Chapter 14 #3
She shook her head. “I need this.”
He searched her eyes and then leaned forward, taking her breast in his mouth and she gasped, throwing her head back.
This. This was what she needed.
His hand slid beneath her underwear and he brushed her clit.
Too much.
Was there such a thing?
She tried to tackle the buttons of his shirt but her fingers weren’t coordinated enough, so instead she just shoved it up and let her hands roam over his hard abs.
A washboard forged in steel. She wanted to run her tongue all over it, but he captured her mouth with his again and all she could do was hold on while he pleasured her. She shifted so she could rub against his erection and he used the opportunity to slide his finger inside of her.
“Oh!”
“Come for me, sweetheart,” he murmured in her ear before he nipped it and kissed down her neck.
“I, oh.” No words would form. She wanted him inside her, but his fingers had found the right spot, teasing and thrusting. The wave of passion built and her head flung back as it overtook her.
“You are incredible,” Damien whispered as he kissed her one more time.
She felt incredible, but she wanted more. She wanted him naked, wanted him deep inside her.
She nipped at his lips. “I’m not finished yet.” Her hands found his belt, but he stopped her.
“You don’t have to do this.”
Surprise had her leaning back. “But I want to. Don’t you want me to?”
His strangled laugh made her concern fade. “More than you know, but it’s been a stressful time for you.”
She scowled at him. “Don’t tell me I don’t know my own body or what I want.” Though the chivalry was sweet on him.
“I wouldn’t dare.”
“And you want me as much as I want you?” she confirmed.
He nodded. “More.”
She grinned. “We’ll see about that. Now where in that hulking pack of yours are the condoms?”
He raised his eyebrows in a question.
“I know they’re standard issue. Gimme.” She gestured to the pack, and he shifted, lifting her with him as he did, and pulled the pack towards them. In moments he had a condom in his hand and then he flipped them so she was on her back and he was on top of her.
“Are you sure?”
“Positive,” she promised.
***
Mila’s declaration sent a shot of lust through Dobby. The way she’d responded to him had made him so hard and he desperately wanted to be inside her.
And she wanted him too.
He’d worried this was a response from the stressful situation and didn’t want to take advantage of her, but the determination in her eyes told him she wanted this as much as he did.
He lay over her, mindful it wasn’t a soft mattress beneath them and kept most of his weight off her. “This OK?”
She grinned. “Only if you stop talking and get to work.”
He laughed, amazed he could, but Mila made everything so much better. She had an optimism and a way of seeing the world that spoke to him.
Out of habit, he checked their surroundings though he knew they were alone. Then he turned his attention to the perfection lying below him.
Her lips were already plump from their kisses and he brushed another kiss over them. Her taste was addictive, sweet and drugging and he deepened the kiss while his hands roamed over her body.
Mila’s moan sent thrills through his body, making him harder than he already was. He wouldn’t last long when he got inside her. He wanted her too much.
Dobby trailed kisses down her body, savouring her delectable small breasts as she groaned. He kissed down her belly, all the way to the juncture of her thighs and licked her clit. Her breathy pants drove him crazy.
“Damien, more.”
He was helpless to resist her pleas. He finished stripping down his pants and slid on the condom. He hovered over her and waited until her eyes fluttered open. Then he thrust deep inside her.
Warm, wet softness.
Perfection.
Bliss.
They groaned together and Mila shifted her hips to take him deeper. He paused a moment to stamp this feeling and image on his memory, and then moved slowly, extracting gasps and pants from this beautiful woman who had captured his heart in such a short time.
The realisation of how much she meant to him made him slow, savour, wanting this to last for hours in case this was the only time they did this.
Mila made a sound of complaint. “Faster.”
“Not this time, sweetheart. I want to enjoy every inch of you.”
She pouted, then gasped and arched her back as he thrust deeper inside her. She was the image of a Goddess, everything perfect from her green eyes, to her luscious lips, down past the most perfect breasts and right down to her toes.
