sweet. Like I said, I don’t know
how I’ll handle not seeing you.” She kept her focus on the night,
the stars. Otherwise, the puddle of tears she worried about turning
into would become a reality.
“I’m sweet. That’s me.” He chuckled with no
lilt. “We’ll call each other. Message. Hey, we can even video chat.
You can send me naked pictures.” He let out a strained laugh.
She closed her eyes. If certain no one else
would see the pictures, she’d carry out his fantasy.
He shifted and slid his fingertips along her
arm. “I’m heading to sniper school.”
She loved Matt’s drive to save lives. Ever
since the day he said he wanted to become a sniper, the idea of him
shooting someone worried her. Worse, if he got hurt… She couldn’t
think about it. Her stomach twisted and bile rose in her throat.
“Let’s not.”
“Talk about it?”
Yes, but she wasn’t being fair. He listened
to all of her doctor stories. “Don’t you need years of service
before you're accepted?” The little she learned about the military
had come from Matt regaling stories his father had told.
“I plan to zip to the end of the requirement
list quickly.”
He’d taken her shooting enough times that she
knew he was an ace shot. Thanks to his teachings, she could even
hit a target a few hundred yards away.
“What time do you leave for Aruba
tomorrow?”
Desire begged her to grab him and ask
questions later. “At dawn, before the crows caw.”
“Is Milton still getting after you for
sleeping in?”
“He did this morning. Dad doesn’t understand
today was the last time I could possibly sleep late. Vacationing
with my family is non-stop activities from dawn to well past dusk.
My brother Bradley and I won’t get a chance to do what we want,
like sunbathe or shop. As soon as I return, I don’t even have time
to unpack before I head to Dartmouth.”
His gaze lowered to her mouth.
She stilled. The moment they’d avoided
arrived. She wanted to kiss him more than she wanted anything.
Their lips touched. The fire banking low in
her belly came alive. She pressed her breasts into his chest, her
nipples hardening to pleasured peaks. Their tongues mingled, slow
and steady, as they appreciated and savored each other.
“You taste so good.” He drew in a sharp
breath and smoothed the hair away from her face.
She shifted to get closer. While she’d
arrived pantyless, hoping for intimacy, their kiss caught her by
surprise. She didn’t want it to stop. Quite the opposite, she
wanted more. She craved to feel his naked body, to feel him buried
deep inside, to feel him throbbing when he claimed her. Her body
begged, pleaded, and pulsated. “I want you so much it hurts.”
Pressing his forehead to hers, he released a
long drawn out sigh. “I want the same.” He whispered, yet his voice
cracked. “But…”
She inhaled his intoxicating cologne that set
him apart from every other man she’d met. Damn, would he throw
water on their heated bodies?
“Is this the wrong thing to do?”
She touched her lips to his neck, sucked in
another Matt-fortified-scent. “I don’t know.”
The moon cast shadows over the bridge and
him. How will she live without seeing him every day? How will
she survive not hearing his voice? How will she deal with not
knowing if he’s alive or not?
Right then, the truth to her apprehension
came to life. The thing she feared the most. Not wanting to lose
their precious relationship wasn’t a lie, yet she held a deeper
fear she’d rather keep tucked away. If she made love to Matt, if
they closed the last little bit of distance between them, she would
lose her soul and never recover. If Matt’s journey ended the same
as so many others before him, she didn’t know how she would manage.
Military families possessed an amazing strength. Courage she didn’t
have.
This line of thinking, while selfish, kept
things real. Making love to him the way she craved, only to lose
him, would break her beyond