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“Are you sure you won’t stay past Wednesday night’s ceremony, Major Collier?”
The mind-reading major gave a reluctant head shake. “Much as I’d like to stay a while, sir, I need to be back in Georgia. My grandfather is getting on in years and needs help around the farm, harvesting the peaches and such.”
Her father wiped the corners of his mouth. “I try to imagine a mind like yours going toward peach farming and I just can’t. We need you training new recruits, here at Black Rock, passing on your problem-solving ability.”
“All due respect, sir, I put in my time.” His smile matched his good-natured tone. “I think you’d be surprised how much strategy goes into farming. My mind won’t be wasted; I’ll just be switching focus.”
Ke
During the course of the meal, she’d learned more about Beck’s time overseas. His ability to find patterns and devise unique and often diplomatic ways to ended crises. He’d had the option of coming home more than once, but had turned it down. Although Beck had mentioned to her father that going home and leaving behind his fellow soldiers hadn’t felt right, Ke
“There’s a ceremony coming up?” Ke
Beck looked uncomfortable for the first time that night. “There’s a medal ceremony I’ve been asked to attend—”
“Asked to attend?” Her father interrupted with a rumbling laugh. “He’s the honoree. Major Collier is being presented with a Silver Star.”
“Oh,” she whispered, wondering why he’d never mentioned it. Wasn’t an impending honor something a soldier would be proud of? Why did he look so uneasy? “Congratulations, Major.”
“Yes, congratulations,” Tina echoed with a smile as she rose from the table. Ke
Ke
Her father leaned back as Tina took away his plate and disappeared into the kitchen. “Have another, son. Ke
While her pulse began pounding in her ears, Beck’s frown only deepened. “Garage?”
“I live in an apartment above a garage on the south perimeter of base,” she explained, before her father could jump in. “They let me use an empty warehouse downstairs for my work.”
“What work is that?”
Had his voice gotten deeper? Ke
The right corner of his mouth lifted. “Yeah?”
Before she could answer, Tina stuck her head out from the kitchen. “Joseph—I mean, Lieutenant General—there is a call for you. Colonel Wheeler.”
“I’ll take it in the study.” Her father slapped his chair’s armrests and stood. Beck immediately followed his lead. “I’m afraid this man is as long-winded as they come.” He nodded at Ke
Beck saluted her father and the older man followed suit before leaving the room.
Then they were alone again. The table seemed to shrink between them, as if tempting her to do as she craved—crawl across it and launch herself at Beck. He’d managed to hide every trace of desire for her during di
His easygoing demeanor had departed the room with her father. His cheekbones appeared more pronounced and tinged with red, his hands curled into fists.
“Ready to go?” she asked, inwardly cringing at the breathless quality of her voice.
“No.”
“No?”
His eyes cut to the side, then back. “If I stand up, you’re going to see what happens when you look at me that way for over an hour, Ke
“What way is that?”
She could tell he was struggling not to look at her cleavage. Inside, she was begging him to, but his gaze remained locked on hers. “Like maybe you’re pla
Ke
When she rose from the table, he interpreted her expression right away, shaking his head. “What are you doing?”
Without answering, she circled the table and trailed a finger across the massive breadth of his powerful shoulders. They began rising and falling, seeming to expand with each movement. It reminded her of his size, as if additional thoughts were necessary. His obvious strength was the turn-on because it was kept so tightly leashed. She wanted to snap that leash.
Whether or not he’d done it consciously, Beck had leaned back into her touch, leaving a gap of room between his body and the table. Ke
She looked down and saw the thick ridge of his erection, outlined where it lay against his belly. Anticipation sent dampness spreading between her legs. Need him inside me. Need him to need me back. “When you think about your first time, Major…” She flicked open the top two buttons of her shirt. “Am I on top, riding your big body? Or do you have me on my back, taking it hard?”
His tight-lipped groan sent a shiver pulsing up her thighs. “Don’t make me say these things here. I’m trying to do this right.”
Trying to do what right? Be respectful to her father…or something else? She didn’t want to know, so she finished opening the trail of buttons and parted the thin material of her shirt. He managed to keep his gaze plastered to the ceiling until she unsnapped the front clasp of her bra. His head came up, eyes blazing as her bare breasts bounced free. “Jesus Christ.” His tongue dragged along his bottom lip like a man getting ready for a meal, but instead of feasting on her, he said, “I could live off the sight of you, darlin’. But if you don’t put your shirt back on, I’ll hold you down and do it myself.”
Her sex clenched at his words, the mental image of Beck angrily dressing her. “I’ll put my shirt back on if you answer my question.”