Read Tell it to the Marine Online
Authors: Heather Long
Tell it to the Marine (6 page)
His knees butted the edge of the bed, and he fought the fierce urge to buck into her fingers. He leaned forward, caressing her back down to the sensuous ass with slender black lace peeking out from the curve of her butt cheeks. His brain dimly registered the presence of the thong, but he teased the lace, edging his fingers beneath to rub her sweet, firm ass with its smooth perfection. The muscles clenched against his fingers and he laughed slowly. Her wet kiss circled the head of his cock and her fingers caressed him.
Thought warred with need. His hips bumped forward, pushing past her lips for a better angle. He glided his forefinger down the length of lace until he sensed the damp heat of her sex and then away again. Her low moan vibrated his cock, and he worried he might come before he was ready. Tiny teeth grazed his flesh gently with every hungry swallow.
“My turn.” His voice deepened and he urged her upward and then flipped her onto her back, two fingers tearing away the miniscule tuxedo thong wrapped so lovingly against her sex. The clips snapped and he tossed the scrap of cloth away. He roamed his hands along her breasts, over her belly, and to her thighs. He dropped down to his knees and pulled her ass to the edge of the bed.
One leg slid over his shoulder, and he kissed the inner thigh gently, teeth scraping the tender flesh. He worked his way up to her damp labia crowned by white-blonde curls. Perfection. A goddess laid out for his pleasure, and he intended to pleasure her.
Sparing a look upward, he blew a breath across the sweet, wet sex and dared a single sip. The gasp of her breath offered up a delightful combination of pleasure and encouragement. He teased the lips apart with his tongue. He wanted to play there for hours, but the need raging through his cock wasn’t going to allow for much time. Her thighs quivered next to his head as he massaged his mouth across her clit, sucking it in a teasing repeat of her lips on his cock. He vibrated it with his tongue, and her body thrashed around him. The heady smell of her musk filled his nostrils and her sweet cream flooded around his mouth. Bracing her hips, he plundered the flavor, unrelenting until the muscles of her stomach clenched and she cried out again.
Rubbing his cheeks against her thighs, he looked up to see her blue eyes dark with passion and grinned. “Still think we’ll need coffee…” He slid onto the bed, urging her toward the center.
“Remind me to tease you every night.” But her eyes sparkled with laughter and desire at him. He chuckled. Everything about her beckoned, so unpredictable, sexy, sweet and funny.
He had to write Madame Eve one hell of an endorsement.
Closing the distance, he forgot about conversation, endorsements, files, and the rest of the world. The only thing that mattered was the woman in front of him, the delicious curves that beckoned his lips, and he took his time. His hands explored the smooth lines of her body in between long hot, wet kisses.
So damn petite
.
So many of his first impressions had come from her larger than life personality, her lusty laughs, her teasing glances, and the simple serenity of her chin propped on her hand as she listened to him talk. All of those images collided in his mind, coalescing into the drop dead gorgeous woman perched on that curb.
A fucking amazing woman.
He abandoned her lips to kiss a path down her chest, sampling the warm, vanilla-scented skin. He drew on one turgid little nipple, just barely skimming the tip with his teeth.
“I have a confession to make,” he murmured. Her body writhed beneath his while he trailed a damp path to the other breast, intent on lavishing it with the same attention. He could spend the rest of his life right there, teasing the slender body for the soft noises she made.
“Oh?” She pushed the word out on little huffs of breath. He slid his index finger along her slit. The simplest of touches and her body writhed for him again.
“It’s been a long time for me.”
“Me, too.” She arched her hips, but he ignored the demand, settling on her nipple with a swirl of his tongue. Her hips bounced against the bed, one leg rubbing against his arm. He could drown happily in her lush curves, satin softness and silken scent with nothing jagged or hard about her.
“Hmmm,” he vibrated his tongue on the nipple, slipping one finger against the slick edge of her entrance. “I think you’re teasing me again.”
“If I am…” she groaned, “You’re paying me back in kind.”
He brushed the light stubble of his cheeks against the sensitize tip. Her fingers dug into hair, half pushing, half pulling at him. “I can stop.”
“Don’t. You. Dare.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He knew an order when he heard it and captured her lips in a deep, kiss, swallowing any other conversation. He spread the lips of her soaked sex apart with two fingers and fumbled for the condoms he’d dropped on the nightstand. Hardly his smoothest move, but she was so damn responsive, he didn’t care.
He swore when he ripped the first one with the foil. Laughing and groaning, she grabbed a second and shuddered around his probing finger slipping in her entrance as she opened it. With control he could only admire, her warm fingers rolled the sheath over his eagerly jerking dick. He met her shy smile with a wider one.
