What Part of Marine Don't You Understand - By Heather Long Page 0,23

the real damn thing. Standing next to her bed, she must have sensed his hesitation. Sitting, she patted the space next to her.

The invitation sent his blood racing. She tilted her head to the side, her eyes dark and mysterious in the muddy puddle of light cast by the low wattage bulb in the nightstand lamp. Her lips were full and just a little swollen from their earlier kiss, color flushed her cheeks, and her hair spilled in loose curls around her shoulders. Ripe, perfect, and every bit the girl next door type he favored most of his life—only she wasn’t a type.

Those other girls were just pale imitations of her—understudies because she hadn’t arrived in his life yet. God, I sound like Lauren…I am spending way too much time around the actress.

Shuttling thoughts of everyone else away, he cupped Naomi’s cheek and rubbed his thumb across her lower lip. “You really are the most beautiful woman I have ever met.”

Hands down. No contest.

“Keep saying things like that to me and I can’t be responsible for my actions.” She caught his thumb between her lips and teased the tip with her tongue. The sensual gesture caught him off guard and captivated him.

Sliding back on the bed, she caught the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. One by one, she shed her clothes and he forgot how to think. His tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth, and he didn’t dare say anything for fear of babbling like an idiot. She possessed an athletic and trim build, but her curves were distinctly feminine. He knew from experience how wonderfully soft and firm her body was. She finally knelt on the bed, wearing only her bra and panties.

Rooted to the spot, he stared, his brain fizzling. But he stood silent for too long and her expression wavered, uncertainty darkening her eyes.

“I’m sorry…,” she murmured, reaching for her discarded shirt, but he snatched it and threw it aside then joined her on the bed.

“Don’t be—I just couldn’t take my eyes off you long enough to respond.” But he planned to rectify that. He crushed his mouth against hers, and she opened to the invasion like a flower soaking up the spring rain. Her skin scorched him until heat danced across his nerves. He made quick work of the bra and panties. The rise and fall of her chest sucked all the oxygen out of his lungs, and he nearly strangled on a moan.

Rosy nipples, sweet like strawberries, stiffened under his gaze. He kissed his way down to them then indulged in one of his favorite fantasies—sucking one turgid tip between his lips. The moment he grazed the nipple with his teeth, she dug her fingers into his shoulders, the sweet, sharp sting of her nails rocking his insides. His cock stiffened painfully, reminding him he was still fully dressed.

Unsure who he tormented more as he played with her breasts, he was torn between wanting his clothes off and continuing to tease her sweet flesh. Wanting what came next won out. He slipped away, and she objected with a very audible groan. Laughter bubbled up through his intensity and he grinned at her. “I’m feeling very overdressed….”

Pulling off his shirt, he toed off his shoes before stripping out of his jeans. She rose up on her elbows and stared at him with hunger, her naked, wanton look a powerful thing. The raw desire in her face demanded action. His erection thumped against his stomach, and he fumbled in the pocket of his jeans for the condom in his wallet.

Always carry a condom. Always be prepared.

God bless his training.

She reached out and stroked him, her attention on his cock and he groaned. The action sent all blood flow south and shut down everything but the most basic thoughts in his brain. Wanting her was a powerful thing, wanting to make this good for her even more. He caught her wrist in a light grip and stopped her caress. Her gaze rose to meet his, a frown wrinkling her brow.

Oh, she didn’t like that. For some reason, the objection in her all-too-willing expression amused the hell out of him. “You keep doing that and we’re going to be over before we even get started, and that’s not how I want this to end.”

“Oh.” Her eyes lit up and her smile grew. “Oh.”

He didn’t let her repeat a third time, tumbling her back on the bed and kissing her soundly before nipping