Bad Boy Romance: Bad Marine (Bad Boy Military Romance) (Alpha Bad Boy New Adult Contemporary Male Stories) by GP Joyner Page B

into sexual desire, though nonetheless acutely aware of the fact that something was troubling her exquisite lover. Something deep and dark was on his mind, regardless of whether or not she knew what that thing might be, or whether there was any way at all for her to fix it. But then again, maybe it wasn't her job to fix it, as she often had to remind herself when he became like this, because it made her feel so damn helpless.
    Sometimes, she concluded, fixing things wasn't her job so much as it was to help him forget them. Sometimes that was all a person needed- or not really, who knew? Perhaps it would be more accurate to say, sometimes that was all a person could do for another person. Help them forget...
    She sat up in bed, stretching like a cat in the sun to relieve the tension in her limbs, and then stood up just as silently as a feline, and stepped across the room to where Terry stood brooding, attempting not to frighten him as she put a hand on his shoulder, but knowing that she likely would anyway.
    Sure enough, he started, his eyes wide, then shut, letting out a deep sigh of relief.
    “God, babe... I thought you were asleep.”
    “I was... But I could tell you were gone from beside me, and it shook me awake. What's the matter?”
    He smiled at her, thinking as always how disproportionately lucky he was compared to the rest of the world. Hell, a person should have to pay taxes on such an unfair monopoly of luck. But he didn't want to talk right now. Not even to the woman he loved, who could make just about anything better. Not to anyone at all.
    “It's... It's just... One of my things... Personal, I guess... It's nothing you should worry yourself over.”
    She frowned at him, having expected this response, used to it as she was, but still never seeming quite ready for it when it came.
    “You know you can talk to me about anything,” she said softly, and placed the palm of a hand on his chest, letting her fingers sway along the planes of his body, her touch an almost immediate sedative. “And that I would do anything in the world to make it better...”
    “I know,” he said, with a smile so intense that the act itself warmed up his soul. But then he averted his eyes from her, trading her image for that of the ever tantalizing full moon. “It's... It's just... One of those things... I, um... I think it's something that I have to figure out on my own.”
    Again, she had expected this, and she knew it was her cue to let it drop. “I understand,” she said, only ever partially true, but the only thing left to be said once that particular wall was reached. And then she added, “But... But maybe I can help you forget for a while...”
    He smiled even more widely this time, returning to her cherubic face, and letting the return of her visage tear him away from his angst. “I'm quite certain you could...”
    “Would you like me to?” she asked softly.
    “I think I might like that,” was his response. And he leaned down to her, and the two of them pressed their lips together. Her taste was precisely the medicine he needed, sweet and delectable, a nectar without parallel or comparison, the one and only thing he thought could be strong enough to save him from this interminable night.
    Their lips melted together, dissolving into a precious alloy that was more valuable than any material substance in existence. He put his hands on her waist, pulling her heated body into him, and savoring the warmth of her as the two of them kissed. She, in turn, wrapped her arms around his neck, allowing herself to become lost in his embrace, which the two of them promptly did.
    Their tongues danced and slid and lapped one another up, swirling and licking and tasting, devouring one another as a means of shooing away the darkness, a feat they accomplished with a startling success. Victoria whimpered, and to Terry it was like the sweetest symphony of sound ever to grace his ears. It caused him to pull her even deeper into himself, to