Page 82 of The Commander

“We’re taking it slow,” he rasps, and rips my top off.

“That didn’t feel slow.”

His lips twitch. “Lift your foot.”

My pink sleep shorts, which are ripped in places, disappear and are flung across the room.

“Guess I’ll be wearing a towel back to my building.”

“You assume I’m letting you leave.” He thumbs my nipple, and a groan escapes me.

“Noah,”

“Quinn. Fuck, you are gorgeous.”

I rip at his shirt when I realize he’s fully clothed. I can’t believe I’m going to see my commanding officer, the one I have lusted after for years, naked.

Every ripped inch of him.

He reaches over his head and tosses the shirt away, then unzips his jeans.

I bite my lip and watch as his hard cock slaps against his tattooed six-pack.

Holy shit.

His bare chest I’ve seen before, but fully naked, seeing Noah as the powerful warrior that he is, has my brain spinning.

“Breathe.”

I begin to tremble, and he reaches for my fingers, tugging me as he steps closer. Our bodies press together, a white heat merging with the lust that is ever there.

“Shower,” Noah reaches down and scoops me up into his arms.

I don’t argue; I simply loop my arms around his neck and close my eyes. He’s so big and masculine, and I can’t believe I’m finally letting this happen.

When he drops me to my feet and turns the water on, his mouth takes mine. Somehow, he maneuvers us under the water and with two hands he brushes the water over my forehead and hair.

“Take my cock,” he orders with a low, rich voice.

Doing as he asks, I glide my hand over the long, thick shaft and watch as he draws in a deep breath. He cups my breast and threads his other hand through my hair.

“Faster. Tighter.”

Then I feel my leg lifted and his fingers are finding my sex.

Oh god.

It all feels so good. I don’t know about going slow; I need him inside me right now. Then he penetrates me with his finger, leaning down to accommodate his size and height.

“Keep going. I like feeling your hand around my cock.”

“I want—”

“I know what you want. What you need. What you have always needed,” he rasps. “When I sink my cock inside you, Quinn, you need to know that you belong to me.”

My breath hitches, and something in my heart tightens.

This is it.