...When he trailed those same fingers down to her wrist, she felt a flutter in the pit of her stomach. When he linked those fingers with hers, Adrienne felt the excitement jet right into her vagina.

She tried to tell herself this was just sexual release, just the natural release of tension when two people were put in such a situation.

She had almost convinced herself of it…up to the moment he brought their joined hands to the middle of his bare chest and tilted her head up so she was looking directly in his eyes.

“I want you more than I can say,” he said. “Let me love you as you deserve.”

Words failed her. She saw his honesty and need in his eyes. She nodded her agreement.

He slid down to the floor. With their hands together, she went with him. Their knees were touching.

“May I undress you?” he asked.

She shook her head. He was trying to be so gentle with her, like she was a fragile, untouched woman. She was long past that.

“Only if I can undress you as well,” she said with a smile.

He paused and then laughed. The sound thrilled her almost as much as his kisses. It was deep, it was pure, it was all male.

“Absolutely, my darling. Absolutely.”

They finished undressing each other. For Adrienne, this was another revelation. She was used to hurried couplings, where things like getting naked weren’t part of the equation. J.D. was teaching her what foreplay meant.

He removed the top of her uniform first, one arm at a time, and then traced her skin from wrist to shoulder with his fingers and his lips. When he reached the socket of her left shoulder, he lingered there, and she felt the edge of his tongue as he licked her skin.

“You taste so delightful here,” he whispered.

She shivered at the low sound of his voice and the brush of his breath against her wet skin. She almost believed what he said, even though part of her mind knew it was just physiology; nothing that made her different from anyone else.

Yet J.D. made her feel different and so attractive. She smiled with joy as his lips moved over her shoulder and down over her breast bone. Her nipples were hardening, while her breasts were flattening out from the pressure of the nylon pulled down low on her arms. She could still move her hands and arms—as long as she wasn’t trying to raise them over her head—and that was just fine for her. While he was kissing and tasting her, she was letting her palms trace down his chest and stomach.

He was strong, hard in all the places she liked hard in a man. She could feel a narrow strand of hair down the middle of his chest and stomach that whorled around his belly button. When she dipped her pinky finger inside it, he stopped licking her and looked up at her with an indrawn breath.

“Do you like that?” she asked.

“Oh, yeah,” he answered. “And how do you feel about this?”

With that question, he bent his head and took one of her nipples into his mouth. It was still incased in her uniform, and the fabric acted like a vinyl cocoon. It was more arousing than she would have imagined as his strong sucking motion pulled the fabric even tighter at the same time her nipple was swelling.

When he flicked the flat wide part of his tongue over her, she groaned at the feelings racing through her bloodstream.

“You don’t like?” He raised his head, leaving her breast bereft.

She could tell from the gleam in his eyes he knew exactly what he was doing to her.

“I’ll show you what I like,” she replied. “Come back here and finish the job.”

He grinned and then acted like the force of her hand on the back of his head was overwhelming. “I’ve never been with such a forceful woman. I think it’s going to become a habit.”

He went back to his job, and Adrienne sighed in delight. He was so talented and so patient. That was what made him such a successful sniper.

Then all thoughts of his talents fled her mind as his hands moved and pulled her uniform off her, baring her skin to him.

“Ah,” she cried when she finally felt his tongue on her breast. He bit down lightly, and she felt as if he’d bit on her clit the shock of desire was so great.

“Are you ready for me, my pretty lady?” he asked.

Before she could answer, he pushed her onto her back. She thought he would start to screw her, but instead he moved so his head was between her legs.

His fingers separated her lips, and she knew there’d be no hiding her most intimate secret. He parted her with his index finger and played in her dew for a few seconds.