Her scratches and bruises only added to her power, showing him how strong she was.
He continued his slow thrusts as her moans became faster and louder. When he was certain her orgasm was close, he increased his speed.
“Yes!” she cried, wrapping her legs around his waist and he thrust harder and faster as his own orgasm hit him.
Heart pumping, he continued to move until he was certain Mila was thoroughly satisfied.
He leaned forward and kissed her, rolling them sideways so he could hold her close.
“That was amazing,” Mila breathed.
He smiled, unable to find the right words to describe what it had meant to him.
She lifted her head to look at him. “Damien? You still alive?”
He laughed, a little bemused. He’d never laughed after sex before. “Just basking.” He hugged her and then reluctantly let her go to clean up.
When they were clothed, he leaned against the tree trunk and pulled Mila back into his arms.
He stroked her arms, unable to stop touching her.
She snuggled in and it warmed his heart. “Where do you live, Damien?”
The question caught him by surprise. “Perth.”
“Do you get over to Sydney very often?”
“A couple of times a year.” He shifted so he could see her face. “Is that where you’re from?”
She nodded. “I was thinking I’d like to do this with you again… and again.”
Though his heart soared, he kept his words light. “What, get caught in a tsunami, chased by someone who wants to kidnap you and get stuck on a deserted island?”
She groaned. “No, none of that.”
“Have crazy good sex on a deserted island?” he asked.
“The crazy good sex, yes, but maybe in a five-star hotel where there’s hot water, showers and a soft bed.”
“I’m glad Agus found you some decent clothes.”
“I like wearing your shirt.”
Oh, he was really gone. “I like seeing you in my shirt.”
“What’s it like in special ops?” Mila asked. “Do you have to drop everything at a moment’s notice?”
“Sometimes,” he said. “Other times it’s day-to-day training.”
“Is it difficult to have a normal life?”
“We can get deployed for long periods at times which is hard for partners. We can’t tell them where we’re going and often can’t contact them at all.”
Were these questions just to make conversation, or did she really want to know about his life? Should he read something into that? “What will you do now?”
She shrugged. “I hadn’t thought past getting off the island. I would have stayed to help with the recovery, but Agus has taken that option away from me.”
He squeezed her. “Many people survived because of you. That’s the most important thing.”
“I know but it feels as if I’m abandoning them.” She sighed. “I don’t have any job to get back to in Sydney.”
Dobby hesitated, not sure whether he should say anything. No, he took calculated risks every day. “There might be jobs on the west coast.” He held his breath.
She glanced up at him, her eyes searching his. “Would you like that?”
“Yeah.”
They looked at each other for a long moment, each of them searching for something in the other’s eyes. Finally Mila nodded. “I’ll have to see what’s available.”
Warmth spread through him. He kept the conversation light. “Do you have any siblings?”
“Two older brothers, one in the army, the other works with Dad.”
He smiled. “You took your own path.” But it reminded him. “Where did you learn how to get out of restraints?”
“My brother, Jared. He taught me when he learnt how to in the army.”
“Remind me to thank him.”
She nodded. “What’s your family like?”
“A younger sister, currently engaged to a real idiot. I’m hoping she’ll see his true colours before the wedding.
” But he doubted it. “And an older sister who is married and has twin girls.” He smiled.
“They’re adorable but I don’t get to see them as much as I’d like.
” He shrugged. “Dad drives trucks and Mum’s a bookkeeper. ”
He waited for her reaction. He’d dated a couple of women who’d turned up their noses at his parents.
“I’ve always wondered what it’s like to drive trucks all day. Does he get bored?”
Dobby’s muscles relaxed, and he shook his head. “He’s the most well-read person I know. Listens to audiobooks all day.”
“Bliss,” Mila responded. “I bet he’s an interesting person to talk to.”
And just like that, Dobby fell in love with her.