Her soft, firm body melts at my touch in a way that makes me want to learn new ways of making love, so I can claim her every way possible. I glide my hands down her perfect curves and pull her against me.

Katya plants her palms on my chest and pushes me away, breaking the kiss. Her face is flushed, her eyes sparking with fire. Her body is pliant, her breathing off.

"Two days," she repeats.

"It's what I wanted to talk to you about over coffee," I reply, nuzzling her. "Do you want me to stay longer?" I capture her lips once more. It's not possible to have her naked body in my arms and not make love to her, not after everything we've been through and how deeply we plunged into each other's hearts last night.

Her hands travel under my shirt and push it up. I lean back enough to take it off.

"Yes," she says. "I do."

The sensation of her breasts pressed to my chest adds to the fire racing through my blood.

"I can stay a couple of weeks," I say as I strip out of my pants. Her cool hands roam down my hips to my straining erection.

"And then … what?" she asks.

"Trust me, Katya," I grunt.

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If last night was hot, this morning is like being a Crayon melted in the sun. Katya's passion pushes past any restraint I can muster. I pick her up, taking her to the bed once more.

Settling on top of her, I enter her quickly this time, with urgency, my mouth devouring hers hungrily as her thighs clench my hips and fingernails rake down my back. She's so hot and tight and slick, her kisses and passion consuming. I let her carry me away with her desire and hunger.

Two weeks … a lifetime isn't long enough for me to be satisfied with her. I'm not possessive of women, but I could be with her from the sheer amount of need and emotion burning me up from the inside out.

I want to be yours.

Fuck! I've wanted her to be mine for months, to cart her off and prove to her how good we could be together.

I get lost in her body, in her sighs. The breathless way she cries my name before she comes, the softness of her skin. My god, I'm intoxicated by the sweet, addictive taste of her core. On her back, her belly, her side, doggy-style, cowgirl … on the bed and off … I can't get enough of her and feel my self-control sizzle in her fire as I try. I need to explore every part of her body, to memorize each curve and hollow, so that, when I do return to Iraq, I have something to tide me over until the next time I see her.




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