CHAPTER SIXTEEN
TRINA
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The shower rains down on me as I grip the wall. Marshall’s head is between my legs and I’m about to have the third orgasm since he first kissed me tonight.
I could lie and say this wasn’t my plan.
I mean, it wasn’t not my plan, but I’m not sorry at all we have ended up having sex.
I’ve been attracted to this man since the first moment I saw him. Yes, he also drives me crazy but he’s even better at using his tongue to drive me to orgasm.
Again...not sorry.
I shudder as number three rolls through me and I fall over the edge. My legs almost give out beneath me, but this huge, tattooed soldier holds me steady, looking damn proud of himself.
He should be.
So, I let him get away with his smirk this time.
Sliding his body up mine as he stands, Marshall cups my head and kisses me with vigor.
I love his mouth on mine. He’s so dominant and takes complete and absolute control of me. There’s no holding back; it takes my breath away. With no choice but to let go and melt into him, I give up the fight and accept all the pleasure he wants to give me.
Honestly, I want to spend a month in bed just fucking this man. Forget water, food, and work. I want to feel this warrior’s gorgeous muscular body against mine and all the delicious sensations.
Nothing but flesh.
“I’m not done with you. I need more,” Marshall groans, his eyes dark and full of fire.
“Me too,” I confess, feeling as insane as he looks.
But there isn’t a need to say more. This isn’t the start of some romance. This is pure lust.
That’s all.
I have no doubt he feels the same. It’s not like he asked me out on a date. Or sent flowers. He pressed me against the wall, and we’ve fucked like rabbits for the past two hours.
Thoroughly.
We’re on the same page, I’m sure.
“If I wasn’t injured, I’d pick you up and fuck you.” Marshall sucks my earlobe, as he thumbs my nipple.
I moan, feeling like the most wanton woman in the world. And glad I waxed my ju-ju yesterday.
“I need to wash all this...crap off me.”
“Sand. I can feel it,” I say, letting him know he doesn’t have to hide it.
“You caught me. I was in Hawaii.” He winks.
I nudge him. “Whatever. I’m not stupid.”
Reaching for the soap, Marshall starts lathering but I take over for him. I’m not letting an opportunity to run my hands all over this man’s huge frame. To feel all the ripples of his ab muscles and the hardness of his powerful arms. After this, I won’t get another chance.
“Never said you were stupid, sexy girl.” He takes my hips as I reach around and wash his back.
“You need to spin. You’re too big,” I say against his lips which just nipped at mine.
“You weren’t complaining earlier.”
I shake my head and laugh. “Not your penis, you idiot.”
Said hard appendage presses into my back as he spins and tugs me against him. I wash the rest of him, being as careful as I can with his bandage—which is soaked and will need changing anyway—and attempt to spin him back around.
“Hey. Tree. Turn.”
Marshall slowly turns and, ignoring me calling him a tree, pushes me back into the wall. “I want you to stay.”
I blink.
“No.” I shake my head after a minute. “No. I need to go home.”
“One night, Trina.”
He rarely uses my name. Always calling me his little wolf or darlin’ in that damn sexy drawl.
“Request from a wounded soldier.” He runs his hand down my side, brushing my breasts and then moving between my legs. I expose my neck and he sucks at my flesh, sending pleasure right to my core.
“You play dirty.”
“Darlin’ you haven’t seen anything yet.” Marshall promises and that’s when I decide to stay and find out.
Like I said, I’m not stupid.
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I FIND MY PANTIES on the floor near the end of the bed and slip into them. Marshall is out cold and I’m almost certain the pain medicine he finally took a few hours ago will keep him that way.
I locate my skirt and blouse, then quickly dress. Then tiptoe downstairs and find my keys next to his duffel bag.
I glance upstairs and hesitate for a moment.
Should I take it upstairs?
No, he doesn’t need my help with his stupid bag. He was manipulating me to get me inside so he could fuck my brains out. Which I am completely fine with for the record.
I was fine with all of it until I woke up with his arm under me and found myself plastered to his chest.
Like lovers.
My fingers were on his delicious pec, his hand pressed into the small of my back protectively.
As I came fully awake, I closed my eyes, soaking in the feeling of what it might be like to be loved by this dominant cheeky man.
So stupid.
I’d come to my senses and gently slid out of bed, waiting to make sure he didn’t stir further.
Thank you pain meds.
I glance around the kitchen for a pen and paper, finding it in one corner, then bite the side of my mouth wondering if I should text message instead.
No.
Then he’ll reply and I don’t want to have an ongoing dialogue about what happened last night. I just need to leave and stay away now.
Sure, we’ll bump into each other at events due to our common friends, but we’ve fucked and now it’s over.
I scribble a note and then head to the front door.
“Um, open.” I say out loud, then curse when all I do is stand here looking like an idiot talking to a piece of wood.
I try the handle and it opens.
Thank god.
Then I run out to my car.
The sun is only just rising so traffic will be as light as it ever gets in Los Angeles. When I’m behind the wheel I glance one last time at Marshall’s upstairs bedroom windows.
I’m so relieved he’s home safe, and that we got to share a night together. It was incredible.
He’s incredible.
We may not have talked much but I got to feel a different side of the man who is normally a big tease. There is much more to him than I know. It’s a shame he’s a soldier. I think I could fall for him.
But if the past few days have taught me anything, as I spent time worrying about him, it’s that I can’t be with a man in the armed forces.
My heart can’t take it.
We had our one night.
Now, it’s time to move on.