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

thighs with a knee, and then plunging inside.
    She nearly fell apart right then and there. The heat and strength of him filled every soft, wet inch of her. He pulled out and slid in again, creating a friction that took her so high her breath shivered. He kept the tempo slow and even, taking her to the brink and then pulling her back until she groaned and writhed beneath him.
    “Now, High Heels, don’t you think you’re being a little impatient? I don’t know about you, but I waited nine years for this do-over.”
    So had she. Sort of. She might not have put it into words, but now that she was getting a second chance, she should be enjoying it.
    She shoved at his shoulder at the same time that she used her thigh to knock him off-balance. He tumbled to his side and she rolled on top of him. If he was only hers for tonight, she was doing all the things she should have done nine years ago. Before he could protest, she put her mouth on his, kissing him deeply, wantonly. He stilled beneath her, then his hands came up to her back, caressing, kneading.
    She ran her lips along his jaw, enjoying the tickling sensation of his day-old stubble, then drew them down his neck, across his collarbone, to his chest. She intended to lick or taste every inch of him, but when she ran her tongue along his nipple, he sucked in a breath and reversed their positions again.
    This time, he pounded into her. No more slow and even, or fun and games. Her twenty seconds of touching him seemed to have let something loose inside of him and he roared to life, taking her higher and further, harder and faster until she shattered. Her orgasm tore through her, pulling a scream from deep inside her.
    He plunged in again. And again. And again. Restarting the heat, building the momentum until she came a second time. Then he pushed in harder and faster until he shuddered.
    He fell on top of her, nestling his face in her neck. She still tingled, still shuddered, still wanted to feel him against her.
    Reality finally caught up with her. What was she doing?
    What had she done ?
    She squeezed her eyes shut, remembering the wanton way she’d kissed him, the way she’d wanted to taste every inch of him, and the way he hadn’t held back. As he’d said, he’d let the lust rule.
    And her bedroom—the entire world—became silent.
    She knew why they hadn’t resisted temptation. They were hot for each other. But now reality was back.
    …
    His head on the soft, Ellie-scented pillow, Finn ran his fingers though his already messed-up hair. Confusion raced through his brain, competing with the warm, mellow afterglow of sex.
    He shouldn’t have been surprised that he’d come to the person who’d consoled him the last time he’d stood up to his dad. He might have won this round, tossing the old man out of his business instead of getting tossed out of the family home, but he’d been so angry he couldn’t work. And what had he done? Found Ellie.
    Waited for Ellie.
    He’d only intended to joke around, get himself into a better mood, but then he’d somehow insulted her and they’d gone into her house. Though she’d argued with him, her big brown eyes had gotten that sexy, shiny look that told him she found him as attractive as he found her, and everything kind of got away from him.
    But she’d been right there with him. She’d wanted him as much as he’d wanted her.
    “I’m not going to apologize.”
    She put her arm over her eyes. “Oh, Lord, please don’t.”
    “It’s just that sometimes when you get sassy with me, it turns me on.”
    She didn’t say anything.
    The need to explain climbed up from his gut and lodged in his chest. There couldn’t really be anything between them. She was, after all, the competition. But he’d been in a state when he pulled his bike into her driveway, and she should know he hadn’t intended to seduce her—or be seduced. He’d just wanted to talk. “I actually came over here hoping you could make me laugh.”
    She sat up.