Chapter Ten
I was done talking .
I wanted him.
It was suicide and stupid and cruel, but I didn’t care. In that moment, I just didn’t care. I wanted to feel something other than the shit I’d been living with. And I wanted that something to be him. One night of escape where he fucked me with the look in his eyes he had right now—that haunted, determined intensity. I wanted to know if it translated to a mind-bending, soul-crushing, make-me-forget-my-own-name orgasm.
And I wanted to know now.
I grabbed the hem of his shirt and shoved the material up. “Fuck me.”
His cut muscles tensed as my fingers ran up his washboard abs. “Jesus, woman.” He yanked his shirt off one-handed and tossed it aside. “You know what you’re getting into?”
No. “Yes.” His masculine scent everywhere, I licked his hard nipple.
His huge hand gripped a handful of my hair. “I’m warning you, it’s not gonna be pretty.” He leaned over and his stomach muscles rippled under my hands. “Not the first time,” he added, biting my neck. “It’s been too long for me.”
Selfish satisfaction that he hadn’t been with anyone in a long time mixed with heart-stopping desire as goose bumps raced up my spine and wetness surged between my legs. “I don’t need pretty.” Nothing in my life was pretty .
Holding my hair out of the way, he sucked on the skin he’d just bitten. “Tell me I can fuck you hard.”
“So hard.” I bit him back.
A low growl vibrated his chest, and he let go of my hair a second before he yanked my shirt over my head. His gaze cut to my black lace bra, and he inhaled sharply. “Jeans,” he ground out, stepping back.
Aching with need, there was no hesitation in my decision. I wanted this man to see me naked because I didn’t know how to flirt. Flirting was for carefree women who could afford to smile at life, and I wasn’t that. Not even close. I didn’t have pretty words for this Marine. I had actions. So I toed out of my boots and slid the stiff material down my legs. My eyes on his, I pushed my jeans and pink socks off, then rose back to my full height.
His nostrils flared as his heavy, dark gaze slid down my body.
Each rise of his chest as he took me in was a heady wave of anticipation. As if he were caressing my body with his inhale, his exhale followed the ghost touch, and a sweet lick of heat hit me as his breath teased my skin.
“Turn,” he ordered, his voice gravel rough.
More aware of my black lace thong than I’d ever been, an unwanted memory surfaced. Only one man had ever seen me this naked, and he’d always told me my ass could bring a man to his knees, but I didn’t want to think about him right now. I didn’t want to tarnish this one moment I was selfishly taking for myself. Pushing my past deep, ignoring the nerves trying to settle in my stomach, I turned.
The Marine behind me uttered a guttural curse and dropped to his knees.
Actually dropped to his knees.
“ Fuck , woman.” His warm, calloused hands grasped the back of my thighs. “You are so fucking gorgeous.” His lips closed over the swell of my ass, his hands kneaded, and he swirled his tongue.
Oh God . My stomach fluttered, and desire leaked past my thong. I turned at the waist and my breath caught. Never in my entire life had I seen anything so erotic as this muscled god of man kneeling behind me and savoring my body like I was his.
I forgot about my past.
I forgot about everything.
“Garrett.” His name escaped my lips like I had a right to say it, like I had a right to take from him. I didn’t, but I was already almost naked and I wasn’t going to back out now.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, kissing along the edge of my thong. “You’re too beautiful not to be touched.”
My heart skipped and the air in my lungs froze.
Just like that, my past came back.
His large hands stilled and his eyes found mine. “What just happened?”
“Nothing.”
“Your muscles tensed.”
I could lie. I could make my muscles relax and wipe my expression clean. But this man was on his knees and he would be gone from my life tomorrow. What did it matter what I said?
“It was your words,” I admitted. “They reminded me I spent a long time not being touched.”
“Why?”
Instinct, self-preservation. If I didn’t get too close to anyone, then they wouldn’t get hurt. “Many reasons.” Too many to tell. “None of which I want to talk about.”
Rubbing from the inside of my thighs toward the crease where my leg met my body, he pressed hard against my muscles as he held my gaze. “You like this now?” he asked, respecting my privacy.
“Yes,” I breathed, tension easing out of me.
“And this?” His hands ran down my legs then up the backs of my calves, where his thumbs circled behind my knees.
My eyes fluttered shut as I allowed myself to savor every second of his erotic touch. “Mm-hmm. ”
“Good.” His warm lips coasted across the swell of my hip. “Grab the counter,” he ordered, working his hands up my legs.
His massage felt so good, and he was so different than the one man I’d ever been with, that I didn’t hesitate in following his demand.
Curling his fingers around my hips, he hooked his thumbs under my thong. Kissing up my ass, my back, his tongue swept across the bottom of my ear.
His thumbs gently pulled at the lace on my hips. “Still a green light?”
The heat of his chest at my back, his hard length pressed against my ass, the musky, masculine scent of him everywhere, I wanted more. Turning my head, I gave him my mouth and my answer. “Yes.”
His lips crashed over mine, and he plunged his tongue in deep.
The moan that crawled up my throat vibrated my vocal chords so hard it tickled my neck.
Gripping a handful of my hair, he angled me into his kiss and shoved my underwear down my hips. A second later, his thick fingers were gliding over the wet crease between my legs, but it wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough.
“More,” I pleaded. “Touch me.”
Parting my aching core, he gripped my hair tighter. “So wet,” he spoke against my lips. “So fucking wet.” He eased a finger inside me.
My back arched and my hips jerked. My thighs, caught by my thong, couldn’t spread any wider, and I both moaned in sheer desire and growled in frustration.
Adding a second finger, he pumped deep inside me as the base of his hand rubbed against my clit.
Holy shit. “Yes,” I hissed.
His head bent and his mouth closed over my throat. Swirling his tongue, thrusting his fingers deep inside me, he whispered against my ear. “I want to feel this tight pussy come all over me. My mouth…” He licked my neck. “My fingers.” Twisting his fingers, he pressed deep inside me against a spot that made both my back bow with a twinge of pained shock and my core quiver for more. “And my cock.” He ground his hard length against my ass.
Oh my God. “ Yes .” I wanted that. I wanted all of his dirty words, and hard body, and big cock, and cut muscles. I wanted him to dominate me and take me and make me forget who I was. “Please,” I begged, bending even more over the counter. “I need you inside me.”