lived a regimented life.
“What is it?” she whispered. Her lips were painted a stimulating shade of red.
“I’m taking it from here,” he told her, whipping off his jacket and tie and recklessly dropping them to the ground before bending to scoop her into his arms.
The moon was out, fat and round, framing the bed in a spotlight of white. Taylor smelled exotic—spicy, piquant, striking. There was nothing ordinary or demure about her.
“We don’t dislike Taylor,” his dad had told him earlier when they’d spied Taylor in the reception-hall crowd. “She’s just not the girl for you, son. You two come from completely different worlds.”
It was true. He came from a dedicated career military family. She hailed from privileged high society and yet, they fitted together. How could their pairing be a mistake when it felt so right?
Her head was thrown back, her smooth creamy neck exposed, her hair trailing down the side of his forearm as he carried her to the bed. Her body was both firm and soft and totally womanly. One of her breasts rested against his bicep as he arranged her gently on the bed.
He stepped back, his eyes drinking her in. She lowered her eyelids halfway and gave him her naughtiest expression. What the woman could do to him with a simple glance left him speechless.
And what he wouldn’t give to be able to capture this special moment. Lock it in a bottle. Seal it in a time capsule. Emotions twisted through him. Joy, pride, lust, excitement.
She positioned herself on her side, the pink thong riding high on her hip. Daniel’s gaze honed in on the sleek curve of her hip. She ran a hand through her hair, tousling the long, loose curls. One strand fell across her eye, adding to her sexual mystique.
He stared.
Taylor tucked the errant tendril behind one ear and batted her eyelashes. Her deep, chocolate-brown gaze snagged his, languid as syrup. “Are you going to stand there all night, doctor? Or are you going to quell my fever?”
Marry me, he should have said.
But the moment wasn’t right for the words and the ring was in the pocket of his jacket dropped on the ground several feet away.
He grinned instead. “You are so, so hot.”
That’s romantic, Corben. Way to set the mood.
This evening wasn’t going the way he’d planned. He’d meant to take her to their favorite sneak-away spot at the lake, open a bottle of chilled champagne, get down on one knee and ask her to be his wife for the rest of their lives. But he’d lost control of the situation and now they were up here on the roof of the ROTC building, everything on her terms.
She’s an heiress. She’s used to getting what she wants when she wants it.
Was that such a bad thing? According to his mother it was, but Daniel saw her daring self-confidence as a good thing. She was so alive, so free, so sure of herself. Being with her made him feel the same way about himself.
Taylor’s dark-eyed gaze misted with lust. She flicked out her tongue to lick her lips and Daniel forgot about everything except his driving need to sink deeply into her lush body.
She held out her arms. “Why are you standing way over there?”
Growling, he came toward her.
He had one knee on the bed when she reached up with the flat of her bare foot and pressed it against his chest, halting his progress. The sight of her toes, painted to match her bra and panties shot his desire into overload.
“I’m going to wear you out, lieutenant. The way you’ve never been worn out before. Are you prepared for that?” Her sultry laugh skipped across his eardrums. Helplessly his dick stiffened against the zipper of his uniform pants, anxious to escape confinement.
“Are you prepared for that?” He narrowed his eyes as she curled her toes into his muscles.
“Oh, yeah,” she murmured. “I’m making sure our last night is one to remember.”
“As if you could forget me,” he teased, his eyes locking on to hers, his hand going to his belt buckle as he toed off his shoes.
“What was your name again?” she teased right back.
Immediately he flashed to himself in Washington, D.C., and Taylor here on the UT campus. Surrounded by men. He gulped.
Ask her to marry you now.
She dropped her foot, curled up to a sitting position and reached for his zipper.
Daniel groaned.
“Yeah, baby,” she cooed as her fingers tugged down the zipper. “That’s my big man.”
His gaze slid straight through the cleavage of that pink lace bra. She had such gorgeous tits. Perfect size. Full and round and real, but not too big. Just right. Everything about her was just right. He couldn’t help reaching out to cup them at the same second as she jerked his pants down his legs.
Taylor was frantic. A wild thing. Going for his underwear next, ripping it off, and then pulling him down on top of her. He was equally hungry. His mouth seared hers as they dissolved into a tumble of arms and legs on the bed.
The atmosphere on the roof was turgid and ripe with the smell of their desire. He wanted Taylor and he wanted her now. Wanted her every way possible.
She reached around to unhook her bra and she tossed if off the bed before wrapping her long, sexy legs around his waist.
His cock throbbed. Blood galloped through his veins, engorging him hard and hot.
“Wait, wait,” she gasped. “Can’t forget protection.” Seemingly from out of nowhere, Taylor produced a condom and moved to roll it onto him. The entire time she was doing it all he could think was—gotta have her, gotta have her now.
When she’d finished, she fell spread-eagled onto the bed and he tumbled atop her, his big body pressing her into the mattress. He took command of her lips, but she was ready and waiting for him. She darted her sly sweet tongue into his mouth, rushing pell-mell past his teeth.
Each stroke drove the heat inside him higher and higher. Temperatures rising. Blood boiling. Brain blazing. And his cock—aw, hell, his cock was an inferno.
Taylor raked her fingers through his freshly clipped military haircut and arched her hips upward, driving him mad with the brush of her nipples beaded tight against his chest. And the sight of her flame-red hair curling down her creamy bare skin—have mercy.
He inhaled her womanly fragrance, feminine and enticing and the aroma jettisoned him to a whole new level of arousal. He had to taste her, inhale her, touch every inch of her.
Wetting his lips, he struggled to relish each second, mentally noting what was happening so that when he was in medical school cracking the textbooks, suturing wounds, doing scut work for the residents, he could trot out the memory of this night and replay it over and over. The night he graduated college. The same night that he asked the most exciting woman in
