Her Sexy Marine Valentine(17)

"That's nice of you to say." Mari smiled. "And I do miss you and  Harold. But your son actually did me a huge favor. If I was still with  Gary, I would have never met Brody." She nodded toward the man holding  her close. Those words were true, as well. The heat from Brody's body  poured strength into her. With him at her side, she felt invincible.  "Brody, if you haven't guessed yet, this is Gary's mother, Helen."

Brody reached out his right hand and said, "It's great to meet you, ma'am."

Helen's eyes widened and she smiled. "Oh, my, you are a handsome one,  and I'd hazard military with those muscles and that haircut."

"Marine, ma'am, Lieutenant Brody Williams, and thank you for the kind words."

"It's deserved. My, my. Mari, you've done well for yourself. And that  voice, so low and husky. You are a dreamboat, Lieutenant."

Mari chuckled and so did Brody. "As I told you..." The older woman's  eyebrow shot up. "His father and I aren't exactly ecstatic about his  choices of late. He was silly to let you get away."

"I couldn't agree more," Brody put in. "But I have to admit I'm  grateful. My time with Mari has been some of the best in my life. She's  helped me figure out a lot of things and made my world a better place to  be." When he glanced down at her, her heart caught in her throat. He'd  meant those words. She could tell from the sincerity in his eyes.

"You're bright as well as handsome. Smart enough to grab our Mari up.  She's a superb young woman, and she's going places. I've always said  that."

"Don't I know it," Brody said as he kissed her hair. "She's special."

She glanced up at him and he gave her a look that made her believe the words yet again. Her desire for him skyrocketed.

No. He's playing a role. And he's really, really good at it. That was it. All the goodness and better-world stuff was an act.

Do not fall for this. He's your friend who you have awesome sex with, and that's it.

Then he kissed her lightly on the lips. Every nerve ending in her body  tingled. Too late, she was under the spell that was Brody Williams. The  man's lips were dangerous. His hand slipped down to her hip, and it was  all she could do not to crawl onto him right there in the middle of the  party and wrap her legs around him. She'd done it so many times in the  last week. They'd worked hard on the house, but they'd played hard every  night, and still she wanted more. He'd touch her, or smile, and just  like that, her body ached with the need for him.                       
       
           



       

Like it did right now in the middle of this party.

Yep, she had it bad.

"Yes, Mari, you've done quite well for yourself." She barely heard the  woman. Her attention was focused on Brody. When he favored her with one  of his crooked smiles, her knees almost gave out.

"You kids have fun," Helen said as she sauntered away, giving them a knowing smile.

"I can't wait eleven more minutes," Brody said into her ear. "I need to have you now."

"Well, look who is here." Michael, one of Gary's business partners,  walked up to them. He'd always been nice to her, and was one of the  people who called to check on her after the breakup.

"Hey, Michael," she said, stepping out of Brody's arms to hug the other man.

Michael hugged her back and then held her out at arm's length.

"You look to die for. I could eat you up, Mari. You are delicious."

She thought she heard a growl. Brody was playing the possessive male to the hilt, and she was falling hard for it.

It was a huge turn-on to be wanted. And she had no doubt Brody wanted  her-at least sexually. And for now, she was fine with that.

"This is Lieutenant Brody Williams," she said, introducing him to Michael. They shook hands. He slipped his arm around her.

"So, Mari, I have some folks who are looking for an interior designer. I  wanted to send them over to you, but I wasn't sure after, uh,  everything that happened you'd want to still do business with us."

Mari shrugged. "I don't see why not?" Michael was an architect at Gary's firm and handled most of the high-end clients.

"Excellent. Maybe we could meet for lunch one day next week."

Brody's hand was on her back, propelling her away. "Text me on Monday," she called out to him as she and Brody moved away.

"That was business," she grumbled, but she didn't mean it. Her Marine had an intense gaze.

"He touched you," he growled again. "And he asked you out to lunch with me standing right there. I don't like it."

She laughed. "You're playing the possessive boyfriend really well."

"Mari, I'm not joking. I don't care how it makes me seem, I don't want  you spending time alone with that guy. He wants you in the worst way."

"Brody, don't be silly. I've been friends with him for a long time."

"Yep, and you're friends with me and in two minutes I will be inside you."

This time, she faltered. Her knees wobbled. "We can just leave," she whispered.

"No." He guided her through the throng of partygoers. "I can't wait that long."

"Hey, Mari." One of her old friends came up to talk to her, but all she could do was wave.

"No stopping," Brody said in her ear. "You have one minute before I  bend you over the table in the middle of this room and rip those panties  off in front of everyone."

Heat infused her body from head to toe. She was so aroused, ready. "Can we? Here?"

"We can," he said. The huskiness in his voice gave her power. He needed  her. When he glanced down at her with that look in his eyes, the one he  got right before he was about to possess her body and soul, she all but  climaxed then and there.

Someone else called out to her, but she didn't turn around. A new sense  of urgency filled her. She needed him, too. Once they were alone in the  hallway, he started opening doors. The second one on the right they  discovered was a guest bedroom. "This will do," he said, and she  followed. He shut the door behind them and didn't bother switching on a  light. It was pitch-black, but their mouths and hands found one another.  He hiked up her dress and pushed aside her panties.

She gasped. His long fingers slid into her slick heat, and his tongue  plundered her mouth. She unzipped him and stroked his shaft. "I want  this just as much as you do," she said, panting. When she squeezed him,  he hissed.

"Turn around and put your hands on the door."

She did as he'd asked. Next there was the sound of the condom packet  ripping. He paused, but only for a second. Then he entered her from  behind.                       
       
           



       

She quickly matched his pulse-pounding rhythm. She loved every pressing  thrust as he pistoned harder and harder. The growing feeling deep  inside her overtook her like a gathering storm that she couldn't outrun.  Here-with Brody-she didn't want to. Instead, she wanted everything he  could give her.

"Touch yourself," he said, as his fingers teased her nipples through her dress.

They'd done so many things together, but not that. He took one hand off  her breast to put her hand on her slick heat. Then he nipped her ear,  pressed kisses to her neck.

She wanted to giggle, to let loose all the emotion and happiness bubbling up within her.

Never in her life had she felt so elated. Touching herself like this  was something she'd only done alone, most recently to thoughts of what  Brody was doing to her now.

He pulled out, his tip poised at her opening. "You can do it," he mouthed next to her ear.

She worked her fingers slowly at first, but then quicker over her nub.  The sensation of him thrusting behind her and the friction of her touch  brought her to orgasm in seconds.

As he captured her cry with his mouth, he caressed her breasts, her  hips, her thighs, sending waves of pleasure from her core through every  inch of her. Still he claimed her, until her body quickened again. This  time they sped over the edge together, her bones melding into his as if  they were one. The only thing that kept her upright was him supporting  her.

"Mine," he said as he found his release. "You're mine, Mari." She'd  never felt so strong, knowing that meant he was hers in kind. It was  heady and wonderful. His body shuddered around her.

"And this is the guest room," a voice said from the other side of the door. Oh, no. Someone was about to find them.

She should have been mortified about the possibility, but she didn't  care. She was so happy, so fulfilled. She so, so didn't care.

Brody nuzzled her hair, gently let go of her and then righted himself.  She slipped her panties into place and smoothed down her dress. The  absurdity of the situation hit her as funny and she slapped a hand over  her mouth to stop from laughing out loud. The voices faded away and the  door remained shut.