FIRE (Elite Forces #2)(39)

Fucking hell. Welcome to my heaven.

My cock is aching to be inside of her again. I flip her over onto her stomach. “What are you doing?” she asks, her voice raspy and dripping with need.

“I’m going to f*ck you, Jade.” I use my hand to place her head and shoulders down on the crumpled-up bedding and lift her tight little ass in the air while I listen to her quick breaths and heavy breathing before I slam my cock into her.

“Is this what you wanted? My cock hard, fast, and deep, Jade?” God, she’s feels incredible. “Answer me.” I fist her hair in my hand and use my other one for support as I rock into her more. Her head snaps up. Her warm breath is right there, begging for me to take her mouth. Not yet. Not until she caves and I rail the shit out of her body. I want to f*ck us both into next week.

“I’ve wanted you since the first time you asked me to get on my knees.” Fuck me.

“You better come one more time, baby. I’m going to explode inside of you.” My hips move my cock in and out of her while she clamps down on me, and I know she’s close. God, I’d give anything to see the hunger in her eyes right now.





CHAPTER FIFTEEN


JADE


I wake with a jolt; a deep rush of panic has me feeling alone. “Kaleb.” My hands reach behind me to feel his empty, cold side of the bed. Where is he?

We fell asleep with him holding me tightly. It was startling at first, the way he hauled me into his hard body as if he was afraid to let me go. His heart was beating out of control, and I know damn well it had nothing to do with the way he f*cked me with such passion and aggression both on the dirt road and in my bed. He’s torn up inside, and it’s killing me that he won’t let me help him.

He woke me a few hours later with nothing but tenderness in his touch. His fingers grazed across my nipple as he whispered in my ear how much he loved me.

Kaleb does love me, but he does not make love. He f*cks, and he does it hard. I wouldn’t want it any other way with him. I love it when he’s rough and takes what is his. He’s only made love to me nice and slow a few times, and that was after Afghanistan and before we left for Mexico. I tried not to dwell on it last night. Instead, I felt. I felt his love pouring into me with each passionate thrust, with each desperate kiss. He was trying to get as close to me as he possibly could. The best way he could think of was to be inside of me.

The crazy, dominant, wild Kaleb, who doesn’t take no for an answer, took charge when he f*cked me twice last night before we went to sleep. Then, as fast as one of my speeding bullets, he flipped and turned on the romance. Romance he swore up and down he doesn’t do.

With every deep penetration something followed out of his mouth.

“I’m obsessed with you, Jade.” Thrust.

“I could do this with you forever.” Thrust.

“I love the way you taste.” Thrust.

“Smell.” Thrust.

“Feel.” Thrust.

It carried on and I loved every minute of it. I became so enamored with his words and his gentle touch the way he stroked me until I felt like I was floating, and then when he kissed my collarbone and buried his head in my neck as he came inside of me, I knew. I f*cking knew that whatever he was told in his meeting wasn’t good.

And now I’m concerned.

I know I hurt him last night when my anger filtered through my mouth and the words crept out before I had a chance to register what I was saying. If I could take it all back, I would.

I’m dying here though. He’s not treating me like his equal or like the soldier I am. He’s treating me like he would someone he’s trying to protect from the stress of our world. Like a civilian girlfriend, who can’t be subjected to the details of a mission like we go on. I’m not fragile. I’m not going to break or shatter. The only way that will happen is if he doesn’t quit hiding things and lying to me about whatever the hell is going on.

I need to find him.

Sliding the covers off of me, I swing my legs over the side of the bed. I bend down to grab the first piece of clothing I can find. It’s the shirt he had on yesterday. It smells like him. I slip it over my head, turn, and look at the time on the clock. It’s four-fifteen. What could possibly have him awake this early? Maybe he’s in pain. I know he was yesterday. I saw it every time he switched positions and his back scraped across the couch or chair at his mom’s.

I want this nightmare to be over. This is the first real relationship either one of us has been in, and it has been one fight after another to keep us afloat.

“Kaleb,” I call out., my hands gliding along the wall for support because of how sore my body is today.

It’s eerily quiet. I rush for the light and almost scream when I hear Harris open the front door.

“Fuck, Harris. You scared the shit out of me. Where’s Kaleb?” He takes a few steps toward me as I continue to turn more lights on. I really need to get reacquainted with my own apartment. I just haven’t stayed here much lately.

“He got called early again. He asked me to keep you with me until he gets back.” I know my face turns hard and my words become cold.

I’m f*cking angry. After our fight, the rough sex, and then him making love to me, he should’ve woken me up before he left. He knew there would be a possibility of this and yet, he still kept the mission details from me.