Beck: Army major, home after seven years overseas. No one to greet him upon his arrival except for the lieutenant’s daughter assigned to drive him home. He has kept his virginity to respect his previous girlfriend, but a year ago she mailed him a letter to let him know she found someone else. “Little Beck” is ready to escape the confines of his pants. But Beck is a gentleman through and through….

Kenna: Peeved she has to get out of bed on a Sunday morning to pick up Beck and drive him to his apartment. But then she realizes no one is there to greet him. He is going home to an empty apartment. Beck is so polite and has really sexy thighs. And then she realizes he is a virgin and might need a coming home present.

First there is this:

“Major?”

“Yeah?” He swallowed hard. “Yes?”

She moved closer between his outstretched thighs, stroking her nails over his shaved head. It felt so damn good, he moaned. A moan cut off by what she said next. “You can look at my body.”

As if magnetized, his hungry gaze landed on her breasts and devoured. They weren’t good-girl breasts, the kind that girls of his recollection hid beneath white cardigans in church. Kenna would have been called a sinner if she’d walked into his old church, no matter what she was wearing. She didn’t have breasts, she had…tits. Naughty, up-to-no-good, made-to-bounce tits.

And there is this:

“I’m starting to think you’re fighting the same battle I am.”

Aw, hell. That definitely wasn’t his belt buckle pressing against her stomach. No sudden movements. “What battle would that be?”

He braced his hands on the car’s roof, stretching the T-shirt across his mountain range of muscle. When her diminished willpower gave her no choice but to memorize the sight, he made a sound like, huh. Perfect. The ex-virgin had become self-aware. “The battle not to pick you up and drop you down on my hard-on. That battle.”

Heavy heat spread between her legs, assaulting her senses. “Oh, that one,” she whispered. He dragged his body against her, side to side. “Yeah.”

“I, um…” Her neck lost power, sending her head falling back. “I thought you wanted to talk.”

“Oh, we’re getting there.”

And of course, this:

“I don’t lay hands on women,” he said, voice like gravel.

Exulting in the privilege of being the one to correct his misconception, give him the extra push, Kenna flattened her palms on the table, bent forward and tilted her hips. As if he had no control over his actions, Beck dragged his hard cock up and down the valley of her bottom, making her moan. “This is for my pleasure, Beck.” She tossed her hair, meeting his tortured gaze over her shoulder. “Don’t you want to give me pleasure?”

“Yes. Constantly.”

“Then take yours and watch me find mine, too.”

She leaned down and pressed her cheek to the cool leather, her face turned so she could watch him in the mirror. His barrel chest shuddered once, twice, his right hand lifting and flexing in the air. Finally, as if the final barrier had crumbled, his huge hand landed on her backside with a satisfying slap. “Oh, God,” she breathed, the flesh between her legs tightening like a fist. Beck’s erection bulged against her backside, telling her without words how affected he’d been. Her vision cleared and she saw him in the mirror, watching her with a mixture of concern and arousal. Sweat had broken out on his forehead, the muscles in his arms straining beneath his skin. Fuck hot. “That made me feel so good, Beck.” She licked the saltiness from her lips. “Did you like it?”

“Too much.” His voice had dropped to such a deep pitch, it set off a dark, dangerous throb beneath her belly button. “I’m not sure about the things it made me feel…the things I want to do.”

Kenna started to remind him nothing they did was wrong, but his hand colliding with her still-damp backside had her gasping instead.

“I know what you’re going to say. That nothing between us is wrong,” he grated, smacking her buttocks with increased force. “What if I want it to feel a little wrong, darlin’. What then?”

Yeah, what then Kenna???? *wink*

This was different for Tessa Bailey in a way. It’s very hot and dirty but Beck was full of “ma’ams” and so much honor. He was polite and respectful and didn’t want to cross any lines with Kenna, but he also knew what he felt for Kenna wasn’t just lust because he was horny. It ran deeper and he had to convince Kenna of that.

Kenna never sleeps with anyone on base, but she can’t ignore Beck. It’s a pretty quick read but worked well for me.

I have not read the Sophie Jordan story yet – I hear from a friend that it’s good as well. Plan to read that one today.

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