The Last Marine (14 page)

He flexed his hands in the cuffs, wanting for all the world to put his hands on her hips and drag her against the length of his cock. Wanting to cup those gorgeous breasts. Wanting to sink deep into her heat. “Harder.”

She nipped his lip and he almost cursed when she slowed her pace. She sank low on his lap and dragged herself across the bulge of his erection in one long caress.

His nuts drew up tight as pressure built. “Christ, you’re gonna make me come.”

“Isn’t that the point?” She tweaked his nipple, sending a shockwave through him.

He needed every ounce of control to keep his body in line. She had him wound so tight he wasn’t sure how much longer he could wait.

Her thick lashes lowered as she watched her hand stroked over the towel. “Can I . . .?”

Ah, God. “Yeah.”

Getting to her knees again, she pulled the towel from around his waist. She sat back on his legs, watching as she curled her fingers around the base of his shaft. “Your skin’s soft. Hot.”

He sucked in a breath, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back. Her hand was warm and her grip tight, sending pleasure roaring through his loins on her first stroke. Her other hand joined in the play, squeezing his head, rolling her thumb over the slit on top.

“Angel, I think . . . Ah, Christ.” He couldn’t catch his breath, never experienced anything as erotic as this woman exploring his body. The way she watched for his every reaction, the way she responded to him, growing aroused from his pleasure. His fifteen moments of bliss were over, he was sure. He intended to remind her and he had no doubt it would kill him when she stopped. “I think the time’s—”

She kissed him, her tongue tangling with his in an erotic love play while her hands set a rhythm he was powerless to resist. Her whole body rocked against his, her nipples chafing his chest. The scent of their desire mingled in the humid air. His body tensed, and his orgasm struck like a thunderclap, bombarding his senses and escaping on a hoarse shout.

He opened his eyes.

She swiped her finger across her semen-smeared belly and stuck it in her mouth to taste him.

Just like that, he grew hard again.

She was gorgeous, bathed in moonlight, his shirt hanging open over her small frame. “Undo the cuffs.”

Without a word, she picked up the keys, reached around him and undid his constraints. Rising to her knees, she moved to get off him and he stayed her with a hand to her wrist.

“Ask me.” He sounded desperate, needy.

Her gaze darted to his lap, eyes widening when she saw him already hard again.

“Say the words.”

“I—” She licked her lips. “I—”

Griffin released her. “Never mind.” He stood and strode off to the pond, hoping the cool water would abate his erection.

What the hell did he expect? After the things he told her today he was surprised she even wanted to touch him. And he hadn’t even skimmed the surface of his misdeeds.

*****

Prudence stared after him, anger and disappointment warring inside her. He’d waited this long, he couldn’t hold out a few more seconds? Why couldn’t he understand how difficult this was for her?

She had begun to believe he wanted
her
.

Sweat trickled down between her breasts, the sensation lifting the hair on her arms. She shifted uncomfortably. Bringing Griffin to orgasm had been the single most erotic experience of her life. Hearing him gasp and moan, breathing in his musk, feeling his muscles bunch and flex under her and tasting him. Her whole body was one throbbing, aching mess. He did this. He made her believe he wanted her. He made her start caring for him. He made her want him despite her fears.

Well, he was getting her.

She got to her feet and marched over to the water’s edge, dropping shirt and panties behind her.

He didn’t turn at her approach, so she dipped her foot in the water and splashed him.

Griffin whirled around, anger written in the lines on his face. “What?”

“You’re an impatient ass.” She stepped into the water.

“And?”

She took a deep breath. “I want you.” As soon as the words left her mouth, she jerked back, surprised she’d gotten them out.

He started wading toward her.

“Wait.” She held up her hand, trying to stay his advance, but he didn’t stop until her palm flattened against his chest and pressed between their bodies. “I’m afraid of disappointing you. What if—”

His mouth crashed down on hers, his tongue stroking and teasing hers. Prudence wound her arms around his neck, rubbing her breasts against his chest. This part she liked. She leaned into him, loving the contrast of the cool water compared to the heat radiating from his body. His whiskers chafed her lips and chin, and left a hot, tingly trail as he made his way down her throat, nipping and sucking at her skin.

A fresh surge of desire throbbed deep in her belly. She arched her back, lifting her hips to his. Why couldn’t sex be this blissful?

He lifted her, drawing one puckered nipple into his mouth, stroking his tongue against the turgid tip. All her attention zeroed in on that one point, reveling in the blissful shivers racing under her skin. He ran the uneven edges of his teeth along the tip, making her gasp before he pulled away. “You worry too much.” He licked her other nipple and suckled until she clutched his head in her arms, moaning from the intense sensations. “I told you I’d take care of you.” He pulled her thighs up to wrap around his hips. “You remember?”

“Yes.” The tip of his cock teased her entrance while he suckled and nipped at her breasts. Her pussy pulsed and clenched as if trying to grasp hold of him. Part of her wanted to let herself sink down on the broad head of his cock. A more prominent part of her was still terrified.

It wasn’t his cock that slipped past her nether lips, but his fingers. Her arms tightened around him, expecting pain, but a shiver of pleasure tripped up her spine. She released a shuddering breath. First one digit, testing and teasing her inner walls, then a second, thrusting in and spreading wide on the descending stroke.

“Relax, Angel.” His ragged breathing buffeted her breast. “You’re too tight.”

With her legs spread wide and wrapped around his hips, she had no way to escape his sensual assault. His fingers stretched her, easing in and out. She held on, riding out the pleasure, the hollow, aching emptiness inside her growing ravenous. “Griff, please.”

“Please, what?” His stormy green eyes seemed black in the moonlight, his expression stark as he waited, fingers buried deep inside her, flexing.

