Beyond the Call of Duty by Wendy Stone Page B

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    A blanket was pulled over their heads, and they were left alone together in the dark.

Chapter Seven
    The dark under the blanket was almost absolute. Lexi could feel little but the boxes at her back, and then she felt Gabe’s hand, trailing up her arm to her face. His thumb rubbed gently at her lower lip, and he used it to help his mouth find hers.
    She gasped under the heat of his kiss and felt him move closer to her under the heavy blanket. “Gabe,” she whispered against his lips. “We shouldn’t do this.”
    “Shouldn’t do what, baby?” He smiled, letting her feel his lips curve. “We shouldn’t touch? Shouldn’t kiss? What shouldn’t we do?” Before she could answer, he took her lips again, this time settling in to kiss her until she was lightheaded. She grasped at the back of his sweatshirt. “Is that what we shouldn’t do?”
    Lexi moaned helplessly. She heard the doors slam shut in the front of the SUV and the engine start, the radio playing Luke’s favorite rock station. “You’re going to drive me to drink.”
    “As long as you only drink with me.” He kissed her again, both of them enjoying their captivity under the blanket and what little privacy it could give them. “Enjoy it, Lexi. There’s nothing you’re responsible for right now, except making me happy. Kiss me like you mean it, like it’s the last day of our lives.” The last word was muffled under her lips. She felt his pulse begin to jackhammer out of control.
    He moved his hands over her, unbuttoning the jacket she’d put on, letting his palms fill with her breasts through the shirt she was wearing. She heard his growl of frustration and felt cool air on her chest as he quickly unbuttoned her shirt. The warmth of his hand slipped under her, easily unhooking her bra.
    “What are you doing?” she gasped, feeling his mouth touch her skin. His lips felt so hot, as if he were trying to brand her with their touch.
    “Loving you. Lexi, let me love you.” He encircled her breast with his fingers, lifting it to his lips. She barely controlled the moan of pleasure that wanted to erupt from her.
    “Gabe, no,” she whimpered, just loud enough for him to hear.
    “We have time, Lexi. Lavender Heights is a good forty-five minutes drive through rush-hour traffic. Relax, let me love you. Let me show you how lovemaking can feel.” He captured her nipple again, this time using his teeth. She arched under him and shook at his touch. He captured her other breast and played with her nipple, twisting and plucking at the puckered tip with his fingers. She moved her hips toward his body as he pushed his against her.
    “Are you going to cum, Lexi? Can I make you cum just by playing with these treasures?” He suckled her in deep, taking part of her breast as well. He twisted her other nipple with his fingers as she tangled her hands in his hair, holding him even tighter to her breasts.
    He reached down and pushed her thighs further apart, pressing his body against the apex of her thighs. She emitted a low moan she knew must sound desperate to him.
    “I can smell you, Lexi. Your arousal is so sweet. Cum for me, baby,” he urged, rubbing his cock against her sweat-covered sex. “I want to hear you cum. You can do it.” He reached down and found the waistband of her sweats, pushing under it and feeling the silkiness of her thong. With a growl, he took the tiny string attached to the back of her waistband and tore it apart, letting his hand have free access to her wet pussy.
    He found the small bump of her clit in the wetness of her pussy, and his fingers began to torture that tiny bundle of nerves. Lexi moaned louder as he covered her mouth with his, swallowing her moans as his tongue teased at hers.
    Her hands were never still, pushing up his shirt to get at the hard curves of his chest. She grazed the thick bandages at his stomach, knowing exactly what his wounds looked like and not wanting to hurt him, but her nails turned into claws