The Soldier's Scoundrel (The Turner Series, #1)

by Cat Sebastian

Somehow they managed to get the door to Jack’s office closed behind them before they so much as touched one another. Oliver found himself shoved against the door, the solid length of Jack’s body pressing him flat, leaving him almost pinned in place. But his hands were free, so he used them to squeeze and shape the firm muscles of Jack’s arms, the taut flesh of his arse. It had only been days since their last encounter, but evidently Oliver’s fingers needed reassurance that this was truly happening again, because he couldn’t stop exploring Jack’s body. Jack didn’t seem to mind. His lips were hot and demanding, his kisses so relentless and thorough that Oliver didn’t know if this was punishment or seduction. Both, most likely. He ground his pelvis against Oliver’s in rhythm to his kisses, and the feel of that thick, hardening member rubbing against his own made Oliver go nearly boneless with desire. When Jack finally stepped away, Oliver thought he might slump to the ground, but he found a strong arm wrapped around his hips, steering him through the rooms to the bedchamber beyond. Jack gently pushed Oliver to the bed and then crawled on top of him to begin tearing off both their clothes. The sun streamed patchily through the sooty window, giving just enough light to let Oliver see the intent expression on Jack’s face. “Christ,” Jack growled, and it sounded to Oliver nearly reverent. “You’re beautiful.” Oliver tried to imagine how he looked to Jack—spread out beneath him, nak...