Her Summer with the Marine: A Donovan Brothers Novel (Entangled Bliss) by Susan Meier

like you in undies and high heels. In fact, I might start calling you High Heels just to keep the memory alive.”
    Oh, Lord. Seriously. They had to stop. “There isn’t going to be a memory.”
    “Oh, High Heels, that just sounds like a challenge.” With that he scooped her up and carried her down the hall. Before she could protest, he put his mouth on hers again. Deep, wet kisses took them to the door of her bedroom. He laid her on the satin bedspread she’d chosen in eleventh grade and crawled on top of her, bringing his mouth back to hers while his hands worked her bra.
    Here was another point where she could say stop. She knew it. And she suspected he knew it. But she ran her hands down his bare back, and holy crap, did he feel good. Smooth skin. Corded muscles.
    Nemesis or not, this felt right. Wonderful. It was the chance she’d always wanted for a do-over on their one and only time together. Instead of arguing with herself or waiting to find the perfect place to end it, maybe she should just take it?
    With one quick push on his shoulder, she tumbled him to his back. Before he could react, she straddled him. With her bra gone and her panties saturated with her need, she felt bold, wanton. Perfect.
    She started working the catch of his jeans.
    He blinked. “What’s this?”
    “This is just a little taste of grown-up Ellie.”
    “Grown-up Ellie?”
    “You think I stayed the same in nine years? That I didn’t get a little experience?”
    She skimmed her fingers down his smooth, muscular chest, then bent down, kissed his mouth, and ran her hands from his pecs to his navel. She brought them back up again, luxuriating in the texture of his skin. When she reached his shoulders, she leaned down and brushed her breasts against the stubble on his chin.
    She was right. It felt crazy good. Sinfully wonderful.
    He caught her arms and flipped her, turning the tables again.
    She blinked. “How am I going to show you what I’ve learned?”
    “I don’t want to know what you’ve learned. This isn’t chemistry.” He frowned. “Maybe it is. But that’s actually my point. Forget about technique, and let’s just let the lust rule.”
    A rush of sizzling tingles scurried through her. She had to swallow before she could say, “Then you’re going to have to get rid of those jeans.”
    He nipped her lips. “And you’re going to have to get rid of those undies.” But he bent, rolled his tongue along the soft flesh of her breast and captured her nipple.
    She groaned at the molten heat that ignited her blood. He put his hands behind her back, lifting her chest as if presenting her for his feasting pleasure. He nipped and sucked, rolling her nipple around his mouth until she thought she’d die from the pleasure, then he started on the other nipple.
    She moaned and he pulled his hands from behind her back, though his mouth never left her straining nipple. She heard the soft swish of the zipper on his jeans. He released her breast, rolled to the side, and kicked them off. She did as he’d instructed and tossed her black panties across the room. When he rolled back to her, his erection pressed against her thigh.
    Just when she might have had a second thought about what they were doing, he slid his hand to her stomach and down to her thighs. She didn’t for one second think he’d forgotten his way or miscalculated. He was soothing her, preparing her, because in the next second, his fingers were on her sensitive nub. The heat that had been ratcheting through her became a crackle of electricity that exploded in her middle.
    From there, everything got crazy. He slid his fingers inside her and she reached for his erection. She’d have given every cent she had to be able to put her mouth on him, but the ache inside her knew there wasn’t time. He slipped away, pulled his wallet from his jeans pocket, and got a condom.
    When he returned to her, she arched and he pinned her shoulders to the bed, rising above her, opening her