By the time they'd landed and filed their reports, Beau could barely function for wanting her. When she left the meeting room, he followed.
Running to catch up with her, he called, "Carrie."
By now it was beginning to get dark. He caught up with her behind a water station, the side sheltered from view of any passers-by.
Carrie stopped and turned to face him. "Yeah?"
She'd hardly gotten the single word out when he grabbed both of her arms and slammed his mouth hard against hers. After barely a moment of surprised hesitation, she kissed him back, her mouth opening to his, enthusiastically welcoming his tongue with hers.
Beau dropped his hold on her arms in favor of tangling his hands in her hair, pulling the silky strands out of the bun so they tumbled down to touch the top of her shoulders. He groaned at the soft tantalizing feel of it against his skin, imagining what her hair would feel like against his naked, sweat-soaked body after he had tumbled her into his bed and made long, sweet love to her.
Her hands came up to grasp his head, like she wanted to make sure this time he wouldn't pull away. She needn't have worried. He couldn't have stopped kissing her at that moment even if he wanted to.
She pressed closer, as if she couldn't get enough of their bodies to touch. This close, there was no way she could miss his arousal, but at that point he didn't care. He wanted her to feel what she did to him. What she had been doing to him for weeks.
He pulled away from her warm welcoming mouth just long and far enough to say, "This is how I wanted to kiss you the other night."
"Then why didn't you? Why did you run away?" Her voice sounded husky, from desire or hurt he couldn't tell.
"Because I want you so badly it scares the hell out of me."
The sound she made was half laugh, half sob. "Me, too."
"Oh, god. Carrie. What the hell are we gonna do?" It wasn't a question he expected an answer to since his mouth was immediately upon hers again.
As his hands roamed down her body, he wished they were wearing anything else besides the restrictive flight suits. And while he was wishing, he wished they were anywhere else besides here so he could strip her naked and take her the way he'd imagined so many times.
He never wanted this kiss to end but reality began to creep in. They were by no means somewhere private. Not even close. And he was not about to get caught and in trouble for just kissing. Making love to Carrie would be another story. His suspected being with her that way would be worth the risk to his career should they get caught.
Beau, thinking with his little head apparently, was even beginning to think that loving Tech Sergeant Carrie Armstrong would be worth a court marshal and possible dishonorable discharge. He realized that thought should alarm him, but it didn't, which in itself was a frightening concept.
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