Does anyone remember an old WWII movie that also dubs as a love story, about a young Navy pilot (a Lieutenant) stationed in Hawaii, that meets a famous actress/singer/something, and later takes her on a plane ride and they land at some island? It's all I can remember about the movie and unfortunately I can't find it on any WWII movie list. Thanks!
Yeah, I know this chapter is criminally short, but this is where the scene ends and I couldn't do it any other way.
I still hope you'll enjoy it.
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Watching her stalk him with the swagger of a woman determined to seduce the man she had set her eyes on, Harm couldn't immediately decide what to do. Should he be the voice of reason, remind her they were in Italy on a case, as partners, and should not get involved; or should he close the distance between them, tear off her clothes and drag her to the bed?
Before he could stop her a pair of feminine arms snaked around his neck, tangling into the hair on the back of his head and a slim female body, but firm and soft in all the right places, pressed tightly into him.
Tracy tried to exploit her advantage and pull his lips to hers, but Harm resisted. It was as much a sincere need to think this through before acting as it was a statement he was making. Harmon Rabb, Jr. would be no woman's plaything, equal partners any day, but he wouldn't allow her to try to push him around or lord over him or try to take control in any other way.
Tracy's eyes snapped up to his in alarm when she felt the unyielding strength in his frame, it's unwillingness to bend forward. Harm was as still as a statue and she could try to manipulate his body either through coaxing or through physical force, she was no match for him and he would move only of his own accord.
Her alarm gave way to genuine worry as her deep brown pools frantically searched his, his aquamarine depths hiding all thought, face impassive as he stared down at her.
His expression was completely blank, gave nothing away, while on the inside his brain was working at maximum speed.
Should he do this? Should they do this?
What would the consequences be?
What did this mean to her? How would it affect their professional relationship if he gave in?
What would the Admiral say? More importantly: what would he do?
Would either of them have to be transferred and where?
What about Mac?
And the most important question: would it even be worth it?
As for Mac, the sole fact that he'd barely remembered her said all that was needed, it said everything. She was no longer a part of his future, only of his past, this truth was something he'd been hiding from for a while now, knowing it, but refusing to acknowledge it. No more hiding, the time had come to embrace the truth.
Looking down into the face of some other woman than Mac, the face of Tracy Manetti, a woman who's goodness of heart and character Mac had never and would never be able to reach, he repeated that last question.
Yes, Tracy was a great person, an oustanding officer and a gorgeous woman, but would starting something with her be worthy of every possible risk?
Watching her beautiful features turn from saucy and seductive to unsure and crestfallen at his lack of reaction he finally came to the conclusion that, yes, it indeed seemed that way.
Well, she had her answer. Even though she was far from happy, more like feeling her heart break and ego shatter, she'd known this was a possibility even before she'd started this. She knew about Mac and that stupid, destructive dance of a black widow the Marine played with Harm, but she'd still hoped he wasn't that far gone, too far to be rescued.
Obviously, she'd been wrong.
She allowed her arms to fall from around his neck and lowered her face to the floor, trying desperately to hide her tears.
She was just about to turn around to make her escape and preserve whatever pride she had left when she was grabbed by the shoulders and pulled into a hard male body, the force of the collision and the surprise of the action itself making her squeak. The moment her lips parted on the sound they were taken by another's.
Leaning down he ensnared her in a passionate kiss, startling a moan out of her, a moan that became never-ending.
The battle for dominance was short lived. Harm soon emerged victorious and took control of not only the kiss, but of everything.
In that moment of clarity Tracy gave in with a whimper, letting go and allowing Harm to take over. He would lead, she would follow and, even though she knew such a stance would have feminists burn her alive, she didn't care.
She'd finally found a man strong enough to whom she could give the reigns and good enough so that she would never regret this decision.
She trusted Harm and she knew with every fiber of her being that this trust was well invested.
Untangling the knot of her towel Harm tore it off her body and threw it away, wanting to see his prize.
Tracy did not disappoint, she was as fabulously shaped physically as she was beautiful as a person. His heartbeat quickened noticably, his mouth went dry and his body temperature rose as his eyes drank in the sight of her luscious naked figure. He ran greedy hands down her luscious body until they settled on her curvy butt and pressed her against his body.
Feeling the evidence of his desire against her soft stomach even through his clothes Tracy moaned louder and started grinding against him.
She knew exactly what was coming, just as her body knew for it was already preparing itself for the pleasurable physical exercise to follow, and she couldn't have been more agreeable. With what they were about to do they'd seal the deal, marking each other as their mate.
Harm's hands were big enough to span each buttcheek and he grabbed hold of their rock-hardness, lifting her until she finally had those amazing legs wrapped around his waist, exactly like he'd envisioned just a few minutes ago. The reality was even better than his imagination.
They lost themselves in their embrace until the need for air became prevailent. They needed no words, the desire in their burning eyes spoke clearly of an agreement.
Then Tracy's hands came into play, removing piece by piece of his uniform as they made their way to his bed, where they danced the dance as old as time itself.
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