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She felt his fingers first, then the brush of his tongue against her clit. She screamed his name and immediately put her hands to his head. She needed to touch him as he found that sweet bud of passion and sucked on it. She knew she was close to climaxing as soon as the tip of his finger penetrated her and the rolling wave of her orgasm began to wash over her. Eagerly, her body responded, desperate for more. He lifted his head.
She stared down at him. “Take me, Jay.”
He nodded and reached for his jeans. She saw him draw out a condom from his pocket. He opened the package and put the protection on quickly before returning to her.
He spread her legs and then she felt him tap her clit with his cock. She shivered as he rubbed himself against her and then she caught her breath as the tip of his cock entered her. But he paused there and she shifted under him, trying to get all of him.
“Beg me,” he said.
“Please...take me, Jay.”
He slid another tiny inch inside of her. “That’s not begging,” he said, leaning forward so that his chest teased her tingling breasts.
He whispered naughty, dirty sexual ideas in her ear and her muscles clenched around him. She felt his hips jerk, and she bit the lobe of his ear.
She could sense the shiver that went through him and then a moment later he filled her completely. She tightened her legs around his waist as he took her, relentlessly moving in and out of her body.
“Come for me,” he said.
She was already from the moment he’d first thrust inside her. What control she had left was quickly slipping away. Her clit was pulsing as one sensation after another claimed her. He leaned down and kissed and sucked the side of her neck as his hips pistoned forward. On a breathy cry, her name passed his lips, and she felt his hard, smooth cock spilling into her.
Alysse ran her hand up and down his strong back and buried her face against his chest. His breath sawed in and out of his body and she relished the afterglow.
He held her loosely in his arms and then brought her to the chair with him where he’d cradled her earlier. He held her to him and she let him. She rested her head against his chest and pretended she was never going to have to leave this spot.
She wanted to stay with him, like this, and remember that one perfect week they’d spent in each other’s arms.
But that wasn’t going to happen. She sat up and faced him.
His expression went from relaxed and sated to guarded. “I guess that was a mistake?”
She shook her head. “Not at all. But I think that’s all we are ever going to have.”
“Sex? It’s more than sex, Aly.”
She frowned and got to her feet. She felt vulnerable and raw as she moved around gathering up her clothes, dressing as quickly as she could. She heard Jay behind her, dressing as well, and by the time she turned around he was fully clothed and looking every inch the Marine that he was.
This wasn’t the sexy, demanding lover of only minutes ago. This was the man who’d called her down here with a mission in mind. She had the feeling that lovemaking hadn’t been his objective.
“I want more than sex. It wasn’t some hot lover I was missing when I was lying in the desert sand feeling like I was going to die.”
“Who were you missing?”
“You.”
“You had me,” she said, trying to objectify what had just happened so it wouldn’t mean as much to either of them.
“I did. I made a mistake. I’m trying to make up for that.”
She laughed because he sounded so wounded and so...well, not like himself. “You said sex was the only place we communicated honestly.”
“I was a guy looking to get laid when I said that.”
She raised her shoulder and tipped her head to the side. “Isn’t that who you were tonight?”
“No.”
She arched her eyebrow at him.
“Well, yes, but I want more. Dammit, Aly, nothing is going the way I planned.”
“Welcome to the real world, Marine. It’s not like the Corps where there are rules and everyone follows them.”
He stalked over to her and put his hands on her waist and lifted her off her feet to kiss her. She could have ignored it if it was hard and demanding, but instead it was soft, seductive. It was every tender feeling she had burning inside her, waiting to get out.
She almost put her arms around him, yet she knew she had to get away. She needed to get some distance between them or he was going to have his willing little Vegas-minded sex-crazy wife back. And she wasn’t that woman.
