Impulsive (The Soldier's Firm Hand) by Wilde Amity

Author:Wilde, Amity [Wilde, Amity]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-01-04T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

*** Lauren ***

“Morning, sleepyhead.”

I woke to the pleasant scratch of stubble and a warm pair of lips pressed against my cheek. Flashes of what we’d done the night before played through my mind, and I feigned sleep for just a minute more to remember every single detail.

Strangely though, there wasn’t any guilt. I’d gone to sleep with a gorgeous man wrapped around me after more orgasms than I could count, and while we might not have had sex, every inch of my body remembered his touch. I already wanted more, but he was dressed and looking like he was getting ready to leave.

That part I didn’t like.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come back to bed?” I licked my lips and wrapped a hand around the back of his neck, drawing him down so I could tempt him back under the covers.

Jared smiled and stroked my cheek with his thumb. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling. It was hard to believe we’d only known each other a couple days. He felt like he belonged here with me.

“I’ve got a long day ahead of me. Grant called earlier, I need to take a shower and get down to the marina to help out now that the storm has blown over. Can I trust you not to get into trouble while I’m gone?” His face was stern, but his voice was full of humor.

“I’ll do my best, even though I am but a simple impulsive woman.” I pressed the back of my hand against my forehead with a melodramatic sigh.

He laughed and poked me in the stomach. “You forgot sarcastic.”

“Only on days ending in ‘y’,” I teased, as I snuggled under the covers and watched his fine behind make its way into the bathroom. “But I have to warn you, I’m getting an impulse right now!”

“Save it for later!”

I stretched out, feeling pleased with how normal things were between us. How long had it been since someone last shared my bed all night? Too long maybe, but I was pretty sure it had never been like that, easy and comfortable.

By the time he was out of the shower, I’d forced myself to get up and was going through my camera equipment, making sure I had everything I needed for the day.

“Have you always wanted to be a photographer?” he asked.

“Yeah, but I’m not yet. Not really.” I don’t know why I felt the need to tell him that, he didn’t have to hear about all my insecurities quite yet, if ever. “That’s why I’m here.”

“What do you mean? You are or you aren’t, so which is it?”

“I am, but...” I took a deep breath, blowing it out slowly. “My Dad, he’s a real photographer. A photographic journalist. I take pictures.”

“There’s a difference?” Jared scrubbed his hair with a towel and looked at me, confused.

“Drugs, disasters, wars, terrorist bombings, you name it, Dad has a story to tell you. Remember how we met and you said you kept the world safe so people like me could do our stupid little things in peace? You weren’t far off.

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