A Marine of Plenty by Heather Long Read Free Book Online Page A

mouth, he tilted his head, deepening the contact and slid his hands down to cup her ass.
    Soft cotton panties stood between him and sinking into her—well, those and his own clothes, which she tugged at impatiently. Growling, he stepped away and pulled off his shirt. His boots came off swiftly and he reached for his belt, pausing only long enough to make sure he’d locked her door.
    The last thing he needed, or wanted, was an interruption. Turning back, he found her staring at him, her green eyes gleaming and alive. A smile warmed her swollen lips—swollen from his kiss—and pride thumped through him.
    Was there anything more exquisite than a beautiful woman who made him ache simply by sharing the same oxygen?
    Need speared through him. He wanted to explore her every curve and sample her skin. Stripping off his pants, he dropped them on the back of a chair. Her gaze widened when it reached his waist and lower.
    His cock stiffened painfully, as though she stroked him with her hand, and he wanted to come right then imagining her caress—then she took a step forward and his mind turned off. He pulled her into his arms. Their mouths collided again and her nails dug into the back of his neck. Breaking away long enough to sweep her T-shirt up and over her head, he tossed the scrap of fabric with abandon.
    Her panties went next. He lifted her until her thighs locked on his hips, and they tumbled onto the bed. The cot didn’t fit both of them, and he braced above her on one arm, delving into her mouth and lapping up her sweetness like a cat with cream.
    His cock bumped against her sex, and he shuddered with the need to push inside of her. It had been a long time for him. He broke the kiss and worked his way down her body, pausing to tease each hard nipple. Her soft, low gasps were music to his ears. Brushing his lips lightly to her belly, her swift, indrawn breath encouraged him as he dipped lower. Exploring the softness of her thighs—first the right then the left—he couldn’t be sure who he tortured more.
    The moment he inched inside her, he’d be over and he wanted this to be good for her—needed it to be. Tiny nibbling kisses and licks brought him closer until, finally, he placed his mouth at her sex and drew on her clit. The rich scent of her arousal filled his nostrils, and his eyes crossed at the first taste of heaven. Shudders wracked her and she tightened her thighs on his shoulders.
    She was close…her demands nearly as sharp and piquant as his own. He didn’t spare her, teasing her by alternating between hard strokes of his tongue and sucking. Jana thrashed, and he glanced up. She’d buried her face in the pillow to muffle her scream. Fascinated, he pressed two fingers inside of her. Holy hell, she was wet, and when he ran his thumb around her swollen clit, she convulsed.
    Delighted at her responsiveness, he drove her toward a second orgasm, working in and out of her with two fingers, wringing another low cry from her. Stroking her through the orgasm, he kissed her breasts and abandoned her long enough to retrieve a condom from his pants. He’d stuffed one in there when he dropped his gear next door—wishful thinking or calculated hope?
    He didn’t want to worry about it.
    Hands shaking, he ripped open the foil and took the two steps back to the cot. Jana stared up at him with glazed eyes and trailed her hand up his thigh. He bucked his hips and needed a hell of a lot better control than he showed.
    But the gorgeous vixen on the bed rose up and smiled, killing his good intentions. “My turn.”
    When she kissed the tip of his cock, it took everything not to thrust into her mouth. He caught a handful of hair, carefully urging her head away. “Darling, I’ll come.”
    “I want you to,” she murmured, a Siren summoning him to the rocks.
    “Me, too.” He bent down to kiss her again and whispered, “But I want to be inside you, here.” He found her sex and teased the swollen, damp lips again. Circling