One Night of Pleasure: Military Romance Featuring a Sexy Navy Hero (Take a Chance Book 5) by Caridad Pineiro Read Free Book Online

body clenched all around him.
    But as good as it felt, he wanted more for her and for him.
    He eased her down to the couch so he could drive into her again and again, drawing her up into another intense release.  The friction of her pussy all around him adding almost incredible pleasure to his every thrust until he fell over the edge with her, emptying himself inside her.  Grinding deep into her so that he could feel every bit of her all around him and beneath him.
    As some bit of calm returned, he leaned a hand on the couch and gently lowered himself against her.  He kissed her and stroked her face, tenderness in every brush of his lips and the caress of his hands because he wanted her to know how special this had been.  How special she was to him, because he couldn’t find the words at that moment.
    They lay entwined, savoring the aftershocks of pleasure until he had no choice but to pull out.  But as he did so and sat up, reality slapped him in the face.
    “Shit,” he muttered and reached for a tissue.
    She rose lazily, still seemingly spent from their passion and said, “What’s wrong?”
    “The rubber broke,” he replied.

Chapter 7
    His words drove away the last remnants of the sexual lethargy she had been savoring.
    Jerking closed the robe, she stared at the shredded remains of their protection.  “Shit.  Shit.  Shit,” she said, echoing his earlier comment.
    He used the tissue to clean away the evidence and tried to reassure her.  “It’s okay, Bridget.  I’m clean.  There’s nothing to worry about.”
    There was shitloads to worry about , she thought.  Raising her hands, she stopped him as he offered up yet more comforting words.  “It’s not okay, Mark.  I don’t normally do this kind of thing, so I’m not on the pill or anything.”
    He nodded, looked away, and drew in a long breath.  After a protracted pause, he exhaled sharply and faced her.  “Trust me when I say it’s not a problem.”
    His words did little to calm her as her brain began a countdown of her last period and tale after tale of unplanned babies roared through her head when she realized that she was at a bad time in her cycle.  A very fertile time.
    “How can you say it’s not a problem?” she pressed and hated the growing note of panic in her voice.  She was a modern woman after all and had handled far worse than a possible unplanned pregnancy.
    He slapped his hands on his thighs and bolted to his feet.  “I need a drink first.  How about you?”
    She wasn’t much of a drinker, but right now she needed something to drive away the nervous jitters.  “Whatever you’re having.”
    He stalked off to one side of the built-ins around the fireplace where there was a wet bar and several bottles.  The clink of ice and glasses sounded in the night and she took a moment to pull the robe up to her neck and tighten the belt around her.
    When he returned, he handed her a glass with an inch or so of amber liquid.  She took the glass with both hands and sipped the liquor.  It had a sharp taste, but went down smooth and warm.
    Mark sat at the opposite side of the couch and examined her warily.  There was a tired and haunted look in his eyes, much like she had seen earlier that night.  He took a big gulp of the liquor and winced at its bite, then shakily set the glass down on the coffee table beside the couch.
    He had wrapped the robe around himself as well and repeated the earlier nervous gesture, rubbing his hands along his thighs.
    She pressed him.  “Why isn’t it a problem?  Would you do the right thing by me if something happened?”
    “I would, but you don’t have to worry about that because . . .” He stopped short and looked away again.  A second later he blurted out, “I’m sterile.”
    “What?  Sterile as in – ”
    “I’m shooting blanks or so the doctors tell me,” he said roughly, snared his glass and took another big gulp.
    She pondered the statement that was so at odds with everything