Page 41 of The Marine's Homecoming

He pops the button on my jeans. “Lift," he breathes, so I do, raising my hips so he can drag my jeans and panties down. I kick them off, leaving myself completely bare on his desk.

“Look at you,” he says, eyes dark with hunger. “God, you're gorgeous."

His fingers glide through my folds, circling my clit, and I moan and spread wider for him. Two thick fingers push inside, curling just right.

“Luke—yes,” I gasp.

He pumps them steadily, thumb stroking my clit in tight circles, and pleasure builds fast and hot. I stroke his cock faster, matching his rhythm.

“I want to be inside you so bad,” he murmurs against my neck, nipping the skin.

He pulls his fingers free and licks them. I whimper at the empty feeling but then the blunt head of his cock nudges my entrance, rubbing up and down my slick folds. It makes me shudder to feel how much he wants me.

“Eyes on me, Hannah. I want to watch you take me.”

I meet his gaze as he pushes in. The stretch is slow and perfect, inch by inch until he’s buried to the hilt and we both groan at the same time.

“You feel so good,” I whisper, clenching around him.

He holds still for a heartbeat, letting me adjust, then starts to move—deep, rolling thrusts that drag against every sensitive spot inside me. He grips my hips tighter and gives me what I want. His pace quickens, each stroke hitting deeper as I wrap my legs around his waist, heels digging into his ass to pull him in.

“Like that?” he asks, voice strained with effort. “Tell me how it feels.”

“So deep. Don’t stop,” I pant.

Papers slide off the desk and flutter to the floor as he drives into me. Sweat slickens our skin where we press together. I clutch his shoulders, nails pressing into muscle.

He leans down and kisses me messily. “You’re squeezing me so tight. It feels incredible.”

I clench around him on purpose and he groans and thrusts harder, grinding against me with every stroke. Pleasure coils tighter and tighter in my core.

One hand slips between us and his thumb finds my clit and rubs firm, steady circles.

“Oh, God, Luke!”

I come hard, pulsing around his cock in waves as heat crashes through me again and again. He keeps moving, drawing it out until I’m shaking and gasping.

“That’s it. Let go for me,” he murmurs, kissing my temple.

He lifts my leg higher over his arm, opening me wider. The new angle makes him hit even deeper.

“Fuck, Hannah. You feel so good when you come like that.”

His rhythm turns ragged as the desk rocks beneath us with every thrust. I hold onto him tightly, lost in the slick heat and the way he fills me so completely.

He buries himself deep with a low, guttural groan. His cock throbs hard inside me as he starts to come, hot pulses flooding me again and again. He grinds against me through every spurt, breathing hard against my neck.

I might be foolish to believe it, but I think Luke Maddox might just be the one. I don't know how, and I can't understand it, but no one makes me feel the way he does.

And I have no way to explain it to my parents or the rest of this town.

25

LUKE

"Sergeant Maddox, it's so good to hear from you." Colonel Harlan's voice is booming as ever when he answers my call. I've sat on this information for long enough. After that cold interaction with him where he dropped veiled threats, I'm not going to just sit on my hands anymore. We have three and a half weeks until the festival and Hanna knows about everything. It’s time to make a plan.

"Well, Colonel, you know I'm not a sergeant anymore." I smile, though, because to him I will always be one of the guys. It's one part about the service I will forever cherish—the brotherhood and belonging.