"What the hell do you mean lover?" He snarled and grabbed my arms, fingers digging in. I cried out in pain, but he didn't release me. "You don't have a lover."
"Again, it is not any of your business what I do and don't have, and would you please let me go." This conversation was wearing me out.
"No. Major Witherton had best not be your lover, or I will make his life a living hell, as well as yours." With that, Jamie claimed my mouth in a kiss meant to order me about. And sadly enough, I complied to his demands and let him take my mouth in a soul shattering, all consuming kiss.
My arms were let go as Jamie wrapped his arms tightly around my waist, one hand sliding down to cup one of my buttocks, then giving it a firm squeeze. I slid my hands slowly up his chest and around his neck, my hands tangling in his hair, my body flush against his and bent back over his arms.
Oh god! I felt like I was falling again. The suppressed feelings from the night before came flooding back and I let out a soft moan, his mouth capturing the sound and growling in reply.
"God you taste so good, Claire," he murmured as he pulled back. He nuzzled the arch of my neck and held me even closer. I felt him sigh and I wondered at this amazing attachment he seemed to have for me. We had known each other less than twenty four hours and here he was making love to me in the simplest of ways. Yet they were some of the most shattering to my emotional well being and mental stability. I felt like I had no will when I was in his presence and that he would command me to his every wish if I complied vocally.
He had no idea how close I was to giving in. Oh, he was an arrogant bastard. That was undeniable, and I am sure he knew it, but at the same time, here was a man that wasn't afraid to take what he wanted. I wanted him madly, but I also didn't want him to think he had the upper hand. Although I was starting to feel that I had obviously given it to him with me falling into his arms whenever he grabbed me and kissed me. I knew I wouldn't be able to last much longer with the physical assault on my senses. At this rate, I would be in his bed by the time the next day passed.
It was pure torture to my body to slowly push him away when he continued to hold me and nibble my neck. I tingled all over and as I hadn't pushed him forcibly away, he let me go. I breathed deeply to compose myself.
Jamie gave me a careful look. "Would you please answer my question about Major Witherton?" When I nodded he repeated the query as to whether or not the major was my lover.
"At one time he was, now he is a good friend." I looked at the Colonel warily. "But I cherish him deeply, so I know that if I ever needed anything, including companionship, he would be the one I could go to, and if there was no one else, I would." Which was completely true. I still loved him. Not the way I had back when I was young, but more as a person I trusted completely. One that I knew would take care of me if I let him or needed him too. It was a trust I knew I would go to if Jamie hurt me, and for one brief moment I saw the look of understanding and acceptance that of what I said.
"I won't hurt you Claire." The Colonel made a very brash and bold statement considering the whole situation.
" You can't guarantee that, but for now I will take you at your word. I still won't go along with you ordering me about though. As it is, I could have your ass wiping the floor considering your deliberate ignoring of Section 433 of the code of ethics. You know the one about higher authority and sexual harassment." I gave him a haughty look.
"Oh come off your high horse, Claire. You know that only works if the victim isn't willing, and considering you practically groped me, it wouldn't fly in any court."
For once I laughed. "Nope, it wouldn't work, but I am not going to be some toy of yours and I am certainly not going to fall all over you and concede to every wish you set forth with me. If anything, you are on a pretty high horse thinking I will just jump into bed with you."
A muscle ticked in Jamie's jaw as he glared at me, and I knew he didn't like what I was saying. Finally he sighed and slumped his shoulders slightly.
"Fine. But," he stepped close to me, towering over me, his smell permeating my nose, " that doesn't mean I won't try." I looked up at him. "Fair enough?"
"Well, at least you've given me fair warning this time," I gasped out. He was just too darn close to make breathing easy.
"Good." And he grabbed me around the waist again and pressed his full open lips to mine.
Hell. Oh well, if I was going to go out, I might as well go out with a bang. I wrapped my arms around his neck and slid one long leg up his thigh to rest near his hip. And I gave a little moan. Might as well make it worth my while. This was too good to resist. I already knew he wanted me. Maybe I needed to make him want me even more.
