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

by Cat Sebastian

There wasn’t even time for Oliver to wonder whether he ought to feel self-conscious about his scars. Without so much as breaking their kiss, Jack’s hands deftly undid buttons and pushed aside fabric until Oliver was quite comprehensively naked. Jack knelt on the bed, staring down at Oliver with a look that was utterly indecent. Whatever the condition of Oliver’s leg, it certainly wasn’t causing Jack any misgivings. Feeling bold, Oliver reached up to untie Jack’s cravat, only to find his hands mercilessly clamped down on either side of his head once again. “I’m not done looking at you,” Jack growled. Oliver nearly whimpered. He felt shameless, like he had been waiting his entire life to have his body pressed ruthlessly into the mattress by a self-confessed reformed criminal in a Yorkshire inn. And maybe he had, because lying here, exposed and willing, he felt more himself than he had in months. “We can both look at one another.” He halfheartedly strained against Jack’s grip. He was rewarded with another growling sound and a stronger grip on his hands. Jack’s murmurs of desire and approval were nearly enough to bring Oliver off. But he was damned if he was going to let another night pass him by without seeing what was under Jack Turner’s clothes. He had been thinking about it for weeks. Every hint of solid muscle had ramped up his desire. In one swift movement, Oliver reversed their positions so that Jack was beneath him. He grabbed both Jack’s wrists in one hand and started...