Possession: A Little Harmless Military Romance Read Free Page B

dress. Now.”
    His voice never rose. It stayed steady as he gave the order, as it always did. He took off his jacket and slipped it over the back of a chair. He tugged another chair out and sat down to watch. She hesitated. It had been a year since they’d seen each other, and the move had been stressful. She’d added another ten pounds, and to a woman of her small stature, it definitely showed.
    “I’m waiting, Samantha. Unless you’d rather we stop.”
    She didn’t want that. Not in a million years. She pulled the dress over her head then dropped it on the floor beside her.
    He glanced down at her feet. “I like those shoes.”
    Oh, God, he was too sexy. The way those eyes watched her feet. Deke had a thing for feet. Not a freaky thing, but he loved when she wore high heels and had her nails painted.
    “Hmm, I really like those pink toes.”
    His gaze traveled up her body, slowing down at the belly ring she had. “When did you get that?”
    She couldn’t tell from his voice if he liked it or not.
    “I-I got it after I moved here.”
    His mouth kicked up on one side. “I like it.” Then he finally made eye contact. “I like it a lot. But, I think you left a few things on.”
    She had forgotten her panties and bra. She hadn’t done it on purpose, but her brain was kind of frozen. Or melting. Melting was a better description of what her brain was doing right now. He always did this to her when he started giving her orders.
    “The bra, Samantha.”
    She always hated her full name—except when Deke said it in that voice. He rolled his voice over the syllables in a way that made her want to get naked. It didn’t matter where they were. And she knew most of the time he didn’t do it on purpose.
    She slipped her hands up her back and undid her bra. She let it slip down her arms, and with a toss, she added it to her dress on the floor beside her. He rose then. It wasn't common for him. He usually took his time, but there was an energy around him that told her that there was something really new about him tonight.
    He stepped up close to her. Again, the musky scent of his aftershave hit her, but there was that hint of him. Deke. She could be blind and know his scent anywhere. It haunted her dreams.
    He skimmed his fingers over her breasts and her nipples tightened further.
    "Ah, still so responsive. So needy for my mouth."
    Gawd, how could a woman resist a man who could talk like that? The one who could had to be a lesbian or dead. And she wasn't so sure in that quarter. He leaned down and took a nipple in his mouth as he teased the other with his fingers. He moved his other hand down her back, slipping it into her panties and pulling her against him. His erection was easy for her to feel. She shuddered.
    When he pulled back, he was breathing a little more heavily. He took one step back, then another. "The panties."
    She bent down, but he stopped her. "Turn around so I can see your ass."
    She did as he ordered, but he said nothing as she stepped out of them.
    After she straightened, she waited for the next order. She was already dripping wet.
    "Come here, Samantha."
    She turned and walked over, reveling in the way his gaze ate her up as if he was starved to look at her. When she stood in front of him with nothing but her heels on, he said, "Take my shirt off."
    She should have known. It was one of her favorite things to do, and he would remember that. He always remembered.
    With practiced ease, she worked the buttons loose of the dress shirt, pulling it out of his pants. Then, she slipped it off his shoulders.
    There was a fresh scar, one on his shoulder, and she looked up at him. He shook his head silently. He would tell her, but now was not the time.
    She took the shirt and laid it carefully over the chair where his suit jacket hung.
    "Sit down on the chair."
    She didn't know what he was thinking, what he was planning. It had been over a year since they had played. When they spent a lot of time together, they