He wanted more time to spread her legs, to dip his head between them, to drive her to orgasm. He wanted to taste her cream and to listen to her cries for release. He wanted to roll her on her belly and take her or lift her into his lap and watch her ride him, but the desire setting fire to his blood ignored all of those wants.
Later
. He promised himself.
Reclining against the pillows, she urged him down and then he drove inside her slick entrance and his mind blanked. She was all hot, squeezing tightness and his balls swelled. He fought the rushing orgasm, teasing her clit to bring her with him. He wanted slow and leisurely, but passion pushed at him. They had one night, not enough time to fulfill every wish and desire. He had to try and take it slow, make it as memorable as possible.
He pulled her up and thrust deeper. Her body clamped down on him, her mouth pressed in a silent O against his shoulder. She moaned. The whispery sound allayed any fear that he might have hurt her. He tried to hold himself in check, but his body rebelled against his mind.
His much-lauded control shredded with every glide of her skin against his. Her nails raking down his back drove him harder and it didn’t take him long. She came apart around him, her legs locked around his hips and her low cries gaining volume. He lost it, thrusting deep against the greedy muscles clamping down on his cock and came.
Shaking, he sagged against her, fighting to brace his weight with one arm. Her fingers teased a path up his spine and he grunted, turning his head to look into her drowsy, grinning expression.
“You look stunned.” Damn, was there a more beautiful woman in the world?
“I thought I would last a hell of a lot longer.” His voice roughened with the confession. He expected to feel embarrassment or shame, but neither emotion sucked him under. Not when he held this woman in his arms.
“I think I would have died of frustration if you’d taken any longer.”
“Yeah?” He adjusted his weight for fear of crushing her, but couldn’t quite bring himself to pull away.
“Oh, yeah.” Her sex clenched as though to emphasize the statement and his body jerked. At thirty-five, he didn’t expect to feel his cock stiffening to life so soon, but it did. “I hope you have more condoms….”
“…a whole damn box full, ma’am.”
Two hours later, they reclined in the bed and he enjoyed the way her warm skin looked next to his darker, near nut-brown tan from long hours in the sun and too many games of hoops.
“What are you thinking about?” He curled a strand of blonde around his finger.
“That you need more room or a bigger place.” She bit down lightly on his shoulder and he arched an eyebrow.
“What for?”
“Honey, we couldn’t even fit my shoes in this bedroom….”
He laughed and dragged her beneath him, pausing long enough to roll on a condom before thrusting home in one slow roll of his hips. “You don’t need to wear shoes here…or anything else for that matter….”
It was nearly lunchtime when he spotted her sneaking out of the bedroom, dressed only in his shirt, her long bare legs teasing him. They couldn’t have slept for more than hour. He stretched, his body stirring at the sight of her bottom peeking behind the tail of his shirt. They’d retreated to the kitchen for coffee and found a way to christen his kitchen counter, the tiny round table he used for work, and his sofa, before making it back to the bedroom.
He wanted to dine on her sweet little sex, again. And again. Maybe he’d offer to cook her eggs and bacon in trade. Her conversation drifted from the front room, derailing the lascivious train of thought.
“Yes, go ahead and work out the details, but tell them I want them to increase the offer by twenty percent, and I want to donate forty percent of the total to Mike’s Place in Allen, Texas.”
He blinked.
“Yes, I said forty percent. No, I’d like to film all my parts in one week. I have five scenes, surely they can manage that.”
His heart sank. One night was not enough. Nowhere near enough. He hoped she’d stick around a little longer.
“Well, it will have to be a week. I’m not going to hang out on set for a month just to film a scene every four or five days. So if they want to film it that way, make sure you include travel expenses. I’m going to be based out of Dallas for the foreseeable future, so it’s only a two-hour flight…”
And just like that he blew out a long breath.
“…you know what, Marnie? There’s a hell of a lot more to life than just making movies. I’m all about taking chances and seeing where that can go. My career. My life. My choice.”
Foreseeable future
.
Hell yeah, he could work with that. He levered off the bed, stalked toward the living room and the luscious goddess he planned to lay out on the table.
Time for breakfast
.
~ABOUT THE AUTHOR~
Heather Long lives in Texas with her family and their menagerie of animals. As a child, Heather skipped picture books and enjoyed the Harlequin romance novels by Penny Jordan and Nora Roberts that her grandmother read to her. Heather believes that laughter is as important to life as breathing and that the Easter Bunny, the Tooth Fairy and Santa Claus are very real. In the meanwhile, she is hard at work on her next novel
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