Star of His Heart - Brenda Jackson [86]
“That’s good, because Rome intends to marry her,” Netherland said, seeing the relief, happiness and love on Rome’s face. Aware but not caring that they were surrounded by a number of people, she placed her arms around Ashton’s neck and gazed into his eyes. “Thanks for coming back to me, Ashton. I was so scared.”
He tilted his mouth into a smile. “According to Trevor you were brave, a real marine wife. And just to think you thought you never wanted to have anything to do with someone in the military. Imagine that.”
Netherland returned his smile. “Yes, Colonel, imagine that.” She then placed pressure on his neck to bring his mouth down to hers and gave him one torrid kiss.
Ashton returned his wife’s kiss, hugging her tightly to him as he took possession of her mouth. At one time he hadn’t been certain he would be able to bring himself and Jada out of that fiery furnace, but just when he thought it was impossible, he had looked up and had seen the chopper flying overhead—and in an area where there was no place for a chopper to land. Of course, Sir Drake had other ideas about that and had literally hung out of the chopper to extend a rope down to lift them up. His friend’s daring escapades never ceased to amaze him.
Like a drowning man who needed the nectar of his wife’s mouth, Ashton intensified their kiss and pulled Netherland even closer to him. Suddenly, he felt someone tap him, and not too lightly, on the shoulder. Frowning, he broke off the kiss to look up into Trevor’s smiling face.
“The two of you are in the way, Colonel,” Trevor said as his smile widened. “Some of us have work to do.”
Ashton couldn’t help but laugh. Those had been the same words he’d barked at Trevor when they had rescued Corinthians from the clutches of a madman. “Don’t you have baby diapers to go change or something?” Ashton asked his friend smartly.
“Yes, just as soon as I can get the hell out of here. And don’t forget the baby’s christening is on Sunday. It’s a good thing you made it back for that. Corinthians would have been upset if you hadn’t. And how about cleaning yourself up before then? All that mud and soot make you look like a bogeyman, and I don’t want you to frighten my son.” Trevor then turned to walk off, chuckling.
Netherland couldn’t help but laugh.
“Do you think I look like a bogeyman, sweetheart?” Ashton asked her when she had stopped laughing.
“No, I think you look like my husband. My hero. My marine.” She then proceeded to kiss him again.
“Boy, aren’t we squeaky clean,” Netherland said to her husband when he had slid into bed beside her.
“That’s not all I am,” he responded huskily as he pulled her into his arms.
Netherland turned slowly and cupped his face in the palms of her hands. “Make love to me, Ashton. Help me forget what I went through this past week. Help me forget.”
“I’ll try, Netherland,” he whispered as he pressed his naked flesh against hers, breast to breast, thigh to thigh, leg to leg. His tongue flicked out to taste, to tease, to torment. Her breath turned ragged at the provocative touch of his mouth on her, sending her into a mindless, quivering mass of sensations. She buried her hands in his hair, she dug her nails into his back and she moaned his name over and over.
He had come back to her.
When his fingers delved into the moist, wet heat of her, a deep sob racked her body. And when she felt the hardness of him at the entrance of her, she lifted her hips to receive him.
They moved together as one, joined together, pushing out of their minds the memory of the time they had spent apart, the agony of not knowing if they would ever see each other again, and if they would ever again share this. Now that they were back together