Radclyffe - Word of Honor

He hunkered down inside the thermal bag, shifting to make room for the sniper rifle cradled like a lover along his side. It would not be long now.

Chapter Twenty-one

At the sound of soft knocking on her cabin door, Emory took two steps forward, then faltered to a stop. Her hands were shaking. Her entire body was shaking. She’d never done anything remotely like this in her life.

“Emory,” Dana called softly from the other side. “Everything is negotiable.”

Smiling, Emory found her legs and made it to the front door. She pulled it open, a blast of frigid air streaking past her as if determined to put the fire out on the opposite side of the room. Dana stood hunched in the doorway, her hands in the pockets of her jacket, her hair windblown.

“Come inside. You look like you’re freezing.”

“It took me a few minutes to make it onto the porch.”

Emory closed the door and leaned back against it. “Really? So I’m not the only one who’s nervous?”

“Not by a long shot.”

Dana unzipped her jacket. Beneath it she wore a dark T-shirt tucked into her jeans. It was easy for Emory to see the curve of her breasts outlined by the tight material. Dana wasn’t wearing a bra, and that simple knowledge made Emory tighten inside. She pressed her hands flat against the door, willing herself to stay in place. Her mind couldn’t quite make sense of what she was doing, but her body labored under no such confusion. She wanted to touch Dana, everywhere. She remembered what Dana had said on the porch just a few hours before. I want to kiss you, everywhere. Imagining it, Emory grew wet. “I can’t believe I invited you to come to my cabin for sex.”

Dana smiled crookedly. “You did, didn’t you.”

Mutely, Emory nodded.

“We don’t have to, you know.” Dana indicated her jacket. “Do you mind if I take this off?”

“Of course not. There’s wine in the refrigerator. Some fruit and cheese too, compliments of the lodge. Would you like some?”

Dana shrugged out of her jacket and hung it on a coat tree just inside the door. Closer now to Emory, she took her hand. Emory’s fingers were cold, despite the fact that the room was warm. The look in Emory’s eyes had gone from stark confusion to wary interest over the last few minutes. Better, but not anywhere near comfortable enough for them to do anything other than talk. “Let’s sit by the fire. I’m not hungry for anything except your company.”

“You say the nicest things,” Emory whispered.

“All true.” Dana drew Emory to the sofa in front of the fire and sat down, coaxing Emory to curl up by her side. She shifted until her back was in the corner and Emory reclined in her embrace. Dana wrapped her arms around her, both hands resting lightly on Emory’s midsection, and kissed her. “This is nice.”

Emory threaded her arm around Dana’s waist and rested her head on Dana’s shoulder. She loved the way Dana’s body felt, hard and strong, but yielding in just the right way. They fit together effortlessly. She kissed Dana’s neck and felt her stiffen. “Don’t you like that?”

“No, I do.” Dana swallowed and stroked Emory’s hair. “I like it a lot.” She turned slightly onto her side and stretched so they lay facing each other on the sofa. “Being close to you like this… I can’t think of much else except how good it feels.”

“It feels good to me too.” Emory traced trembling fingers along Dana’s jaw. “I appreciate you not rushing me.”

“Like I said, everything is negotiable.” Dana shifted, easing her leg between Emory’s thighs. Her stomach was tight with excitement and her clit ached. She struggled not to move, not to press herself against Emory. “We’ve done pretty well with the kissing so far. That would probably be safe.”

“Oh, you think so?” Emory laughed shakily. “I never got excited lying next to a man this way. Not like I am now.” She caressed Dana’s back, then her ass. Her breath came faster as the surface of her skin became electric, her vision tunneling until all she saw was Dana’s face. “Kiss me, and we’ll see how long we last.”

Not long, Dana thought, as she covered Emory’s mouth with hers. She teased with her tongue, sucked gently, licked the full, soft surface of Emory’s lips. Emory moved in her arms, unconsciously seductive, and Dana tightened her hold. Unwilling to break the kiss, even to breathe, she grew dizzy and desperate with need. Finally, she pulled away with a short gasp. “Time. I need a break.”

“Why?” Emory’s eyes were cloudy, her face soft with arousal. She stroked Dana’s cheek before running her hand down the flat of Dana’s chest and cupping her breast through her T-shirt. Dana groaned and arched her back.

“God, Emory, I’m so wound up. I can’t—”

“I want to make love to you,” Emory whispered. “Can I do that? I think if I touch you, I won’t be so afraid.”

Dana forced back her desire. “What are you afraid of?”

“Of losing myself in this terrible need I have for you.”

“Whatever you want, whatever you need,” Dana whispered. “We can stop now.”

“Could you?” Emory asked urgently. “Because I can’t. I don’t want to. Will you let me touch you?”

Dana nodded, knowing she was already lost.

“In the bedroom. I want to be able to see you, touch you.” Emory pushed Dana away gently. “Let’s go in the bedroom.”

Dana stood, her legs unsteady. When Emory rose, she circled her shoulders, and Emory grasped the back of her jeans. Together they walked to the bedroom. Emory turned on a lamp on the dresser.

“Should I take off my clothes?” Dana asked.

Emory pulled down the covers, then, with her eyes on Dana, she lifted her sweater over her head and let it fall. She wore nothing beneath it. “Come here.”

Dana obeyed, her gaze lifting from Emory’s softly swaying breasts to her face. “God.”

Smiling, Emory gripped Dana’s T-shirt and pulled it from her jeans. When the backs of her fingers brushed Dana’s stomach, Dana moaned. Emory looked down, surprised to see Dana’s hands clenched at her sides. “What’s wrong?”

“Don’t you know how beautiful you are? I want to touch you.” Dana’s voice was hoarse, strained with the effort to contain her surging arousal.

“Then you should.” Emory lifted Dana’s hands to her breasts. When Dana’s fingers closed around her, she tilted her head back and sighed. “I love the way your hands feel on me. I fantasized about your fingers on my nipples, squeezing th—” She groaned when Dana did. The faint roughness of Dana’s skin was exactly as she’d imagined. “Yes. Like that.” She leaned heavily against Dana as her arousal spilled from her. “But you can’t do that to me any longer. I’ll get too excited and forget what I’m doing.”

With a choked groan, Dana dropped her head to Emory’s shoulder, dragging her hands down to Emory’s waist. “I’m not sure how long I can take this, Emory. If I touch you again, I won’t be able to stop.”

“Just a little while. Just be patient a little while.” Emory ran her hands up and down Dana’s back, tracing the hard muscles along either side of her spine. Then, pulling back just enough to get her hands between them, she unzipped and unbuttoned Dana’s jeans and pushed them down. Dana was nude beneath these too, and discovering it, Emory gave a small cry of pleasure. “I love your body.”

“I don’t usually come easily,” Dana confessed, “but right now I feel like—I’m on the edge, Emory.”

“Whatever happens, it’s all right,” Emory soothed, rubbing the back of Dana’s neck. She kissed her and felt Dana quiver against her. It was heady, knowing she could do this to her. She probed her mouth, slowly and thoroughly, until they were both shuddering. Then she stepped back, opened her slacks, and swept the remaining barriers away. “Your jeans. Take them off.”