Page 55 of The Commander

I cursed quietly.

“Dismissed.”

That’s one thing the military got right; they empower women, but they don’t sugarcoat things. Not if it could cost a life, or lives.

I respect that.

I wriggle without thinking and hear a sexy growl behind me.

“Sweetheart, that bottom of yours is about to get impaled if you keep doing that.” Noah’s voice is rough.

I blush and let out a groan.

“And that.”

Twisting in his arms as he loosens them, I look into his beautiful brown eyes and lie once more. “Gross.”

“Good morning to you, too, gorgeous girl.”

“I didn’t mean your face,” I clarify because my folks taught me not to be rude.

“I didn’t mean yours. I was talking to your tits.” He smirks.

Rolling my eyes, I take in his unshaven jaw and wish I could be with this man for real. “Why are you here?”

I secretly wish he’d rip my clothes off and finish what he started last night. But because that’s not ideal, bantering and arguing with him has always been safer.

Except when he gets all alpha and spreads my legs like he did last night. God, I liked it...way too much. So much that I let him cuddle me and then dozed off into post-orgasmic bliss.

I can’t fall asleep with Mark and yet here I am on top of the covers having used Noah as my duvet for the night.

“I’m here because you fell asleep in my arms after coming in my mouth, sweetheart. And when I went to move you growled like an angry bear until I moved back in position,” Noah says, and I scoff.

“I doubt that.”

I probably did.

“Shall we ring Mark and ask him how you sleep in his arms?”

I half sit up in panic, hoping he’s joking.

Noah grins, lets out a yawn and rolls onto his back.

“Mark isn’t...” Shit, I’m not awake enough to form a good argument yet. “Part of this.”

“Correct. Break up with him. Marry me.”

I gasp.

What did he just say?

With a flash, Noah lifts up, kisses my mouth with a sexy force that takes my breath away and then climbs off the bed.

“Get showered, dressed, and I’ll see you down in Section D at eight. Today is the Live Fire Movement and Maneuver training,” he says as if he didn’t just demand I marry him and kiss me like that.

“Stop kissing me.” I touch my fingers to my mouth.

My heart is beating so hard I think it might explode.