Page 6 of Wrong Number, Right Soldier (Wrong Number, Right Guy #11)

Trey

And that’s how I ended up back in my humble little Dallas abode, which I never actually considered I might return to someday, and definitely not with the smartest and most beautiful woman in the world. With the most kissable, soft lips . And that’s a verified fact.

My head has been spinning since that kiss. Coming home from deployment tends to be rough—a little disorienting, to say the least. This time, I feel disoriented in a whole new, exhilarating way.

It’s interesting how, with the help of technology, Saylis and I began this relationship the old-fashioned way: talking.

Getting to know each other. We never crossed the line into sexting, dirty talk, or sending overly flirty pictures.

First of all, she didn’t have to send me overly flirty pics to get my head headed in that direction, anyhow.

My mind took care of that all on its own.

And we were both busy plus I never wanted to risk anything salacious being overheard.

All of that falls away now.

I lead Saylis on a grand tour of my home that takes all of six minutes. She pauses at my bedroom, but only for a beat, then heads right into the ensuite bathroom.

“I can give you a minute,” I offer to her.

“No.” She shakes her head slowly, a look on her face that I have never seen there before. If hangry made a face—that’d be the one. Her onyx-rimmed bright blue eyes don’t just take me in; they devour me. “C’mere. You need to shower, remember?”

“I remember…” I say as she peels out of her jeans and pulls her shirt over her head. She reaches back to unhook her bra, and her beautiful, bountiful tits pop free.

I stride toward her as she slides down her panties.

Fuck. Oh, fuck. I lick my lips and squeeze my hands into fists.

The sight of her fully naked body—her thick hips and toned thighs—makes me instantly hard. I have to remind myself that in some kind of way, we just met. But all I want to do is lunge toward her and love her so hard she lets me keep her, maybe even forever.

Saylis spins around, giving me a full view of her tight, round ass, turns on the water, and steps in. She smiles at me over her shoulder.

“Well, what are you waiting for, Soldier?”

“I don’t actually think you’re ready for this.” I proffer a smirk.

“Try me.”

She’s asking for it .

I strip out of everything and step into the shower with her, effectively saluting her with my rock-hard erection. Saylis grins, ever demurely, and hands me the soap. I take it from her and she spins around, grazing her nice, juicy ass against my groin.

“ Aghh ,” I growl, biting down on a coarser word. I gawk at her ass, noting the way her curves align with the shape of my cock. I lather my hands. She shivers when I press them to her bare skin. “Turn around, sweetheart,” I say in a low, shredded groan.

Soapy water sluices down her hips, dizzying me.

“You’re the one who’s dirty.”

“Yes.”

She just blinks at me, then whirls around, gripping a well-placed support bar and kicking her head back so I can wash her frontside. My eyes roll back for a heartbeat. It’s very difficult, impossible, to think of anything but her tits right there, all soapy and wet.

I groan, sweeping my hands down her arms, over her stomach and bountiful chest. I lower down to my haunches to soap up her legs, indulging selfishly in the feel of her skin and the sound she makes when she hitches a breath.

I tap her ankle, prompting her to lift one foot. I lift my gaze to her wet, plush, warm little bud. I look down to her toes, washing her gently and thoroughly.

“I have fucking dreamed of this. Every. Night.”

She tilts her head, letting the shampoo rinse away. “Me, too.”

I hold her face with both hands, she lets me, and I gaze in her eyes. “Is that so.”

Then she stands on tiptoe, and kisses me, and my whole world rolls around. She lets go.

Her soft smile ignites my desire, steadies my heart. Rights my world. God I am fucking crazy for her.

I dive back in for her lips. Addiction. This is addiction. My only one ever.

And I have zero regrets.

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Saylis

I melt in his kiss. Trey’s big, strong hands scope through my hair, eliciting shivers that tingle every nook and cranny of my existence.

I moan against his rush of affection. He growls in reply.

His heated touch is all-consuming, holding me against him as his mouth brushes mine, his heavy cock pressed to the quivering apex of my thighs.

I part my lips, letting his tongue delve deep and dance with my own, teasing me senseless, sparking desire for him like I haven’t felt in…

never. I have never felt desire like this .

My heart flaps like a tiny bird in its cage, set free when Trey pulls me in to deepen the kiss. All that time apart dissolves down to mere moments. As if only a day’s gone by since we were together.

He’s familiar, in a way. And at the same time, entirely new.

The way his coarse stubble grazes my cheeks.

His arms, whipcord and strong, hold me close.

We survey each other. I watch the water drip from each dip and bulge, over his wide chest that tapers down to washboard abs and narrow hips, where his tan line abruptly ends.

