It was too much. His humor, kindness, and amazing body drew her across the last two steps. Rather than being cool, the skin of his chest was warm against her fingertips. She kept a hand there lightly as she leaned in for the kiss.
He stood there naked, but didn’t grab or even drive into the kiss. Instead he gave her the gentleness one would expect from a long-time lover—not that she’d ever really had one to measure such things by.
When his hands moved tentatively to her light jacket, she again rested her hands on the backs of his to guide them along.
Never breaking the kiss, he stripped her down in such slow motion that she did indeed feel as if she was in a movie scene. A fellow soldier yanked off clothes, expected you to do the same, then tumbled into bed.
Patrick made it an endless