Prudence took his face in her hands. “Make love with me.”

“I thought you’d never ask.” His lips twitched into a wry grin. “Hang on to me, Angel.” He waded to the edge of the pool and carried her out of the water.

She bit his earlobe, nuzzling his neck until he reached their campsite and lay her back on the blanket. He didn’t give her time to grow nervous, lowering his weight over her at once. The crisp, wet hair on his legs tickled her inner thighs and the cool metal of his dogtags fell between her breasts as he kissed her neck, his mouth hot and damp.

Prudence clutched his head in her arms, keeping him close and arching against him. The scruff on his jaw chafed and teased her skin, making her writhe under the assault of so many new sensations. He eased down her body, pausing to suck a nipple into his mouth, before licking his way lower and thrusting his tongue into her navel, his tags dragging down her torso in his wake.

She’d given him permission, why didn’t he mate with her?

Teeth nipped at her hipbone making her muscles cramp and tense. “Griffin?”

“I got you.”

That he did. He spread her thighs wide, hitching them over his shoulders and dove for her core.

A shout escaped her lips at the first brusque buss of his lips on her clit. His fingers thrust into her and she tensed, expecting pain. There was none. His slick tongue slipped over her clit, the rough brush of his stubble bristled against her nether lips and his fingers pumped into her. There was nothing sweet or polite about what he did to her. He was urgent. Demanding. Even a little rough.

But she didn’t hurt.

Her back arched off the ground, she couldn’t catch her breath, couldn’t take any more and yet urged her body deeper onto his fingers, tighter to the seal of his lips. Waves of shivery pleasure raced over her skin, tightening her nipples, lifting gooseflesh on her skin, and raising the hair on her scalp.

Frenzied. He’d told her once that their joining would be frenzied. She’d imagined a quick, painful rut. But he hadn’t meant they’d be rushed, he’d meant the sensations, the emotions of their joining would be intense and tumultuous. And he was right, pleasure warred with uncertainty, fear with sweet need. Right now, in this moment, she felt more than she could ever remember feeling before. Her mind grew crowded with questions, with shock at each new ripple of pleasure.

She could bear whatever pain their joining brought if this was the precursor. She should be terrified, but his strong arms anchored her in place, reassuring and steady. And whenever fear began clawing its way into her consciousness, she lifted her head and met his unwavering, confident gaze.

As long as he didn’t lose hold of the tight reins of his control, they’d be fine. She’d be safe.

Slow, intense pulses began building inside her. Goddess bless him, he was doing it again. A low moan reverberated through her body as she drifted toward that magical place. Release burst upon her, stealing her breath, blinding as pleasure throbbed through her. Griffin’s hard length covered her body, he still had one of her legs drawn over his arm, holding her wide beneath him. The broad head of his cock pressed to her entrance and stopped.

“Tell me you want me.”

Fear began to crowd in on her enjoyment, but seeing him holding rein over his own desire, his face pulled tight, expecting and bracing for her rejection made her brave. She wanted to please him by giving back some of what he’d given her. She wanted to join with him. “I do. I want you.”

He pushed into her on one long thrust, the width of his cock stretching her, filling her near to bursting.

She stared up into his eyes, shocked to her core. “It . . . It doesn’t hurt.”

“What?” He reared back. “That’s what you’ve been afraid of?” At her nod, he cursed.

Prudence pulled him down for a kiss, hiding from his questions. He didn’t need to know. No one ever needed to know what her marriage had been like or what Randolph had done.

The generous man in her arms set her free from all that. And as he started to move, thrusting in and out of her body in thick, slick glides, something warm and fragile built in her chest. Tenderness swamped her, bringing the sting of tears to her eyes. She held him close, stoking him, running her fingers through his hair, trying to find a way to touch him the same way he’d touched her.

*****

She was driving him insane.

Her hands were never still, stroking and grasping his sweat-slicked skin, her mouth wild under his, her toes curling into the back of his leg. And Christ, her sweet, tight pussy clutched around his shaft on every outward stroke as if trying to hold him inside.

The scent of their desire mingled in the humid air and her breathy sighs and husky moans urged him on.

His control hung in threads. His whole body shook as he forced himself to go slow, to be tender when all he wanted was to thrust as deep into her wet heat as he could get. The desire to possess, to own and to claim warred with his need to protect and ease her. He rotated his hips against her and felt the sting of her nails on his back as her inner walls clung to his shaft. Heat simmered in his loins, drawing his sac up tight to his body and sending tendrils of pleasure rolling through him. Jesus, he was close. Too close.

He pulled out of her, and she cried out.

“I just need . . . I need a minute.” He released her leg and shifted so he could take one of her nipples into her mouth. She had beautiful breasts, a handful with pert nipples he loved to run his tongue over. He dragged his open mouth down her belly, letting her feel his teeth on her skin, and smiling as she twitched and shivered beneath him. He ran his open palm over the birthmark on her stomach, licking the outline until she gripped fistfuls of his hair to bring him back where she wanted him.

Getting to his knees, he pulled her toward him until her ass hung between his thighs.

“What are you—?”

He pressed his cock back into her depths. “Watch.”

Her eyes opened and she lifted onto her elbows, her attention zeroing in on where their bodies joined. Her desire coated them both, glistening in the moonlight, her opening stretched wide around him.

Griffin stroked his thumb to her clit, circling, rubbing. Her eyes widened and fixed on his hand, watching his every move.

“You’re beautiful.”

His gaze shot to hers.

A soft smile curved her lips. “The way your body moves. The way your muscles bunch and flex.”

Pleased by her praise, by how freely she gave to him, he paused, a little guilty about how they came to be in this position. “I cheated you at cards.”