Wild Nevada Ride (17 page)

He moved toward her mouth, his lips taking possession of hers in a soul-binding kiss and her heart swelled in her chest. When he finally broke the fusion of their mouths, he put his forehead against hers for a moment, desire raging hot in his gaze.

“I want something from you.”

“What?”

“I want…” He closed his eyes, his jaw clenched tight. When he opened them again, she could see the tight rein he held on himself as he fought for control. “Will you let me have your ass, baby?”

She groaned at his words. Anal sex happened to be one of her favorites, but she didn’t want to assume anything with him. “You want in my ass?”

“Oh, God,” he whispered closing his eyes again.

“Tell me, Justin. Is that what you want?”

“Yeah, but if you’re not…”

She put a finger against his lips to silence his words. “I thought you would never ask.”

He physically relaxed and a dimpled smile spread across his face. Lifting himself from her, he straightened up and whispered, “Roll over.”

When she did as he instructed, he reached into the bedside table and brought out a tube of lubrication.
Prepared… I like it.
He dropped a dollop along the crack of her ass and she moaned when the cold liquid seeped down between her cheeks.

“I’ll warm it up. I promise,” he whispered before he ran his tongue along her spine.

She spread her legs further apart when the head of his cock nudged at her rear hole. When he put some pressure behind his thrust, his cock penetrated the tight ring of muscles slightly as she hissed.

“You okay?”

“Yeah. It’s been a while.”

He chuckled and pushed a little harder, but his chuckle turned to a lusty moan when he filled her to the hilt. “God, Kat. This feels incredible. You are so tight.”

“Glad you approve,” she whispered and rocked back against his groin while he hissed.

He slipped almost out before he slowly slid back inside.

“I don’t want easy. Fuck me hard. Make me come.”

“Anything you want baby, anything you want,” he growled and filled her completely. His groin slapped against her ass while she pushed back, taking everything he had. The sensations he created when he filled her left her breathless. She had never been with a man as large as Justin, and the feeling of him inside her pushed her over the edge with very little effort. The muscles of her ass clenched him tight when she climaxed, pushing him over the threshold of control. He growled her name and spilled everything he had.

Once he finished, he rolled over and pulled her with him, spooning her buttocks against his groin while they caught their breath. His lips brushed her shoulder and his hand cupped her breast as he gently massaged the soft mound.

She rolled toward him and he moved to his back before he slung an arm over his eyes. Resting her head on his chest, she threaded her fingers through the hair beneath her cheek. He groaned softly when she fingered his male nipple.

“I really need to deal with Ilana and her problem.”

“I know, but it doesn’t mean I can’t tempt you back into this room later, does it?”

His mouth lifted at the corners slightly. “That wouldn’t be too difficult.” He kissed her quickly before he shifted from under her and slid his legs over the side of the bed. Grabbing a pair pants from the floor, he stood and headed into the bathroom.
Damn, he’s got a nice ass!

She sighed and got up on the other side of the bed. Reaching down, she realized that he had grabbed her jeans before he went into the bathroom. Just then, he swung the door open, a piece of paper clutched in his hand. “What the hell is this, Katrina? Request for transfer?”

Oh shit!

Chapter Fourteen

“I, uh…”

“You’re requesting a transfer?”

“Can we talk about this later?”

“No. We need to talk about this now. Why are you asking for a transfer?”

She grabbed her bra and shirt and pulled them on without meeting his gaze.
How the hell am I going to explain this? What do I say? I’m sorry Justin, but I’m in love with you. You aren’t in love with me, so I’m going back to Iraq to get away from you?

“Answer me, Kat.”

“Put some clothes on, will you? It’s a little distracting to have a conversation with you buck-ass naked.”

Grumbling under his breath something about stubborn women, he grabbed his pants from the floor as he threw hers across the bed to her. Once she had sufficiently covered herself, she moved to stare out the window at the twinkling lights of the backyard. Guests still milled around from the party, and she vaguely wondered what they thought since the two of them had disappeared into the bedroom.

He walked up behind her and put his hand on her shoulder before he turned her around to face him. “Now…what’s this about a transfer?”

Her shoulders lifted in a shrug. “They need pilots over there. It’s great money, and it’s all non-taxable.”

“You just came back from there, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, but…”

“You’re asking to go back.” It wasn’t a question. It was a statement, one that said he saw right through her.

She turned back around to look out the window. She didn’t want to look at him when she felt the tears burn behind her eyes. If he would just say he loved her and ask her not to go, she wouldn’t. “It’s better this way.”

“What’s better? Leaving?”

“Yeah. I mean, you and I aren’t…there isn’t anything between us.”

A soft knock sounded at the door and Keith said, “Justin?”

He left her side and approached the door with a sharp, “What?” as he pulled open the door.

