Uniformed Desire

“Do it, again.”

I plopped on the end of the bed and leaned back on my elbows and tilted my head to the side, watching. As I checked him out one more time, I licked my bottom lip.

Jared shook his shorn head. “I’ve already done it twice.”

I arched my brow to shoo him along. He turned toward the bedroom door and headed out as I ogled his uniform covered ass. I blew out a long breath to get ready. It was a rare treat I got to have this action in our home because he usually dressed at the military campus. Lucky for me, he had to come home to pick up his cell.

“Incoming.” His echo reverberated down the hall. I slid my knees up and hugged them before I rested my chin in anticipation.

When he reached the door I yelled, “Stop!”

“Baby, why do you always stop me here?” He leaned his hard body into the frame and crossed his legs, a stance that highlighted the muscles which embodied the art of him. My stomach fluttered. I gazed at his feet, noting the boots that merged into the bottom of his pants driving my sight up to his knees and further. “What are you doing?”

“Shhhhh. I’m not done yet?”

Those round protectors on his knees punctuated the skeleton of his body, highlighted by this fitted material.

A man in uniform.

A warrior.

Heaven.

I could look at him all day. I created a video...