The Marine Cowboy(8)
The thought had occurred to her when she parked up at the MGR. She didn’t know the layout that well and the smaller roads that twisted and turned on the ranch confused her. Walking down seemed simpler, and she had no reason to be embarrassed about her attraction to the man sitting across from her.
Hell, her only regret at the moment was they weren’t already naked. Her body hummed with anticipation and had since she realized he had to be the man Madame Eve set her up with.
“Nope. You?” She watched him, looking for a reaction, a tell that might suggest he had something to hide.
“I don’t mind one bit. But I do have two questions, and I’d like honest answers, before this goes any further.” His expression remained serious.
“All right.” She sat up, posture straightening and clasped her hands around the bottle.
“How long have you been divorced?” He didn’t move, but the steadiness of his gaze told her he wouldn’t miss a nuance of her answer.
“Eight months, four days, ten hours and maybe fifteen minutes.” Not that she counted. But every day she’d remained married to the sleaze after learning the truth, a little piece of her soul died. The final papers cut the jesses tying her to that crumbling lie. Thank God.
A.J. nodded slowly, lifting his bottle and watching her as he took a long swallow. “Are you still in love with him?”
She frowned, even the thought was distasteful. “No.”
“Good.” He leaned back again, still watching her. Every glance warmed her skin like a physical caress.
“Why?” Where is he going with this? Adultery was definitely a trigger for her—so maybe it was the same for him.
“Because I don’t poach and I don’t share.” A smile curled up one corner of his firm mouth. “And tonight, I plan to kiss every inch of your body, find out what makes your nipples tight, and just how many orgasms I can tease from between your thighs. If I do my job right, you won’t remember his name tomorrow.”
Her stomach flip-flopped. Lust swarmed through her like an invading army. She moistened her lips, her mouth dry and her heart pounding. “Do we have to wait for tonight?”
Chapter Four
Wrapping his arms around her middle, he lifted her up out of the chair. His lips were on hers before the final syllable of the question ended. The slow burn in his blood, ignited the first time he’d seen her, roared full force. Their mouths fused and his tongue darted between her lips, lapping up the simple taste of her, sweeter than candy. Her knees hitched around his hips, and she twined her arms around his neck. His hat fell as her fingers thrust into his hair and bounced down to rest in the chair he abandoned.
He didn’t release her mouth, enjoying the tentative stroke of her cherry-flavored lips. She didn’t remain passive under the assault, thank God. Fisting her fingers in his hair, she tugged his head and slanted the kiss. He crossed into the cabin and caught the door with his heel to shut it. Against her, his body turned into a hard, hot wall of need. His cock stiffened painfully behind his zipper, begging for release.
A low moan vibrated in her throat, and he chuckled at the sound of raw desire that matched his own. At the edge of the bed, he stroked his hands down her back to cup her bottom. Her gasp jerked her head back. Her eyes were wild with the fever, the sweet, brown-eyed girl transformed into the luscious, hungry lover.
He traced the column of her throat with a series of open-mouthed kisses, lapping at the thundering pulse point. Massaging the roundness of her ass, he loved how the curves filled his hands, soft, and responsive. Like the first strong winds of spring, she pushed away the cold loneliness he barely noticed anymore. Alive and wild in his arms, she drove away any thought of taking it slow, getting to know her, and easing into sex.
When she pulled at his shirt, he swept up and caught her mouth again before she could do more than suck in a breath of air. The urge to strip her naked, slide down her body and lick every part of her until she begged to come rolled through him like an unrelenting storm. These were the moments he fought for in the service—the freedom to be where he wanted, when he wanted, and by God, be with who he wanted.
“A.J…..” His name rode past her lips on a soft moan and she peppered kisses across his jaw. Her teeth grazed the soft spot behind his ear and a low groan vibrated his throat. He lowered her onto the bed. With another teasing brush of her lips, she sucked on his lobe, and a rush of pleasure stole through him. He pulled free, staring at her tousled hair, dilated eyes and sweet mouth, swollen from his kiss.
“I’m right here, darling.” He went for the buttons on his shirt, stripping down because he wanted no more interruptions. Her hot gaze scorched his skin, and dammit, he should have gotten her naked first. He toed off his boots, pulled out the condoms from his back pocket and grinned at her wide-eyed stare as he dropped three on the bed. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I have plenty more in the truck.”