“I hate to interrupt, but you really need to deal with Ilana.”

“I’ll be out in a minute.” He slammed the door shut, and she jumped as his obvious frustration bounced off the walls around them. Walking back to her side, he pulled her around and said, “This isn’t over. We’ll talk about this when I’m done dealing with the problem in the front room.”

His mouth came down, slanting across hers and she could almost fool herself into thinking his kiss held a bit of desperation in it at the thought of her leaving. When he lifted his head, his eyes searched her face for a moment before he turned on his heels and disappeared out the bedroom door.

She let the tears come as she sank down on the window seat. Sobs racked her frame for several minutes before she wiped the wetness from her cheeks and stood. She grabbed her shoes from the floor and slipped them on before she silently pulled open the door and peered out. She could hear Justin’s angry voice, but it sounded far away, like he stood in the next county.

Slipping out into the hall, she moved silently, trying not to let him hear her. She wanted to get away, away from him and the disturbing hold he held on her heart, before she changed her mind. The door loomed in front of her and she moved toward it. She grasped the door handle, pulling it open before peeking over her shoulder to check for his presence. It would be just like him to see her leaving and drag her back inside the house or throw her over his broad shoulder like he did earlier.

She sighed in relief when she pulled the door closed behind her. Moving toward the valet, she asked for her keys, insisting she could retrieve her car herself.

Sliding into the leather interior, she let out the breath she had been holding before she pushed the lock on the door. The car’s engine growled when she turned it over. The headlights reflected off the barn and she choked back a sob as her thoughts ricocheted to their interrupted interlude, and then to the desperate lovemaking in the bedroom.

When she pulled down the driveway, she looked in the rearview mirror just in time to see him race out the door and stop on the porch as he watched her leave.

* * * *

“Are you sure this is what you want, Major?” General Patricia Langston stood in front of Katrina and surveyed the transfer paperwork.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“What are you running from, Katrina?”

“I don’t know what you mean, ma’am.”

“Don’t you?”

Katrina’s eyes filled with tears for a moment before she stiffened her shoulders and refused to let them fall, especially in front of her mother. “No, ma’am.”

“What does Justin say about this?” Patricia waved the paperwork in her hand in front of Katrina and she gasped.

“How did…”

“Your father told me about him if that’s what you are asking. Why are you running away from him? You love him.” Katrina opened her mouth to deny it, but Patricia silenced her with a wave of her hand. “Don’t deny it. I can see it all over your face when his name is mentioned. Your eyes light up.”

“It doesn’t matter. He doesn’t love me.”

“Have you asked him?”

“Well no, but…”

“Have you told him how you feel?” She dropped her gaze, and Patricia stepped in front of her. “Katrina, don’t make the same mistake I made.”

“I don’t see how you can even say that! I’m not pregnant and leaving my child with its father to be raised without the love of a mother.”

“No, but you are walking away from the man you love for the force.”

Katrina moved toward the window and looked out over the empty airfield. “No, I’m walking away from the man I love because he doesn’t love me.”

“Fine. If this is what you really want, I’ll sign them.” Patricia scrawled her expressive signature across the bottom of the paperwork and folded it, before she held it out for Katrina to take.

“Thank you.”

“For the record, you are making a huge mistake.”

“I appreciate your concern, but it’s none of your business what I do.”

Katrina turned and left Patricia’s office, shutting the door behind her.
It’s done. I’ll be leaving in a week for Iraq and with any luck, I’ll forget all about Justin Wilder.

She headed for her car. There were several things she needed to take care of before she left. She dreaded telling her grandmother and Mark she planned to leave, but it had to be done.

Pulling into the parking spot at her apartment, she sighed heavily before she pushed the door of her car open and grabbed her flight bag. Once the car had been locked, she moved toward the stairs before she saw Mrs. Abraham walking her little dachshund.

“Hello, Katrina. How are you my dear?”

“I’m fine, ma’am. I’ve got a lot of stuff to do, so if you’ll excuse me.”

“Of course. Are you meeting that nice young man I saw over here a while back?”

Justin. God, why did she have to ask about Justin?
“No ma’am. We aren’t seeing each other anymore.”

“I’m sorry to hear your news. He looked like just your type.”

“Yeah, well, I guess he wasn’t after all.”

“I guess not. You take care, sweetheart. If you need to talk, you call me.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Katrina pushed open her apartment door as the tears threatened to fall down her cheeks. She dropped her bag on the couch and headed toward the refrigerator.
I need a drink.

She poured herself a glass of red wine, grabbed the phone, and headed out to her balcony. First, she dialed her grandmother’s phone number. Gram would be upset she hadn’t come to tell her personally, but she knew there would be a lecture and she didn’t want to deal with it right now.