Bad Boy Soldier (Bad Boy 3)

Then, she kissed my knuckles.

She actually kissed my injured hand.

She turned my hand over and kissed my palm and then looked in my eyes.

"Thank you," she whispered.

"For what?" I replied, my throat constricting.

"For everything," she said. Then, she crawled over to my side of the bed and pushed me onto my back, lying on top of me, her mouth finding mine.

I didn’t fight.

Why would I fight the one thing I had wanted for most of the past five years?

Celia.

Her body on top of mine made me instantly hard as a rock. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her tightly against me, grinding my hips up so she knew how much I wanted her.

How much I needed her.

We kissed, our mouths devouring each other, her fingers gripping my hair like she needed me desperately.

Then she sat up and pulled her nightgown off to reveal her beautiful curves, full and rounded breasts, her nipples hardening in the cool air. I couldn’t help but reach up and cup them with my hands, admiring their heavy fullness, my thumbs and fingers tweaking her nipples. I sat up and took one into my mouth, sucking firmly, the nub hardening against my tongue. In response, she moaned and arched her back, her eyes closing.

"Oh, God, I need you," she whispered. When I lay back, she leaned down and kissed me once more. "Fuck me, Hunter."

I didn't make her say please.

Instead, I did everything I could to please her. It should have been me begging her, because no matter how much I tried to deny it to myself, I wanted her. I'd always wanted her.

With every woman I'd been with since that first night with her, back before I joined the Marines, I'd compared them to Celia. None could measure up.

She needed me. She'd been through so much shit, with Graham being beat up, with the loan shark threats, the loss of her inheritance, and Spencer's abuse, she needed pleasure to blank her mind of all of it.

I was happy to provide her with it. I may not have been her first, or even twentieth, choice when it came to a lover, but I'd do.

I rolled her over onto her back and kissed her deeply, my hand roaming over her body, from one lush breast to her softly rounded hip, to the lips of her sex, which I parted with my fingers to find her hard little clit. She moaned into my mouth when I stroked it, opening her thighs to accommodate my hand.

I pressed more deeply, pushing my fingers inside to stroke her and felt her body clench around me.

"So hot," I whispered in her ear. "So wet for me."

She pressed her hips up, hungry for sensation. I didn’t deny her.

I kissed a trail down her jaw to her collar bone and lower, claiming one nipple while I thumbed her clit, circling it slowly. I moved lower, licking my way down her belly to her pussy. I glanced up, enjoying the sight of her body arching with each stroke of her g-spot, her body trembling with lust.

"I'm going to eat you," I said, smiling as she gripped the sheets in her fists, pressing her hips up to meet my hand. "I'm going to make you come with my tongue."

She licked her lips but said nothing, her eyes closed, her focus entirely on my fingers. Then I licked her clit while I kept my fingers inside of her, stroking inside her with two fingers while I stroked her clit with my tongue.

"Oh, God," she gasped, and it wasn’t long before I felt her body clenching around my fingers as her orgasm began, her body shuddering. When she reached down and tried to pull my head away, I knew she'd had enough of my tongue and fingers.

I pulled away, letting her recover a bit.

Usually, I'd make her suck me for a while, warm me up even more, but this time, I didn’t. I was already harder than rock and dripping. I wouldn’t wait. I couldn’t wait.

"Are you safe?" I asked, because I didn't have a condom on me.