Chapter 39
39
Rachel
Isat on a jump seat in the C-130’s darkened cargo hull. Ignoring the loud drone of the engines, I recalled everything Lars had said when we’d parted.
‘Absolutely amazing’ doesn’t even begin to describe it for me.
I want to see you again.
I’m saying it because I mean it.
My deployment ends in 3 months. When I go back to Sweden, I’ll have some leave accrued. I want to use it to come see you.
It was a true pleasure, Agent Bauer.
And my final words to him:
I’m pretty sure the pleasure was mostly mine, Sergeant Henriksson… but it was wonderful.
And it had been wonderful.
Honestly, it might just have been the best night of my life.
Laughing with him…
The sexual tension as we’d walked back to my room…
His personality, his handsome face, and his insanely hot body…
And the sex.
My god, the sex.
I couldn’t stop thinking about it.
I felt the pleasant ache between my legs and closed my eyes, imagining how it had been to have him inside me… his thickness… how he had made me come, over and over…
And how he had kissed me so romantically.
I opened my eyes and forced myself to stop. It was turning me on too much, and it was a long flight back to RAF Brize Norton, the military airbase where we’d be landing.
Instead, I went back to our conversation at the airstrip and marveled again at how sincere he had been. And how persistent.
Not even the insane barriers required by my job – like not giving him my cell phone number or email address – had deterred him. He really wanted to come see me in London.
It was a bad idea.
I knew it was a bad idea.
I could almost hear my mother’s voice yelling, What are you DOING p>
To be honest, though, it wasn’t even worth worrying about – because it would probably never happen.
He would lose interest over the next three months, and after a few emails, I would never hear from him again.
Or I would get distracted by my job, like I always did, and stop answering… and Lars would just fade away into a memory.
That one fantastic night I spent in Afghanistan with a Swedish Special Forces soldier.
But for right now, I allowed myself to indulge in fantasy and think about the possibility of sleeping with him in the future… and having the best sex of my life again.
I pictured those gorgeous blue eyes staring down passionately as he was inside me…
And the affection and real emotion in them when he’d said goodbye at the airfield.
I grinned like an idiot for over an hour until the need for sleep finally overwhelmed me.
And even then, I dreamed of him all the way back to London.