Marrying the Marine-epub by Sabrina McAfee Page A

will.”
    He hefted his glass to the air. “I’d like to make a toast.”
    “Go ahead,” she said, holding her glass in front of her face. 
    “To friendship.” Friends? Is that all we are? He continued. “As we become better acquainted, may our friendship continue to grow stronger.” Their glasses clinked.  What about becoming serious? Or perhaps lovers? she halfway wanted to ask, but didn’t. 
    As she looked across the table at him her heart swelled. What a nice friend I have. “Nice toast.” Sipping the wine, the immense sweet flavor bubbled on her tongue. 
    “Nice lady.” Retrieving his cell, he thumbed over the screen, hit a button, then lowered it to the table in front of the burning red candle. Smooth sounds of whimsical jazz infiltrated her ears.  
    The conversation between them flowed easy and free during dinner. She carved a chunk of lobster out of the shell. “What’s the name of this song?”
    “A Mid Autumn Night’s Dream.” Holding the fork to his mouth, he bit into the shrimp.
    “Perfect title for an evening like this.” The warm lobster lay on her tongue and she savored the juicy, tender meat.  
    “Yes it is. I have my own autumn night dream that I’m hoping to fulfill by the time this evening is over.”
    “And what’s that?” She wondered what her expression looked like to him.
    He extended his arm across the table and took her hand. “I want to make love to you.” Desire rushed through her body.
    Her tingly nipples balled up. “I’d like that.” Should I tell him I’m a virgin? No. The conversation alone may ruin the mood.
    His hazel eyes flickered like a Christmas tree at her agreement. Braylon wiped his mouth, pushed back his chair, and stood.  His figure towered her as he reached down for her hand, gesturing her to stand. He draped an arm around her waist, drew her to him. “Let’s dance.”
    When she palmed his shoulder, he grabbed her free hand and leveled their clenching hands to her shoulder. Their bodies swayed sensually beneath the oak to the jazz overture in the background. Her breasts up against his muscular pectoris felt like heaven.
    As they danced she cradled her head to his chest, absorbing the breathtaking view of the fierce torches burning in the distance. She closed her eyes and let herself sink into the hard contours of his body. His penis grinding against her abdomen turned to steel. Uh oh. He’s ready for me. 
    He stopped swaying, cupped her neck. “I’m ready to make love to you,” he groaned, a deep longing for sex glittering in his eyes.
    She swallowed. Heat shot through her veins like slick lava. Her vagina clenched then dripped fluid into her panties. I’m melting. “I’m ready, too.”
    He yanked her off her feet and walked across the lawn toward the guest cottage. “I couldn’t think of a better dessert.” He dipped his head then placed a burning kiss on her lips.
    I’m his dessert. Oh my, my my.  She’d never engaged in sexual intercourse to the point of penetration before. She prayed to God that she didn’t disappoint him.
    Her head fit perfectly in the hollow between his shoulder and neck as he carried her through the sparkly orange torches. The warmth of his arms was so male, so bracing. His woody masculine scent tantalized her.
    He pushed open the door of the cottage, stepped over the threshold, kicked the door closed behind him, then headed straight to the master bedroom.
    Coming to a stop at the foot of the bed, he lowered her to her feet. With a finger to her chin, he palmed the back of her head. “I can’t wait to be inside of you.” He trailed a gentle finger over her lips.
    His penis feels so heavy on my stomach. Good gracious, he’s going to split me wide open. She swallowed the insecurity bubbling at the base of her throat.
    His seductive gaze slid downward to her breasts, then his mouth covered hers hungrily. The caress of his lips gliding over hers set her aflame. He began to tenderly massage her