Chapter 22
Chapter Twenty-Two
No woman’s touch has ever driven me insane. The power of that bite could light a city block. “God, You don’t know what that does to me.”
Blindly reaching over, I shove the center console up. That’s what we need—a nice big space for me to get her beneath me.
When I tip Marianna back onto the truck seat her breath catches.
I swing around, lowering my body on top of her. Miraculously avoiding the horn this time.
A part of my brain wonders at how we got here. The other part of me knows. Our chemistry is uncharted. A wild fragile thing with no boundaries.
As I brush my thumbs along her cheeks, we breathe raggedly.
Everything slows. Unspoken hunger pulsing between us.
The fevered pace morphing into something profoundly more intense.
Nothing but this.
Right here.
Right now.
One breath at a time.
I feel her. Deeply.Something is happening in recesses of my soul that was decimated long ago.
How is that fucking possible?
There is a distinct falling feeling inside of me.
Maybe it’s to my death.
I kiss her again, slowly this time, but deeper. Hungrier. More possessively. Rolling my body against hers, desperate to ease the ache.
When I pull back, she looks stunned. Her color is high. Her freckles bright.I see the same shock in her that I felt inside myself seconds ago. I’m past that now.
Dropping my mouth to her neck, I take a taste. Slowly exploring with my tongue and teeth. Savoring the salty sweet flavor that mingles with the scent of something warm and flowery.
She laughs softly, a throaty little sound, as I nuzzle her neck with a deep rumble in my throat. “I didn’t expect you to slow down when I bit you…”
“I had to hit the brakes. I want to throw you into the back seat of this truck and fuck you until I break us both.”
She tenses below me and when I pull back, her tongue darts along her kiss-dampened lower lip. “I would never have said this before in my life, but right now I want to slug you for not doing that.”
Jesus.
My chuckle stirs her hair as my eyes drink her in.
There’s something in Marianna that’s wild and untamed and I want it. To capture it and hold onto it.Make it mine so no one else in the world can have it.
Crazy. Talk.
When her fingers trail up my spine, pressing the damp fabric of my shirt against my muscles, I lose more control. A dangerous swirl of lust makes me flex my thighs.
So close. Her heat is just on the other side of these damned layers of clothing.
My willpower is razor thin. “I want inside of you…and I need you to tell me no.”
Her body responds. Shivers below me. “I’m not going to tell you, no. I want you. I need you inside of me. Take me, please. Give us this.”
This is bad.
I growl and duck my head down, burying my face against her neck. “I was counting on you to be the voice of reason.”
She tips her head back, exposing the long, steep column of her throat to me again. “Sorry, I’m tired of being reasonable.”
So am I.
As I taste her neck, my hands take a trip of their own. The soft skin on her inner thigh is velvet smooth, burning hot. Tender and so fucking feminine.
A siren’s call. Destined to destroy this sailor.
It’s hard to speak with the ferocity of my need. “I didn’t plan on our first time being on the side of the road.”
Twisting the fabric of my shirt in her hand, she shifts, opening her legs wider to me. Eyes luminous, she gives me a challenging look. “What road?”
Damn.
I move my hand to hold her jaw while I kiss her, devouring her until I’ve explored every angle and little nuance of her.
“You taste like my ruin.”
Moving to her ear, I whisper in a rough voice. “There are two condoms in my wallet. I bought them for you.”
Marianna’s hands scramble over me. After raiding my pockets, she holds my wallet up, dumps the contents until a condom falls into her hand, then throws the billfold and everything else on the floorboard.
Guess she’s excited.
Fuck knows I am.
I push her dress high, letting my fingers dig into the cloud-soft curve of her inner thigh. “I’ can’t wait to feel you wrapped around me”
The metal buckle on my belt clinks loudly. Our eyes are locked as I shove down my zipper. When I fist my erection through my briefs, her lashes flare
“Big,” she whispers as her hand traces the outline of my cock.
“You’re gonna fit me perfectly.”
As I hold myself with one hand, I brush my other thumb against the heat that’s soaking her panties. “Fuck, babe, that’s sexy. So perfect.”
