The house felt so empty. A softly reminiscent sigh escaped Greta’s lips as she watched Ezra playing in the yard. It was disappointing how early Corporal Ricci arrived to return Jimmy back to base. Shortly before, Greta was roused from a delicious dream, involving a rather scantily clad Jimmy and his wicked tongue.
His velvety baritone voice caressed her ear, as he nuzzled his stubbled cheek against the nape of her neck. Delightful tingles shimmered over her skin. “Good morning, Angel.”
“Angel is it?” She scooted closer into his warm embrace.
“The day we met, I thought you were an angel sent to heal me.” Her bottom rubbed against the hardened ridge of his olive drab boxer shorts. With a low groan, he gripped her hips, holding her steady. “I want you. I need you.” His husky voice stoked h