I trace my fingers over every newly formed crenel and ridge.

Damn, he’s worked mighty hard for this Adonis body.

Our bodies mold to one another, as we kiss, claw, and groan against the flame glowing hotter between us, hunching and grinding as we rediscover each other, and find a new rhythm.

“Trey,” I sigh against his mouth, open and hot and wet against mine. “You’re clean enough. Let’s go get in bed.”

“Mmph,” he groans softly against my cheek. “That was almost your teacher voice.”

“Don’t tell me you like that,” I tease.

“I fucking love it.”

I look up at dark eyes, giving the most serious expression I can muster under his heated gaze and the spray of water and the…circumstances. “Let’s. Go.”

“Yes, ma’am —I mean, miss.” He grins, and it’s somehow the cutest, and the sexiest, all wrapped into one. “Please.”

My heart speeds. I want this man with a greedy, hungry, incessant need. Judging by his impassioned kisses and the unyielding cock jerking against my core—he wants me too. But shower sex is a pain in the ass.

I grip him by the nape of his neck. “Make love to me, Trey.”

Trey swoops me into his arms and carries me to the bedroom, unaware or unaffected by the fact we’re both sopping wet.

He lowers me down and kisses me from head to toe, stopping to languish on the parts of me he is most curious of.

My mouth. My throat. My breasts. Goosebumps skitter along my erogenous zones.

He sweeps his tongue up along my inner thigh.

He arcs his soulful gaze up toward mine, poised to wreck me with more of his pleasure. He saves my pussy for last.

I moan, breathlessly, bowing my hips up to meet his mouth, where my desire feels agonizingly concentrated.

He proffers nips along my bud, his stubbled jaw chafing against my sensitive skin, then licks with the delicate softness of light chiffon.

So fine in the wake of his more ravaging touch.

I sigh in tandem with every stroke of his tongue up and down my bikini line and between my silken lips, until he finally admires my trembling clit.

I feel my pussy drip on his mouth, my pulse intensify when he draws little circles there with his velvet tongue, setting my core on fire.

When I’m close, I feel him smile, then he finds my center and delves deeper with his tongue, pistoning me as I cry out his name.

Oh, this is my new favorite way to come.

All over his lips and tongue. As gently as he needs to be, he holds my hips against his mouth, inspiring me.

He doesn’t stop until I’m there. Fireworks enflame my clit.

Trey moans against my shuddering core, and the little vibrations pulsate toward every one of my nerve endings, rending me. Ending me .

“Oh. My. God!” I sing.

“You taste…” He makes a show of sweeping his tongue over his lips, a cat-ate-the-canary grin plastered on his face. “… so fucking good .”

“My turn?” I offer, eyeing his cock.

His eyebrows form a V as he considers it. He pumps his shaft in one thick handful, looking immutable as a stone tower. With his other hand he crawls over me, tracing his fingers over my mouth, tickling me.

“As pretty as your lips are, sweetheart…I’m dying to get inside of you.”

“Yes, please.”

He rises up to straddle my face anyway. I part my lips, letting him touch the head to my tongue.

He eases the fullness of his snake all the way in my mouth.

I wrap my lips around the shaft, and all but swallow his cock from root to tip.

With a quivering groan he lowers back down, and kisses me, spreading my own honey all over my lips.

It doesn’t matter that I just orgasmed all over his handsome face—when Trey buries his cock inside my core, I feel relit, trembly and weak with desire for him. My hips, feeling suddenly pliant and loose, buck up against his carnal, rhythmic thrusts. A new wave swells in my veins.

Trey surveys me with his darkened, searing gaze. “Christ you feel amazing.”

My climax reaches a fever pitch. I’m almost there … “Trey, come in me…”

“Yes, baby.” He growls, proffering an almost pained expression, and clinches my breast with one strong, sturdy hand.

I yelp as Trey speeds up his thrusts. At the top of everything that I can handle, I cry in delight, his cock flexes hard, and my walls cling to him like a vise, as his sweet, syrupy seed launches deep inside of me.

“You love me,” Trey whispers on a sigh.

I wrap myself around him. And then for the first time in person, I tell him, from the depth of my heart, “I love you, Trey Rivers.”

Trey grins, contentedly. He cradles my face, his fingertips grazing down the side of my cheek. He kisses me, then stares into my eyes. “God I love you, Saylis.”

After some time, I ask, “What now—can you stay a while, in Dallas?”

“I get fifteen days’ R and R.”

“I have an interview tomorrow to prepare for.”

“Already? Wow, impressive.”

“Thank you.” I smile, then ask, “What?” when I see the mischievous look on his face.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I’m going to bother the shit out of you.”