Her Marine by Heather Long Read Free Book Online

mean, you’re naked and I’m not. I’m drawing you and you’re just standing there.”
    “I don’t mind. I like the way you look at me.” I’d like it even better if you touched me, so seize that brass ring, woman. I’ll catch you . But he kept that thought to himself. He could only give her so much control and she had to take the rest. Reclaim her power and wield it.
    He was more than willing to let her wield it over him.
    “Lieutenant….”
    “Seriously? My name is Brody.” He gave her a stern look. “I’m right here, Shannon. You can do what you want. You don’t have to do anything but make sketches. You’re the one in control.”
    “But doesn’t that take away your ability to choose?” She swayed away from him and then back, each motion inching her closer to him.
    “Only if I didn’t want to give that power to you.” He sighed. Maybe he was going about it the wrong way. Maybe it wasn’t enough to tell her she had the power, to encourage her to take it, but showing her might scare her more. “Look at me, Shannon. Look at all of me.”
    He watched her eyes dip, the heat of her gaze scorching his skin. She fixated on his chest. Her expression betrayed the struggle against looking lower, but she won and her audible inhale encouraged him. She circled until she stood less than a foot away, staring at his fully engorged dick. Swollen to the point of discomfort, he didn’t think it could be any clearer that he was all in.
    Her hand eased forward and Brody forced every muscle to rigid stillness. His cock jerked in anticipation of the first brush of air preceding her fingers. She drew one over the tip and it beaded with pre-cum. His body didn’t give a damn about his good intentions.
    You can do this, Shannon. Trust me. You can do this . The thoughts filled with encouragement barely drowned out the roar of need racing through his blood. It was a hell of a good thing he was there and not Matt. The younger Marine wouldn’t have had it in him to take care of her. Brody ignored the irrational flare of jealousy thinking about the kid being there instead of him.
    Matt wasn’t. Brody was. End of story.
    “I want to do more, but I am not even sure how to start, so….” Her hesitation tightened the pressure on his scrotum, but he waited patiently while her finger stroked the line of his cock to the base and up again.
    “Help me.” The quaver in her voice didn’t sound like an order. She sucked in a noisy breath then exhaled roughly. “Show me how to do this, Marine. Take my clothes off and show me how to touch you.”
    Now, that was an order.
    Hallelujah .
     
     
    Shannon’s body pulsed with arousal, fear, uncertainty, and a desperate longing she could barely identify. She’d run away from intimate situations before, fled from them as though the devil himself rode at her heels. She’d signed up for a recovery class, attended therapy sessions, and read dozens of books on the subject. She’d even allowed two artist friends to try and make love to her, but their touch left her cold, alone, and uncomfortable. But not Brody.
    God, not Brody.
    He touched her with his gaze in a way that seemed to caress her soul—from that first moment in the club when he reacted to the music, to the approval in his eyes when she’d told him to strip. He reacted to her, but he didn’t treat her like a victim.
    The rational part of her mind acknowledged that he was seducing her. Surrender and seduction weren’t mutually exclusive, but the challenge of having this strong man surrender to her will was overwhelming. She could do what she wanted to do, but beyond studying his beautifully sculpted body and the fervent desire to lick him up one side and down the other, she didn’t know what to do.
    Worse, she didn’t know how to communicate that need. Rational thought dissolved with the need to take what the man in front of her was offering. If she knew how, she’d already be wrapping her body around him and begging him to