Chapter Five

Hugo lay on his back. He’d complicated the hell out of his assignment. Hell, he never bonded with women enough to want to keep fucking them. Sure, he’d had relationships, but they’d been with army women who knew the score. When the assignment was done, he moved on. They moved on. No long-distance relationships. No emotional entanglements. So why did Alice feel so right tucked under his arm, her hand running up and down his abdomen, touching his scars with trepidation on her face, ever the nurse?

“Hugo?”

“Hmmm?”

“That was really something.”

“You’d better be saying I’m the best you ever had.”

She laughed. She pushed herself onto her elbow, her intelligent blue-eyed gaze traveling over his abdomen, her fingers hovering over one of his bullet wounds.

“You counting my scars?” he asked.

“You should call yourself ‘lucky’.”

“Why’s that?”

“You survived three tours. Did you know that there is a higher risk of post-traumatic stress after three tours?” she said, her expression concerned.

“I’m fine. Don’t worry about me. You always this caring?” He wasn’t used to it.

“I come from a long line of nurses on my mother’s side. I love my job. I look after mothers and babies. It’s just heaven, unless a baby is very sick. That’s miserable.”

“You’re made to love.” The opposite of him. Fuck! This mission is going to be a pain in the ass. He held her hand and kissed it, running his thumb over the delicate bones beneath her skin.

“I wouldn’t like anything bad to happen to you. I’m glad you’re done with serving,” she said.

This was a nice girl. Shit. He needed to get this job done fast and get out, or she’d be baking that apple pie he thought about when he looked at her sweetness. “Don’t worry about me, I’m an adrenaline junkie. I loved serving my country.”

“What did you do in the Middle East?”

“The usual soldier stuff.” He leaned over and pressed his lips to hers, realizing that he hadn’t kissed her, not properly; it had been all about the fucking. He teased open her lips and wrapped his arms around her, enfolding her. She had lovely, soft lips, and he had to hold himself back, knowing he’d devour her. He needed a tough battle-hardened woman whom he wouldn’t emotionally connect with. She was the connecting type. He couldn’t afford to get tied down.

He teased her lips with his tongue, careful not to thrust his own in her mouth like he would with a lusty woman who could handle it, just savoring, testing. She tasted sweet. He knew she would.

She met his tongue with her own, just the tip of hers moving over his, clearly exploring him, too. She felt tickly, gentle, loving. His heart squeezed. He couldn’t afford to like this too much.

She hummed with approval before breaking the kiss. “So, is kissing me your way of not answering my question?”

He laughed. “You’re like a hound dog on a scent. I guess I can answer a few things to satisfy you, otherwise you’ll keep sniffing for information.” He tapped her nose with the tip of his finger. “I’m a West Point graduate. The army put me through my degree. I studied electrical engineering. I’ve served in Afghanistan, Iraq, and Syria, though at one point I got stationed in Hawaii, which was heaven after the Middle East.”

“That’s it? That’s all you’re going to tell me? Is this one of those ‘if I tell you I’d have to kill you’ things?” She stared at him, her gaze searching as if she wanted to pry open his secrets.

He owed Troy.

He wanted Alice.

What the fuck am I doing here?

“Now, killing you would be a terrible waste. You have a lot of useful skills packaged into a delightful person.” He pulled her on top of him, not wanting to smother her with his weight.

“Spoken like a man with a growing hard-on. You recover quickly.”

“I have a good reason to. You’re beautiful. Lovely.”

“You have a whole funny idea of me. I’m not some precious flower that will wilt as soon as things get hot.”

“Glad to hear that, because I’m heating up with you on top of me.”

She grinned as he eased her legs apart, positioning her over the head of his cock. She was still wet enough to slide it in, and he ached to have her milking his cock. Instead, she pushed herself farther down his body, settling on her knees between his thighs, taking his cock in her hand. “I want to taste you.”

He raised his head as she placed her mouth over his cock. “You sure you don’t want me to take a shower?”

“Hell, no. I love how you smell. How we smell together. I can’t seem to get enough of you.” She lifted his balls before licking under the seam, her hands weighing his nutsack, her tongue wiggling to get to closer to his anus, but he kept his thighs closed.

She was a lot more adventurous than he’d first thought, and he could see she was enjoying exploring his body. How far would she go to satisfy him?

She licked over the top of his balls before taking him in her mouth, sucking the head of his cock like a lollipop before pulling off for a moment. “Hugo?”

“Hmmm?”

“You’re like honey to the bee.”

“Oh man,” he sighed as she enclosed his knob with her hot lips and moved down his shaft with a slow, hedonistic pace. Honey to a fucking bee. Did women still talk like that?

She moved her hand to the bottom of his shaft, getting a firm grasp of him before increasing her pace. Hot, horny heaven. He stared down at her taking his cock like he were dinner and she’d been on a diet for years. He liked to think he could pick a good lay in a woman, but she confused him.

He had a thing about delightful Southern women, but he would never have chosen her, not after the life he’d led.

Hugo tensed his butt muscles and rolled his hips, letting out a deep groan as she took him in right to the back of her throat. God, it felt great having her do this without a condom. It’d be a shame to have to slide another on, but asking her to go bareback was like asking for a relationship.

He didn’t do them. Not long term.

Hit it and quit it was more his mode.

She growled as she took him, twisting the base of his cock with her hand, her wet lips covering what was left, sucking and twisting in the other direction, so that the whole of his cock was consumed.

Transfixed, Hugo watched, amazed at her glazed eyes and hollowed-out cheeks as she possessed him, until the raw, searing pleasure of it took over and his eyes became hooded.

Her rhythm built, and her head bobbed so that the sensitive tip of his cock met the back of her throat. He gasped. His stomach tensed until his abdomen became rock hard. He was so close. It was like being sucked by a tornado, and he sank back into the mattress, giving himself over to it, rolling his hips to the rhythm she created. She was so into it. So into him.

Suddenly he was coming, the intensity of it slamming into him as he, unable to hold back, moaned his release. Hell, it wasn’t like him to lose it, but he arched his back then thrust up, hard and selfish, desperate for release.

She swallowed everything he had to give, leaving him gasping.

She sat back on her heels grinning, this sweet little woman with her perky boobs and slim hips. “So, Hugo?”

“Hmmm?” Hell, he couldn’t talk. He was still catching his breath, overwhelmed by her enthusiasm and being milked dry. How could he have read this woman so wrong? He’d thought she’d be finicky about sex. Precious. His head was spinning, and he wanted to roll over and go to sleep, preferably with her in his arms.

“Can you tell me what you mean by rough sex?”