Page 19 of The Commander

“Were you?”

“I’m not a hero, Quinn.”

Case in point, I should be out with a woman my age, not sitting on the side of the road with a drunk twenty-four-year-old who reports to me and whom I want to fuck.

“It sounded like he thinks you are an excellent captain to be under.” Quinn sniggered. “Which sounds rude, and I’m going to be honest with you, right now my mind went straight—”

“Drink,” I snapped and stood up.

In complete rebellion, she lay down on the grass, facing up at the stars while I glared at her top, which grazed the bottom of her breasts.

She wore no bra. Motherfucker.

“Quinn, come on,” I urged, very aware that I had the Colonel’s daughter lying drunk on the highway.

“Can’t. Still sick. Come lie with me.”

“Lying down isn’t going to make you feel less sick. Sit up and drink.”

“Come on, Captain. You waited all night for me.” Quinn ran a hand over her breast. “You know you want to.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Without thinking, I reached down, lifted her fireman style into my arms and strode to my bike. She threw her head back, laughing as her arms looped around my neck. By the time we reached the bike, our faces were inches apart, and we were both breathing heavily.

“Thank God you won’t remember this,” I muttered.

“I will if you kiss me,” she replied, her voice husky.

“You don’t date men in uniform, remember, and I’m your commanding officer.”

“Then why do you look like you want to eat me up, Noah Jenkins?” Quinn licked her lips.

Because I do.

“Two options: kiss me, or I will suck your cock.”

Jesus fucking Christ.

“That’s it, I’m taking you home,” I growled, dropping her on the back of the bike as she laughed like a vixen.

I put the water away and climbed on, turning to see if she had her helmet on. Instead, warm, soft lips slammed onto mine as she climbed up my back.

I was paralyzed, knowing she’d hate herself for this once sober. But my body took over completely as fire blazed right through my body to my cock. I tossed the helmet out of her hands and pulled her around to sit over my knee and kissed her as if our lives depended on it.

Deep.

Starving.

Claiming.

Her hands explored my chest, sliding over my neck and into my hair as I tugged her firmly against my denim jeans. Against my thick and throbbing cock.

Cars sped past, but I didn’t care. The only thing I focused on was the sweet taste of Quinn and how my fingers were threaded through her long dark hair, and I never wanted to let her go. She was tiny in my arms, but the passion burning between us could have set the world on fire.

The need for oxygen was the only thing that stopped us. Desire blazed in her blue eyes as I locked onto them.

“I will remember that,” she whispered, cupping my face. “Forever.”