It wasn't long before she gave in to the exhaustion, letting him strip her down to her panties and guide her into bed, pulling her on top of him. He wrapped his arms around her protectively as she tucked into his chest. And the last thing she remembered before drifting off was the feeling of his fingers feathering through her hair and the vibration of his chest against her ear; his consoling words easing the heartache.
When she awoke, she found herself sandwiched between the mattress and Jack. She could feel the weight of him; his thigh and hip draped over both of her legs. The full length of his arm claiming the center of her chest through her cleavage, his fingers splayed wide over her heart. He shared the pillow with her, his face buried in her hair while his other arm crooked over her head. She could feel each soft exhale skirting her ear, his lips a breath away from the nape of her neck, tickling the hairs there.
Warmth cascaded over her and she stifled a contented sigh, trying to revel in the ultimate sense of peace and safety he provided.
God, she wanted this. Wanted to feel the weight of him on her like this every morning for the rest of her life.
Her eyes opened and watered as her senses picked up the familiar surroundings, the sharp edges of reality shredding her moment of comfort in an instant. She watched the reflection of the sun against the back of the door as it rose, every inch mocking her; the creeping dread making her stomach clench. Her internal clock was telling her it was around 0600, giving them two hours to take showers and prepare. But she wasn't ready to move. Her heart felt heavy, weighed down with more than just the bulk of his hand.
Managing a shaky breath, she closed her eyes, willing away the tears. Knowing that she should be feeling grateful she had gotten the chance to finally be with Jack. That she now knew what it felt like to be cherished and adored, desired and loved. And if the cost for being able to experience that was her life, then so be it. She would do it again.
She ached to be with him one last time and suddenly had an overwhelming urge to take him up on his standing offer to go down on her. To hear his hungry grunted moans as he got hard from tasting her, his tongue delving deep inside, his lips wrapping around her clit and sucking, swallowing her whole as he unraveled her. To feel his hard length filling her, thrusting hard and deep; taking her apart over and over again until her own name was forgotten…until the lingering spasms rocked her body into unconsciousness.
She squeezed her thighs together to quell the heat, knowing there wasn't time for that; nor would it be a good idea to be sated and limp when it was time to fight.
No, it was time to pull soldier Sam to the surface. She closed her eyes and visualized the last time she had sparred with Jack in the gym, the attacks and counterattacks playing out in slow motion. Remembering his footwork, the agile pivoting as he easily sidestepped one of her attacks and took her down.
There was a slight twitch of his hand on her chest and she heard a gravelly moan as he started waking up, his body coming to life. A very particular part especially, pressing against her hip and growing harder by the second as he breathed her in, his lips attaching to the pulse of her neck, his splayed hand drifting down over her breast and squeezing. Shit.
She grabbed his wrist, stopping him, biting her lower lip to suppress a groan. His hand loosened immediately and he lifted his head over her as she opened her eyes. His hair was mussed, sticking up in all directions while the dark stubble and sleepy hooded eyes added a level of sexy to him she wasn't entirely prepared for. His morning voice croaked his concern, "You okay?"
She let her groan loose, using every ounce of strength she had not to guide his hand down in between her thighs and let his skillful fingers stroke her into ecstasy. As wound up as she was, it would be mere seconds before she was arching her back and choking out his name as the first orgasm ripped through her. Christ.
He kissed her ear. "Whatcha thinkin' about?" Well crap.
"Umm…" Her mind raced with how to explain without actually using the words 'want' or 'come' or 'sir.'
She avoided direct eye contact as if hypnotism was a threat. "I want…" Damn it to hell. "I mean, we can't…I can't. We only have a couple of hours to get ready and…" She let the words trail hoping she'd said enough for him to understand.
An eyebrow quirked, the beginnings of a smirk playing at a corner of his mouth. "Believe it or not, I am capable of being quick Sam."
She huffed a nervous laugh, "I have no doubt you're capable…of a lot of things. It's just, well, I need to be…alert and prepared."
The smirk was full on now as he bent his head and nuzzled her neck…teasing in his low husky voice. "Okaaay, what if I just eat you inside out?" Oh God.
