Her Forbidden Marine (Hearts Ablaze: Men in Uniform Book 2) by Makenna Jameison Read Free Book Online Page B

flush settling over her cheeks, she glanced around in a daze.  That had been the most intense orgasm she’d had in ages.  If just thinking about being with Matt had brought about that response in her, what would the real flesh and blood man do to her?  Not that they’d ever spend a night together.  He didn’t even like her.  But just imagining him pleasuring her might be enough to get her through a few cold nights.

Chapter 7
     
     
    Matt ducked into the coffee shop on Main Street later that evening.  Thank God he’d gotten his run in this morning, because it was sleeting out now.  There was no way he’d be out running in this mess, and treadmills weren’t how he liked to get his miles in.  He brushed snowy slush off his shoulders, watching the wet stuff fall to the floor.  No wonder the coffee shop had a gigantic rubber mat right inside their front door.  The weather around here in the winter was all too unpredictable.  It had been sunny and decent—if not cold—earlier in the day.  He walked up to the counter noticing that he was alone in the coffee shop, save for an older couple seated at a table, and ordered a large black coffee to-go.  His early morning runs didn’t usually bother him, but he hadn’t been sleeping well ever since Becky reappeared in his life Friday night.  No, scratch that—he’d slept like a baby once sleep had eventually overtaken him, but he’d tossed and turned for hours before falling asleep the past two nights, his thoughts on Becky.
    Imagining her in his bed had nearly driven him crazy with desire last night.  How he wanted to lose himself in her for a little while, to let her light and warmth comfort him, make him feel alive.  How he wanted to enjoy the pleasure of her body and release the sexual tension that had been building inside of him since he’d bumped into her Friday night.  He’d held his thick erection in the shower this morning, his hand a poor substitute for the woman he desired.  After he’d come, he was very nearly hard all over again, wanting to have her.  And the worst of it?  These lust-driven thoughts racing through his mind weren’t anything new—he’d wanted her for years.  So he’d run every damn time he’d seen her.
    The barista set his steaming cup of coffee down on the counter.  Hopefully he wouldn’t be paying for this later on, wide awake at 3:00 a.m., but he could barely prop his eyelids open now.  He still had to pack for his week in Norfolk and get some stuff done at his apartment.  It was no surprise that there were few people here tonight, though.  The bad weather had likely kept everyone at home with their families, enjoying a quiet Sunday dinner.  Everyone except… Becky , he thought, the vanilla scent of her announcing her arrival as the door to the coffee shop opened and a patron walked in.  He didn’t have to turn around to confirm that it was her, because every single hair on the back of his neck stood up.  His dick very nearly pointed to attention as well, and he ground his teeth, knowing the chances were slim-to-none that she’d turn around and leave.  She still hadn’t returned his call from this morning, but maybe she’d been waiting until tonight.  Wasn’t she staying with her parents?  That didn’t likely leave her with much privacy to make a phone call.
    “Matt?” she asked, walking up to the counter.
    “Hey Becky,” he said, glancing down at her curiously.  Was she blushing?  Maybe her cheeks were just flushed from the cold.  It was almost too much to hope that she’d someday want him the way he’d always wanted her.  For now he’d have to manage with just being her friend—and, quite possibly, more cold showers than anyone had ever taken.
    “I didn’t expect to see you here.  What are the chances of running into each other twice in one weekend?”
    “It’s a small town,” Matt said with a shrug.  The cashier totaled his order, and Matt grabbed his wallet from his back