What had he been saying? His mind was quickly turning to mush while his dick turned to stone. She stepped back, and he stepped forward until he’d trapped her against the wall. He kissed her neck, working his way up to her ear, sucking on the lobe and then swirling his tongue inside her ear and sweeping around its rim until she gasped. Whether she knew it or not, her body undulated a little against his.

There was something he had to say to her, had to remember. It was important—

She spoke instead, gratifyingly out of breath. “About what I said last night. I wanted to explain.”

He lifted his head to stare down at her, his left hand braced beside her head. “Explain what?”

“You have to understand—”

He cupped her breast in his right hand, running the pad of his thumb across the rosy peak barely concealed by the flimsy lace. She drew in a sharp, quick breath.

But she still managed to say, “I had just spent over a week undergoing the worst sort of misery.”

“I remember Hell Week vividly,” he murmured, wedging a muscular thigh between hers. Her thighs clasped his convulsively, and her hips tilted as she rubbed her lady parts against his leg. He doubted she knew she was doing it, but it turned him on so hard he about exploded right there.

He fought to concentrate on what she was saying. “…you were my touchstone through the whole ordeal. Whenever I thought I couldn’t take one more step or survive one more minute, I thought of you and of being with you when it was all over.”

“Like this?” He slid his hand down the smooth, flat warmth of her belly and slipped his hand between her legs. Through nylon and lace, he rolled his fingertips across the swollen bud there, nestled between folds of velvet soft flesh. She inhaled sharply.

“Uhh, yes,” she gasped, panting a little as he stroked the sensitive pearl. “During my, uhh, escape through the desert, uhh, when the heat got really bad, and I was, umm, dehydrated…” Her voice trailed off as she arched into his hand and cried out.

“You were saying?” he asked, smiling against the junction of her neck and shoulder.

“Right. There were times when I got kind of delirious. Might even have hallucinated some.”

“That’s normal under those conditions,” he murmured, kissing his way across her jaw to capture her mouth. She kissed him back with abandon, derailed from whatever she’d been trying to say. Mission accomplished.

Her hands tugged at the bottom of his T-shirt, pushing it up between them, and he stepped back, grabbed the back of it, and dragged it over his head.

“Better,” she declared.