She huffed a whimper as he encased the cord of her neck with his teeth. And when he bit down, a distinct gush flooded her underwear and just like that, what little resolve she had disappeared. She wanted him…now.
His growl was cut short as she locked her leg around his calf and shoved against his chest, flopping him onto his back. She watched the look of shock as his eyes widened, straddling him fast, and bending down to devour his mouth as he grunted in surprise. Groaning against his lips and aching to feel him inside, her hand snuck between them, tugging down the waistband of his boxers and freeing him as her tongue explored his mouth hungrily.
The next second, she was yanking aside the soaked material and guiding him in, dropping onto him hard and fast. He was deliciously hard, stretching her just right and a flash of heat ripped through her as she took him all at once, her dripping wet walls clenching and pulling him in deep.
So deep she shuddered, breaking away with a gasp and arching her back as her nails dug deep into the flesh of his chest.
Jack's hips bucked reflexively; his eyes going to slits as his fingers gripped her hips hard, a rasped moan torn from his throat, "Fuck Sam."
She met his eyes, her features pulled tight as she bit her lip determinedly and leaned over him, groaning as she rolled her hips, taking him hard and fast.
His lips parted and she watched the strain of pleasure play on his face, his eyebrows pulling together as she rode him. She felt her body flush, unable to stop her nails from dragging down his chest as the rolling heat coursed through her.
Eyes slamming shut; his face pinched, a strangled rough moan telling her that he was close. "Open your eyes Jack." She ordered with a pant. And when he locked eyes with her, that's all it took. His body stiffened and his jaw clenched. She dropped onto him harder and faster, feeling powerful and in control as she brought him to the brink. He was right there; she could feel it. "Come…now," she demanded. His eyes narrowed and his whole body flexed as he came with a hoarse shout...his back arching; the violent jerking of his hips bouncing her as she drained him completely.
He took a few ragged breaths as his body started to relax, a corner of his mouth rising as he shook his head in awe. She managed a smile as she continued to ride him, her climax just out of reach. His eyes gleamed and a slow wicked smirk formed as he leaned up and rumbled. "Your turn". Snatching the back of her neck with one hand and gripping her ass with the other, he pulled her head down to him; their foreheads almost touching as he put his feet flat on the mattress and thrusted up into her, stealing her breath.
He gazed at her with heated appreciation as he plunged, hitting the very center of her hard and fast with every stroke, the dancing spots filling her vision as she jolted towards the edge. She felt herself resisting. Not wanting to lose the feeling of completeness and utter fulfillment as he held onto her and claimed her from below.
As if reading her mind, he brought her mouth to his, managing to kiss her gently through the huffed breaths. His voice was warm and his loving stare inescapable as he pumped into her. "It's okay Sam…let go…I won't let you fall."
She knew he wouldn't.
Closing her eyes, she gave in and came with a strangled cry; her body shaking hard in his firm grasp, her walls clenching and fluttering around him as her world floated away. He groaned at the sensation, pulling her face to his to kiss her again, swallowing her soft moans as he thrusted steadily. He didn't stop until she whimpered against his lips and her body sagged in his arms. Hugging her to his chest, he stilled, breathing heavily until he let out an airy chuckle.
It was an effort to lift her head, reminding her instantly why she'd tried so hard to resist in the first place as she met his eyes lazily.
"You can take me like that anytime." He stroked her hair from her face as she flushed. "So, how long were you awake, thinking about it?"
She grinned, tucking her head back against him, her fingers drifting down and settling over the expanse of his ribs. "About five minutes."
"As wet as you were, I was thinking longer." She could hear the mirth in his voice as it rumbled through his chest.
Time slipped away, and it didn't take long before her grasp on him tightened slowly, the dread from earlier rising within, reaching out to her like a long lost friend.
A deep exaggerated sigh had his chest expanding and collapsing underneath her. And the next moment his hands were under her armpits and he was pulling her up higher against him, resting her head in the crook of his shoulder.
She refused to cry. There'd been enough of that. But the saddened look on his face as he searched her eyes had her struggling to hold it together. His fingertips played over her features. "Have I told you how beautiful you are?" She went to duck her head but his hand slid under her chin preventing it, keeping their eyes locked together. "Well you are. Beautiful, kind, strong, unbelievably smart and sexy as hell. And, I don't know how I got so goddamn lucky or what I did to deserve you, but I'm eternally grateful you let me in. Let me love you."
