“Bloody hell.” He shoots me a glare and doesn’t say another word, not even when he parks in a lot near the strip.
Bag in his left hand, he tosses his keyring to the attendant, and grabs my wrist. At the desk he asks for one room and I’m about to cause a fuss, but his fierce glower makes me reconsider. When he calms down, I’ll come back and alter my accommodations.
Grip biting my bicep, he walks me up a flight of stairs. I hadn’t intended on an overnight, so I have no change of clothes, no toothbrush. I suppose I could call an Uber, but it’s getting late.
I wait until he’s had a shower before asking, “How did you find us?”
Giving me the silent treatment, he scowls, and tosses my outfit in the trash.
I glare back at him. “I’m a fucking marine, not some damsel in distress.”
“Boo-rah.” At his mocking tone, I see red and my heart pounds.
“God, I hate you!” Angry tears well. Why do I let him worm under my skin?
“That so? I hate you more.” He takes a step closer, his eyes on my mouth.
My gaze drops to his and my clit twitches. No, no, no. This is not going to happen. My hands cup his rough cheeks as the craziness of the last few hours plays out in my head. If I’d have died, would anyone mourn me? I don’t think so.
How fucked up is that?
His lips brush across mine and I moan. “What the hell is wrong with us?”
Afraid to break the spell I slide my fingers around his neck and turn my head to avoid his nose and deepen the kiss. When my mouth opens, his tongue slides through, exploring.
While I search for a reasonable explanation for this attraction, his hard want presses against my abs, and I give in to desire. My body aches for his touch and I’m so damn tired of fighting it.
He tears off my tube top, squeezes my breasts and walks me back until my ass hits the wide screen TV.
“You want this?” Eyes dark, his nostrils flare, and he holds his breath.
“I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more.”
“Thank fuck.” He strides to the door and turns the bolt. On the way back he tosses his t-shirt aside, and kneeling at my feet, pulls down my shorts.
“Daaaammmn.” Whistling through his teeth, he spreads my legs wide and tongues my wet core.
After a few licks, I can barely stand, so keep my balance by placing my hands on his head. My knees weaken, and as I start to fall, he lifts me as if I weigh nothing and sets me on the bed. His boots fly, he drops his jeans, and digs in his back pocket.
When he removes a foil packet from his wallet, I realize I don’t want anything between us. “I’m on the pill. I was tested after the incident and haven’t had sex since.”
“I’m clean, too.” He places his tip at my core, and suddenly his jaw drops. “I was your first after the rape?”
I nod.
“Jesus, Landy. You should’ve said something. No wonder you-”
“More action, less talk, Bounty Boy.” I roll him over, place my palms on his chest, and slowly sink onto his great beast of a cock.
Moaning, he allows me time to adjust as his busy fingers play my nipples. My pleasure button swells and as I grind down the final inch, he arches up. In and out, our pace accelerates until the headboard bangs against the wall, and flesh slaps against flesh.
His index finger reaches between us and caresses the perfect spot.
“Oh God.” I fall into a million pieces, and he flips me onto my back.
“You light me up, firefly.” His multiple thrusts prolong my orgasm until I reach a higher place and soar into nirvana.
As this second wave hits me, I scream. He plows deep, groans from his chest, swells inside me, and explodes. Two more grunts accompany more wild plunges, then his body collapses on mine.
