounds she made, and the way her long hair brushed across my skin, I was lost in a haze of lust.
Chantel lightly brushed the tips of her long fingers up from my calves, pressing kisses every few inches. Every muscle in my body was tense, my mind blown as she took her time. She knew me almost as well as I knew her body. But dear God, I wanted to learn everything about her.
Her likes and dislikes.
Her needs and wants.
Hell, I wanted to make her favorite foods. Even though I’d kill the dish. I wiped my jaw, trying to keep from shaking like some fool.