Okay, to all you loyal fans, few and far between, but loyal still. Here is chapter four, finally. I know, I know, long wait. I am working on chapter five as well and hopefully will have it worked out soon. Enjoy!
MJ
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"Witherton!" snapped Jamie, and Devon pulled a fast salute while turning on his heel as he let go of me.
"Yes, sir?"
"Do you need to be here?"
"No, sir."
"Then get back to your post. Now."
"Yes, sir.
"Sorry Claire. We'll talk later." Called Devon over his shoulder as he walked quickly away.
"Okay, my quarters at seven."
"Major!" Barked Jamie.
"Yes, sir." Came the reply.
"What the hell was that, Claire? And why may I ask did you kiss him?" Jamie walked up close to me and stood towering over, making me feel very intimidated.
"Not that it is any of your business, but . . ."
"Oh but it is my business," interrupted Jamie. "I don't need my men getting distracted from their posts just because you make pretty eyes them."
"Making pretty eyes? Now wait just one minute you arrogant bastard, but it is none of your damn business if I talk to one of you officers or not. And I wasn't making eyes at him."
"Ah, there you are wrong. Everything that pertains to you on this base involves me and is my business. And you were not just talking to him, you kissed him." Jamie's eyes were now narrowed with anger.
"Yes I did kiss him, but I wanted to wish my lover a hello." I grinned inwardly at Jamie's tortured look.
"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.