Page 15 of Collateral Damage

Thank God.

“I guess I should—” She started to reach behind her back.

“No.” Wade started moving again. He stretched over her, his body hovering just above hers. “I get to undress you.”

One of her brows lifted. “Get to?”

“Saving your life doesn’t earn me some sort of privileges?” He didn’t wait for her answer before resting one hand on the swell of her hip, palming the soft flesh hiding beneath her jeans. She would only be his for a few hours, and he intended to make the most of them.

“You consider undressing me a privilege?” She tried to sound teasing, but didn’t manage to fully hide the disbelief in her tone.

“I consider breathing your air a privilege.”

Her next breath came on a soft gasp. One he didn’t plan to give her time to recover from. That sound was only the beginning of what he wanted to hear coming from her tonight, and he would get them all.

All but one.

Wade buried his face between her breasts and breathed deep. “God you smell good.”

He didn’t talk during sex. Not a fucking word. Maybe a grunt. Nothing more.

But he couldn’t keep his mouth shut with this woman. He wanted her to remember tonight like he would. Wanted her to know this was more than just a random fuck.

His mouth was on her skin, tasting the swell of flesh straining against the soft lace of her pale pink bra. It was exactly what a woman like her should wear. Soft and feminine. Sweet and delicate.

And he wanted it off her. Wanted it all off her. He wanted to feel all of her against all of him.

The hooks at the back of her bra tangled in the loops of the lace as he tried to work them loose, bringing on a level of frustration that felt foreign and confusing. After a few fumbled attempts to free the hooks he gave up, instead snagging both straps and pulling the garment to her waist, eliciting another gasp from the woman turning his whole life upside down in a matter of hours.

He pulled one peach-tipped nipple into his mouth to stifle the almost feral rumble fighting through his chest. It immediately hardened under his tongue, pebbling tight between his teeth, dragging free the growl he’d worked to subdue.

Something about her did that to him. Drove him toward an edge he never planned to get close to, let alone peek over.

But she made him want to. Just to see what might be waiting for him if he lived a life that would let him jump.

But he didn’t.

Her hands were tangled in his hair as she arched against him, the soft sounds she made not nearly enough to satisfy the part of him she’d roused.

He wanted more.

Wade planned to take his time. Savor every second he had her. Work her up and bring her back down over and over until she couldn’t take anymore.

And then he would give her more.

But that dream was crumbling with every sweet gasp jumping through her full lips. Every tug of her fingers against his scalp.

He wanted her more than he’d wanted almost anything in his life. Wanted to know what it felt like to make her his, even if it could only be for one night.

The button of her jeans proved a much simpler closure to conquer than the hooks of her bra, and in seconds they were on the ground next to his. Wade leaned back, taking just a second to appreciate the view in front of him.

She was all woman. Full breasts. Soft curves. He slid one hand over the smooth skin of her belly, leaning down to let his lips follow as he forced himself to focus.

To slow down.

He could do this. Be the man she deserved. Show her the best he had to offer. Maybe bury a part of him deep enough in her memory she would remember him long after he had to walk away.

Had to leave her behind, never knowing what could be.