As I glide the pad of my thumb under the edge of her lace and through her wetness, heat builds in my chest.
Yeah. This is gonna be amazing.
I free myself and her hands join me, wrapping around my shaft.
God.
Yes. “I’ve dreamed about feeling your hands on me.”
I groan, a long, low sound coming from my open mouth. My muscles tense, cording my abs. A rush of blood pulses in my brain before it drops lower, filling my cock’s crown.
The sound of tearing foil is almost covered by the harsh sound of our breathing.
I’m shaking.
She rolls the condom down, the light touch of her fingertips sending shivers through my whole body.
When the sensation subsides, I look down at her. A wave of dark, possessive need climbs up my spine.
This compulsion to claim her grows when I push my thumb past the slick heat of her outer folds.
“Mmmm…” Marianna’s eyes flutter closed, her tongue crosses her lips.
Goosebumps break out along her collarbone as I hook a finger in the neck of her dress, pulling it down to expose her nipple.
No bra, nothing blocking my path. I fucking love it.
“Look at this…” I rasp.
Her eyes shoot open when my calloused palm abrades her nipple.
“Ohhh…mmmmm”
Throaty, raspy as hell, the sound she makes rocks through me.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Let me hear what pleases you.”
She cries out when I draw my thumb from her heat, but moans when I slide two fingers into the sweet, tight channel of her pussy.
She nods, whimpers hotly.
I was worried she’d gone silent, but now it’s a huge fucking turn on.
I just need to learn her language.
Little moans, pants, mmmm sounds.
I can’t wait to make her scream.
“Gonna be so tight on me, baby. Fuck. I’m so engorged.” I press my nose against her ear. “You ready for me?”
Fast nodding is my answer.
Hell yeah. First, though…
I dip my head to the bud of her peaked nipple with my teeth. A keening sound comes from her throat as she arches her back.
When her hands slide under my shirt, I growl and advance. Unable to hold myself back any longer.
Pressing my throbbing cock against her heat locks my lungs. I draw in a sharp breath.
So hot. We’re on fucking fire for each other.
Driving forward, I push in along the side her panties, past the tight heat of her entrance.
I scoop her hands above her head, threading my fingers in hers, stretching her below me.
Our hands are hot against each other.
Gazes locked, I thrust further in. Until I’m as deep as I can go. Wrapped in the vise of her heat.
“Oh, goddamn. That’s good,” I groan.
She nods, her silky hair moving against her cheek, her eyes dark jewels filled with need.
So many emotions skate over her pretty face.
Including surprise when a sudden contraction wracks her body.
“That’s it, baby, look at you, taking all of me. Perfect.”
I slide back, drive forward again. Desperate to hear her sultry cries.
Over and over. Controlled. Each time deeper. Harder. Loving how she’s unraveling below me.
Pulse pounding at her throat. Heat flushing her cheeks. Damp lips parted. Little sounds of her pleasure come with every breath.
My demand is rough and low, my voice straining with thrusts. “Come with me, Marianna.”
“Ah…ah!” A surprised sound, followed by a long pleasure groan.
Then the scream I was so desperate to hear.
Heat scorches through me. I capture the high pitched keen down my throat as I take her with my tongue, matching the pace of my cock.
I’m not going to last…
Feels too good.
A pulse of lightning hits me. Rolls through me, blackening my vision. Locking my muscles, making me tear my mouth off of hers as I shout.
The sound of my guttural yell fills the cab of the truck.
God.
Damn.
I lower myself on my elbows, cradle her head against my chest.“Fuck, baby. Wow.”
We breathe like this for a long time. Clinging tightly to each other. Hearts pounding through bone where we are pressed together.
A passing car horn sounds.
“Fuck off,” I grumble and she laughs huskily.
She exhales softly, molding more against me. “I think I died.”
“Sweetheart, you nearly did me in.”
Cheek pressed against hers, I hold her until we’re almost breathing normally again. The temperature is dropping. Some of the sweat pouring down my neck has started to feel tight on my skin.
With every thud of my war-battered heart, my worry grows.
I’m a SEAL.
I’ve taken lives in combat. I’ve saved them on the battlefield.
But I can’t ever remember feeling more afraid.