By Request Collection April-June 2016. Оливия Гейтс
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“DARLIN,” HE GROANED, “I don’t know how you could think you could ever disappoint me. I mean, look at you.”
They had reached Captain Larson’s housing unit, and Chase had gotten them both inside without anyone seeing them. He turned on a small light next to the bed, and then took his bandana and laid it across the top of the lampshade to create a soft, muted glow.
As soon as he’d finished that, he’d turned to Kate and caught her hands in his, spreading her arms wide so that he could look his fill. Kate tried not to feel self-conscious, but couldn’t help wishing that she had something more feminine and attractive to wear instead of her cargo pants and soft jersey top.
But Chase didn’t seem to notice or care.
“Come here,” he said roughly, and pulled her into his arms, hugging her tightly against his hard body. “You have no idea the hell I went through this morning when you gave me the frost treatment.”
Kate tipped her head back and let her gaze drift over his features, committing them to memory. She traced the contours of his lean cheeks and square jaw, before she bracketed his face in both hands and drew his head down for a kiss.
“You don’t know the hell I went through when I thought you had spent the night with Captain Larson,” she murmured against his mouth. “I hope I never have to go through anything like that again.”
With a groan, Chase deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue against hers and feasting on her mouth. Kate’s blood began to hum through her veins, and she wove her fingers through his hair, loving the velvet-rough sensation against her palms. He smoothed his hand down over her hips and cupped her rear, pulling her up against his arousal.
When he released her and stepped back, Kate blinked. “What’s wrong?” she asked.
“Absolutely nothing. But I want tonight to be special. And I’ve dreamed of undressing you, slowly, revealing you inch by inch.” So saying, he reached out and unfastened the top button of her blouse, and then the next one, folding the fabric back and bending his head to press a kiss against the exposed skin. By the time he got to the last button, he was crouched in front of her, holding her hips in his big palms as he dragged his lips over her stomach. Kate ran her hands over his head, encouraging him.
“You’re so soft,” he muttered, and his fingers went to the fastening of her jeans. He drew the zipper down slowly, pushing the material aside and pressing his face into the open V, breathing deeply before kissing her through the silky fabric of her panties. “You smell good enough to eat.”
True to his word, he undressed her slowly, pulling her pants free of her legs, and easing her blouse off until she stood in front of him wearing nothing more than her bra and panties. Standing up, he held her arms out and the heat and masculine appreciation in his eyes gave Kate a sense of feminine power.
Smoothing her hands over her stomach, she reached up and skated her fingers over her breasts before reaching behind her to unfasten her bra. Chase swallowed hard and she saw a muscle flex in his lean cheek.
“Do you want me to take this off, or would you rather do it?” she asked, tipping her head and giving him a sultry smile.
“No. I mean, I want to watch you take it off,” he said, his voice husky.
Kate was amazed at how quickly and easily the tables had turned. She’d thought that he would pounce on her the second the door was shut; that he would consume her and possess her before she even knew what had happened. But he’d taken his time, and he’d made the mistake of letting her wield her power over him. She liked that feeling, and she wanted to keep it going.
Slowly, without taking her eyes from him, she slid the straps of her bra down her arms, letting the cups catch on the tips of her breasts until, finally, she let the garment drop to the floor. Chase released his breath on a soft groan, but when he would have reached for her, she held up a hand to forestall him.
“Not yet.” She smiled. “You wanted to take this slow, so that’s what we’re going to do. Right now, all you get to do is watch.”
Hooking her thumbs in the lacy waistband of her panties, she shimmied them over her hips and let them slide down the length of her legs until she was able to kick them free. She watched as Chase’s eyes darkened with desire, and she could see the evidence of his arousal beneath his camo pants. Emboldened, she skimmed her fingertips over her breasts and stomach, and down to the apex of her thighs, wanting to tease him just a little.
“Kate,” he warned in a soft growl. “You’re killing me.”
She felt no embarrassment at standing nude in front of Chase; the expression on his face told her clearly that he more than liked what he saw. But she wanted to do more than just arouse him; she wanted to completely rock his world and give him something to remember long after she was gone. Keeping that in mind, she walked slowly toward him.
“I don’t want to do that,” she assured him. “But I do want to kiss you.”
Looping her arms around his neck, she allowed her breasts to brush against his chest, before she cupped his head in her hands and angled her mouth across his, licking along the seam of his lips until he gave an audible groan and opened beneath her onslaught. He tasted faintly of mint, and the sensation of his tongue sliding hotly against hers caused heat to slip beneath her skin until her entire body felt overheated and achy with need.
As she kissed him, her fingers worked the buttons of his camo shirt, and she tugged the hem free from his waistband. She slid her hands under the fabric, over the smooth, hard ridges of his abdomen. His skin was like hot silk, and dragging her mouth from his, she forged a path of moist kisses down his neck and over his chest, flicking her tongue against the small, flat nubs of his nipples.
He groaned, and when her fingers dropped to his belt and fumbled with the buckle, he brushed her hands away and unfastened it for her. Kate popped the button of his pants and slowly drew the zipper down. Chase’s breathing was uneven now, but when Kate would have dropped to her knees, he caught her by the elbows and pulled her back up.
“What?” she asked. “I want to touch you.”
“Ah, darlin’, I want the same thing, but I don’t want you on your knees.” So saying, he backed her up until her legs encountered the edge of the bed and she sat down.
“Hmm,” she said approvingly, now that his hips were at eye-level, “I like the way you think.”
He looked incredibly sexy, with his camo shirt unbuttoned, revealing the corrugated muscles of abdomen, and Kate’s mouth began to water. Chase’s expression was taut as he watched her through heated eyes. Swallowing hard, she put her hand against him, feeling his hard length thrusting against her palm beneath the fabric of his pants.
“You’re so hard,” she breathed, glancing up at him.
A dimple appeared in one cheek. “You bet.”
Kate pushed his pants over his hips, and slid her hand inside the waistband of his underwear. His breathing hitched as her fingers curled around him. Pushing his briefs down over his hips, she released him. He was long and thick, and the blunted head of his penis reminded her of a ripe plum. She wanted badly to taste him.
His hands stroked her hair as she bent forward and ran her tongue over him. He gave a loud groan, and his fingers traced the curve of her ears, but he didn’t apply any pressure. Emboldened by his response, Kate took him in her mouth and swirled her tongue over his length, while she curled her fingers around the base and gently squeezed.
He tasted delicious, and she wanted more. With her free hand, she stroked his hip and buttock, and then cupped his balls, teasing him as she slid her mouth over him. His breathing was ragged now, and looking up at him, she saw he had put his head back. His eyes were closed and he looked like every decadent fantasy she had ever had, and her body responded instantly.
She