The Marine's E-Mail Order Bride (Heroes of Chance Creek Book 3) by Cora Seton Page A

call us just as we get to the good part.” Zane groaned as Storm wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a deep kiss.
    “We’ll just have to be fast then.”
    “How fast?” The thought of a quickie turned him on. Although he hoped it would be followed by a long, slow session of lovemaking. If he knew Storm better he’d put some moves on her that would knock her socks off, but he didn’t want to risk scaring her away.
    She moved to lock the door. “I doubt you can be fast enough to suit me. You men are all alike with your need for long, drawn-out foreplay.” She peeped at him mischievously over her shoulder.
    So much for worrying about scaring her. Zane tugged her back to him, spun her around, bent her over the bed and yanked her skirt up to expose her bottom. He hooked his thumbs in the band of her panties. “This fast enough?”
    “So far, so good, but you’re a little overdressed, sailor.” Storm was laughing, but as he slipped them off, parted her legs and unbuckled his belt, her breathing went ragged.
    Zane’s wasn’t any steadier. He was taken aback by how right this felt as he shucked off his jeans and boxers. He’d only met Storm in person yesterday, but he felt like he’d known her for far longer. The fact they were married only served to rev him up further. Her body enticed him and her personality intrigued him. With his hands on her, he felt like he could do no wrong. She moved so easily with him, as if anticipating what he meant to do. Right now the sight of her bent form, her skirt around her waist, her legs wide, inviting him in, snared him in bonds of want and need he knew he’d never be able to shake.
    He reached for a condom from the drawer in the bedside table, slipped one on, gripped her hips, positioned himself between her legs and let himself nudge against her. She immediately pressed backward, urging him inside, needing no foreplay to be ready for him. He’d never been with a woman who made it all seem so easy. There were no hang-ups with Storm. Her needs and his matched perfectly. When Zane reached around her waist to dip a hand between her legs, and began to swirl his fingers, she moaned with pleasure.
    “Is that good?”
    “That’s so good.”
    “Honey, you can’t imagine how good I feel right now.” He pressed into her an inch at a time, allowing both of them to anticipate what was to come. When he was fully inside her, he pulled out and pressed in again. Storm strained back against him, begging with her body for more. As he increased his pace, reveling in the sweet friction between them, her muscles began to tremble. One hand skimming up to cup a breast, the other rubbing her sex, he could feel her heart racing and her breath quickening until he knew she was close.
    “Zane—”
    He responded to her urgings, thrusting inside her until he pushed her over the edge of ecstasy. Her breathy cries sounded just as he grunted his release and they came together, pulses of raw pleasure pounding through his veins until Zane’s head swum and he fought to keep his balance.
    When it was over Storm collapsed forward, resting her elbows on the bed with her head in her hands until Zane pulled out of her and helped her up. “You are the sexiest woman alive.”
    She turned in his arms. “I can’t believe how good you make me feel.”
    “Zane? We’ve got company!” Mason shouted up the stairs from the floor below.
    Zane chuckled. “What did I tell you?” He turned to shout back, “We’ll be down in a minute.”
    “Now!”
    Zane frowned. “Sounds like there’s trouble.” He kissed Storm absently, then grabbed his clothes and headed for the bathroom. By the time he came out again Storm had gathered her things and was waiting for her turn. “I’ll be back in a flash,” he told her.
    “I’m looking forward to it.”
    There was no way she could leave when her six weeks were up, Storm decided as she hurriedly cleaned up and got dressed. No one had ever made her