while she watched. Slowly, too slowly, he slid back onto the bed, his body covering hers as his legs nudged hers apart to create a place for him. Nothing about him was small, and she had no doubts about the strength or his skill. A big, bad, dangerous man and all hers.
The thought sparked a second, and she ran her hands up his chest as he braced himself with one arm on either side of her. “You can be on top,” he told her suddenly. The offer pulled her inside out. Always thinking about her, making sure she felt safe, confident, and not afraid.
She shook her head because she didn’t have the words to express all the feelings tangling together in her mind. Here—with him—she was home. Connected. “I’m right where I want to be.”
“So am I.” The words were a benediction. He lined his cock up, then pressed in hard. No teasing, no play—just Brody, pushing his body into hers in one long, continuous thrust. It had been over a year for both of them, and he filled her, stretching her to match him. She wrapped her legs around him, battling her body’s aches to meet him, hold him to her.
He didn’t stop moving; however, he found a rhythm that seemed as natural as breathing, every stroke bringing him closer to her, and then his mouth caught hers, and he stole her breath. Fisting his hands in her hair, he kept her head where he wanted it and plundered, his tongue matching his cock’s thrusting motion.
Pinned by his delicious weight, she fought to pull him even closer, and still he didn’t stop kissing her—or maybe it was she who couldn’t stop tasting him. She couldn’t get enough, couldn’t stand any distance. Her breasts were crushed to his chest, and every glide of their movement sent wave upon wave of delicious friction. Twisting his hips, he caught her leg and lifted it higher, then he went deep, every thrust catching her clit and deeper still, as though he were pounding himself into her very pores.
Maybe he was, and she held on as the tension in her coiled so tightly, a spring ready to snap, then her orgasm smashed through her. She screamed his name. His shout joined hers, and the glorious tension threaded his body, turning him to solid steel against her until he drove in once more and stilled.
Tangled together, he began to relax, and he nuzzled her mouth gently as his muscles loosened. Settling, he pressed his face to her throat. She floated there, drifting on a current of peace she hadn’t experienced in far too long.
“Welcome home,” she whispered, and he answered with a gentle kiss. Her Brody was home. Everything would be all right. She could stand anything life threw at her.
She had her Marine.
Chapter Six
Brody returned to the bedroom with the beer and a full box of pizza. Shannon lifted her head from the pillow and stared at him. Humor curved her lips, and her laughter was a balm for the soul.
Pretending an affront, he paused and raised his eyebrows. “Something wrong with the pizza you ordered ?”
“Midnight snack in bed served by a gorgeous man?” She dragged herself up to a sitting position, absolutely unabashed by her own nudity. “Not a damn thing.”
Soft, tousled and smiling was how she should always look. Chuckling, he set the pizza box on the bed and the beer on the nightstand along with the water bottles. “Do you have a preference?” He motioned to the drinks.
“They gave me sedatives.” She pointed to a prescription bottle. “I don’t think I should drink and have those, too.”
Picking up the bottle, he scrutinized the label. “Have you had any today?”
“No. I took them after they brought me back here the first night. I didn’t like how they made me feel.” After opening the box, she selected a slice and balanced it with two hands. It wasn’t remotely warm anymore, but his mouth watered all the same. With a toss, he sent the bottle of sedatives to land in the trashcan on the far side of the room. The rattle echoed loudly.
“Want a
The thought sparked a second, and she ran her hands up his chest as he braced himself with one arm on either side of her. “You can be on top,” he told her suddenly. The offer pulled her inside out. Always thinking about her, making sure she felt safe, confident, and not afraid.
She shook her head because she didn’t have the words to express all the feelings tangling together in her mind. Here—with him—she was home. Connected. “I’m right where I want to be.”
“So am I.” The words were a benediction. He lined his cock up, then pressed in hard. No teasing, no play—just Brody, pushing his body into hers in one long, continuous thrust. It had been over a year for both of them, and he filled her, stretching her to match him. She wrapped her legs around him, battling her body’s aches to meet him, hold him to her.
He didn’t stop moving; however, he found a rhythm that seemed as natural as breathing, every stroke bringing him closer to her, and then his mouth caught hers, and he stole her breath. Fisting his hands in her hair, he kept her head where he wanted it and plundered, his tongue matching his cock’s thrusting motion.
Pinned by his delicious weight, she fought to pull him even closer, and still he didn’t stop kissing her—or maybe it was she who couldn’t stop tasting him. She couldn’t get enough, couldn’t stand any distance. Her breasts were crushed to his chest, and every glide of their movement sent wave upon wave of delicious friction. Twisting his hips, he caught her leg and lifted it higher, then he went deep, every thrust catching her clit and deeper still, as though he were pounding himself into her very pores.
Maybe he was, and she held on as the tension in her coiled so tightly, a spring ready to snap, then her orgasm smashed through her. She screamed his name. His shout joined hers, and the glorious tension threaded his body, turning him to solid steel against her until he drove in once more and stilled.
Tangled together, he began to relax, and he nuzzled her mouth gently as his muscles loosened. Settling, he pressed his face to her throat. She floated there, drifting on a current of peace she hadn’t experienced in far too long.
“Welcome home,” she whispered, and he answered with a gentle kiss. Her Brody was home. Everything would be all right. She could stand anything life threw at her.
She had her Marine.
Chapter Six
Brody returned to the bedroom with the beer and a full box of pizza. Shannon lifted her head from the pillow and stared at him. Humor curved her lips, and her laughter was a balm for the soul.
Pretending an affront, he paused and raised his eyebrows. “Something wrong with the pizza you ordered ?”
“Midnight snack in bed served by a gorgeous man?” She dragged herself up to a sitting position, absolutely unabashed by her own nudity. “Not a damn thing.”
Soft, tousled and smiling was how she should always look. Chuckling, he set the pizza box on the bed and the beer on the nightstand along with the water bottles. “Do you have a preference?” He motioned to the drinks.
“They gave me sedatives.” She pointed to a prescription bottle. “I don’t think I should drink and have those, too.”
Picking up the bottle, he scrutinized the label. “Have you had any today?”
“No. I took them after they brought me back here the first night. I didn’t like how they made me feel.” After opening the box, she selected a slice and balanced it with two hands. It wasn’t remotely warm anymore, but his mouth watered all the same. With a toss, he sent the bottle of sedatives to land in the trashcan on the far side of the room. The rattle echoed loudly.
“Want a
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