One Week with the Marine (Love on Location)

It was the truth, all of it.

His walls were down. And, finally, so were hers.

Chapter Sixteen

“So, what do we do?” she asked.

She shivered in a way that was not entirely from the cold. It was about the heat of their bodies, the electricity that seemed to bounce between them. She knew what he wanted—knew that he wanted it just as much as she did—but she didn’t know how to start.

Luckily, Holden made the choice for her. Slowly, he circled his arms around her waist and helped her to stand until her body was flush with his. As he began walking her backward toward the wall, she knew she’d never wanted him more than in that moment.

“Please,” she murmured.

Her heart hitched as he released her wrists. Instead of appeasing her, he focused his talented fingers on her lower back, the curve of her thigh. His nails dug into the skin, lifting her up so that her clit was grinding with every motion against his taut erection.

She licked her lips, greedy with lust.

He laid her down on the plastic kitchen table. Normally, she might have flinched away from the chill of the surface or focused on her next action. But there were no thoughts. There were no words.

She tried, but her breath caught in her throat as she lay prone, watching him strip off his clothes, one piece at a time—his jeans, the tight red boxer briefs, the T-shirt. They all vanished to reveal his impeccable frame.

His abs were like chiseled stone, the muscles around his hips leading a delectable trail to the part she longed to see most. And he was ready for her. Flawless, and prepared for action.

Her walls quaked at the sight of him, and it was all she could do not to jump off the table and pounce on him, pushing him down to the floor so she could have her own naughty way with him.

But she was prone to his every command. It was as if he’d cast some kind of spell on her as his hands roved her body, softly kneaded her breasts, trailed down her ribs, gripped the insides of her thighs until his finger found her wet center.

She tried to bite the moan back, but she couldn’t. It erupted, loud and long as he stroked her, dipping inside her slowly before traveling back up to tease her tight bud.

“God, you’re so wet,” he said, kneeling down so that his head was level with her pussy.

“God, you’re perfect.” She’d said it without thinking, and she looked down at him to gauge his reaction. She couldn’t see much. Just his green irises and the brim of his Grecian nose, but the crinkle around his eyes told her he was smiling.

“You would give up all this?” He kissed her bud gently before deepening the intimacy. His tongue lapped her center, spurring louder, longer moans of appreciation. The teasing felt perfect, beautifully endless as he pleasured her with his mouth.

Then, without warning, he plunged two fingers deep inside of her, working her until her back arched from the table, begging for more. For him.

She gasped.

Every muscle in her body tensed, her thighs shook, the very world seemed to rock on its axis. Her toes curled around the plastic legs of the table as she spread her knees wider for him, accepting his caress with more than a little appreciation.

A climax suddenly rolled over her, tingling even the follicles of her hair as waves of pleasure rushed in soft at first, then crashed down harder.

“Oh, baby, I love it when you come.” His voice was deep and husky, and she felt the vibrations of his low voice against her clit. The combination of his sultry tone and the feeling of him was enough to bring her to the brink again.

She slammed her hands against the table hard enough to make her palms sting, but she didn’t care. She just wanted him, needed him inside her.

One thing was for certain. If she was going to come again, it would be with him.

“Please, please.” She bit her lip, ashamed of the desperation in her voice, but he didn’t seem to notice. He was already on his feet and bending over her, wrapping his arms around her body as he flicked his tongue over her nipples.

“That’s so hot. I can’t take any more. Please.”

“And pass up the chance at these babies? Have you seen them?” He smiled up at her before ducking his head down to nibble along the swell of her breasts.

“That’s it. You can’t be trusted.” She wrapped her legs around his back and poised to pull herself up. It forced his head away from her chest until they were face-to-face.

His lips were still red from his previous exertions, but she didn’t care. She took his warm, lower lip into her mouth and enjoyed the full, soft feeling of him.