The finality of his words made her heart seize. And as she opened her mouth to beg him not to talk like that, he pressed a thumb to her lips. "I need you to promise me something." Her eyebrows furrowed questioningly as his thumb slid from her lips.
"When we pull in, I want you to let me leave first, then wait a few minutes before exiting on the other side of the train. Head straight to the garage and I'll meet you there after I drop off the list."
He wasn't even finished with the sentence before she was shaking her head defiantly. "No, I won't leave you. We're going together."
His jaw clenched, frustration mounting. "Please Sam, just do this for me. I'll be right behind you."
She pulled out of his arms, sitting up, her chin quivering. "No, you won't. You're trying to use yourself as bait, so they'll follow you instead."
"Sam." He reached for her and she slipped away, standing and turning away from him.
His movements were swift and she felt the heat of his body as he stopped behind her. Hands encircled her hips and she heard the desperation in his voice. "Please."
Unable to stop the tears from falling, she forced the words passed the unsurmountable fear of losing him. "I won't leave you and that's final."
He wrapped his arms around her with a heavy sigh, resting his chin on her shoulder as he muttered softly. "Damnit Sam, why do you have to be so stubborn?"
She sniffled, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand and huffing a wet laugh, "I learned from the best."
He grunted and turned her around, care etched on his face as he cradled her cheeks and swept away the lingering damp tracks with the pads of his thumbs. Sam was in awe as she watched his eyes reveal everything. His fear. His concern. His love. Most of all, the moment he resigned himself to the fact that there was nothing he could say that would change her mind. His eyes dropped between them, defeated.
"Will you let me wash you?" His saddened voice tugged at her heart.
Instead of answering, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down until gravity took over, sending them to the floor. He stepped out of them as she tugged her own underwear off and tossed them aside. Then she reached out, curling her fingers around his and tugged him gently to the small shower.
They kept the door open to allow for more room and Jack used his body as a water barrier while he washed her with his hands. His movements were slow, filled with affection and reverence as he lathered her skin, covering every inch of her body. He encouraged her to turn around and she closed her eyes as his long fingers massaged the shampoo into her scalp, feeling the bubbles build. She fell into a trance, losing the ability to hold her head up, the bones in her neck giving way. His chest pressed against her back as he stepped closer to provide the support, caressing her neck and shoulders as she groaned.
She did her best to ignore the slick heat between her thighs and his hardened length twitching against her backside, knowing they were far too anxious to make things intimate. It would turn into something hard and desperate, far too consuming to be able to come back from so soon. When rinsed, she lathered him up, feeling his chest flex under her hands as her palms passed over his taut nipples. She could feel him watching her, his body quivering slightly from her touch. And when she met his eyes, the fiery tense stare of her Colonel was bearing down; taking her breath away. She felt her body react immediately, liquid heat flushing to her core, her breathing erratic as she thought of what he might do if they had the time. As if reading her mind, his hand gripped the side of her neck and squeezed, his eyebrows furrowing as if warring with himself on whether to take her anyway. Instead his eyes slammed shut and he released a shaky breath, barely managing to maintain control before finally releasing his hold.
They dried and dressed in silence. Sam felt the heaviness in the room as the train slowed to a crawl, the conductor announcing the stop over the loudspeaker in a melodic sing song tone; reminding everyone of the thirty-minute window.
She grabbed the backpack and turned, almost bumping into his chest. Looking up, she met her commanding officer's intense black eyes and tight chiseled jawline; the long strap to the duffel angled diagonally across his chest, allowing freedom of movement. His shoulders were pulled back and fists clenched at his sides as waves of anger radiated off of him. She felt herself drawing from his strength as his low dangerous voice came to life. "Ready?"
She nodded and leaned up, kissing him hard. With a low hungry grunt, his fingertips raked up the back of her neck and gripped tight handfuls of her damp hair, pulling her roughly against him as his tongue entered smoothly and swirled possessively around hers.
When he pulled away reluctantly, she smirked, "Let's give 'em hell, Colonel."