Her Forbidden Marine (Hearts Ablaze: Men in Uniform Book 2) (6 page)

“You made it,” Jade said happily as Becky pushed open the front door to the apartment.  Music pounded through the air and people were gathered in the living room, spilling out onto the balcony, despite the cold night.  Some of Jade’s friends stood around a table full of appetizers and snacks, drinks in hand, while a few more danced in the center of the room.  Jade had pushed all of the furniture against the walls, attempting to provide more space for all the people she’d invited.  The place was already packed though, pulsing with life as Jade’s friends, coworkers, and neighbors filled the room.

“Drinks are in the kitchen,” Jade said.  “Matt, so glad you could come with Becky tonight.  Food’s over there,” she added, pointing across the living room.  “I’ll catch up with you in a few minutes,” she said to Becky, whirling around and dashing off to greet other guests.

Becky walked straight into the kitchen, not bothering to say hello to anyone she knew first.  Matt was hot on her heels, anger radiating off of him.  She pulled a beer from a cooler, spinning around as Matt gently plucked it from her hand.  “We need to talk,” he said, voice deep.

“I told you, this can’t happen.  Maybe you should just go.”

“I’m not leaving until we talk about what just happened.”

“What
just
happened?  Why didn’t you ever talk to me before?” she sputtered.  “I’ve known you for years, and you always acted like you couldn’t stand to be in the same room as me.  Now I’m just supposed to forget about that while you kiss me in the parking lot?  Just pretend everything’s okay?”

“I don’t know!” he angrily snapped, eyes blazing.

Tears welled in her eyes, as shock registered across her face.  She swallowed the lump in her throat. “Well, you don’t have to be such a jerk about it,” she said, the tremble in her voice betraying her as she turned away.

“Becky, wait,” he said, catching hold of her arm.

She stopped, trapped against the counter, as Matt stepped closer, his other hand coming to rest on her hip.  He was invading her space in the best way possible, and now that he was finally this close, she couldn’t stop the tremble coursing through her body.

“Just forget it,” she said, hastily wiping tears from her cheeks.

His lips brushed against her hair.  His large body was caging her in—she had no place to run, and at the same time, she’d never felt quite as safe as she did right now.  Why she simultaneously wanted to run from him in a full-blown sprint and throw herself into his arms was unnerving.  What was it about Matt that always got to her?

“I can’t forget it,” he said gruffly, as her heart pounded wildly in her chest.  “I think about you all day long.  All night,” he added, his voice deep and gravelly.

“You don’t even like me,” she protested.

“You’re wrong.  I like you more than I should….  I’ve always wanted you.”

He turned her around, the need hot in his brown eyes.  His thumb traced circles on her hip where his hand rested, sending hot shivers straight through her.  His other hand slipped in her hair, tangled in her tresses, and he tilted her head back, bending down slowly, gauging her reaction, until his hot mouth at last met hers.  He smelled of soap and his clean cologne.  All male.  All fantastic.  He kissed her softly at first before the heat began to grow between them, sparking something deep inside of her.  His tongue sought entrance to her mouth, thrusting in and out, and she clutched at his shirt, suddenly desperate for more contact.  His hard body pressed closer to her—all solid walls of muscle and male perfection.  She felt his arousal as he kissed her more deeply.  How was she supposed to concentrate on anything at all with his erection pushing against her belly?  She could feel him through the thin fabric of her dress and wanted nothing more to rub her aching center over his male hardness.  To feel him deep inside her as their bodies joined.

“We should go,” Matt said, looking fevered, as he broke their kiss.

“Where?” Becky asked breathlessly.

“Anywhere.  My place,” he decided.

“Okay,” she agreed shakily.  “Let’s go.”

Matt held her hand, lacing his fingers through her own as they rushed back the way they’d come moments ago.  Becky frantically glanced around for Jade, wanting to tell her goodbye, but was too lost in a haze of lust to spend much time worrying about it.  She’d call her tomorrow and explain.  They stepped out the front door, back into the cool night, and Matt helped her into his car, practically running around to the driver’s side before starting the engine.  “I only live about ten minutes away,” he said, his voice tight.

Becky nodded anxiously in the dark interior, and Matt’s large hand found her leg as she sat beside him.  His fingers trailed up her thigh, teasing her with a light caress as he maneuvered out of the parking lot and headed down the road.  She could feel arousal pooling at her center, dampening the lacy panties that she wore.  Her breathing grew ragged as he moved his fingers higher, just slipping them beneath the hemline of her dress.  “I want you so badly,” he said gruffly.  “I’ve always wanted you.”  Becky grabbed his hand to keep him from moving any farther beneath her dress while they were driving.  He continued lightly touching her inner thigh with his fingertips though, tracing small circles in her skin and driving her absolutely crazy with lust and desire.

After what felt like forever, they finally pulled into Matt’s apartment complex.  Becky got out of the car quickly, not bothering to wait for Matt’s help.  He pinned her against the vehicle, dropping his head down for another searing kiss as he ground his erection against her.  “Matt,” she gasped between kisses.  “I need you now.  Please.”

He pulled back and nodded, and she could see his erection straining against his pants.  Roughly, he grabbed her hand, tugging her toward his apartment.  He fumbled with his keys and then finally got the door open, closing it behind them and helping her out of her coat.  Without another word he bent and lifted her into his arms, carrying her down the hall to his bedroom.

“I want to taste you.”  His whisper caressed her ear, sending shivers down her spine.

“Yes,” she breathed, and in the next moment he was laying her down on his bed, his large hands pushing her dress up to her hips and sliding beneath the lacy fabric of her panties, gently pulling them down.  He knelt down before her, his broad shoulders edging her thighs further apart, so that she was completely open to him.  Becky trembled as she met his gaze—his eyes all dark danger and seduction.  Did she really want to surrender herself to Matt?  When surely it would lead to nothing more than this one amazing night together?  But oh, to feel his mouth upon her—surely it would be worth any regret she had in the morning.

Matt leaned closer and she held her breath, waiting for him to take her, to take all control.  This was a man who was used to being in charge.  He would unyieldingly claim her, make her beg for release.  She’d seen how he always acted around other women—so smug and arrogant, like he knew the effect he had on the opposite sex.  So she was surprised when he leaned forward and gently kissed her.  His lips were pressed softly against her center—against the very heart of her.  She gasped at the tenderness of the moment and then moaned when after two soft kisses he finally gave a gentle caress of his tongue.

This was Matt?  The big, tough, macho guy who’d never even liked her before?  It almost felt like he was surrendering to her—not the other way around. Matt was cherishing her.

He teased her softly with his tongue, taking his time delving through her folds and gently caressing her clit as he built her up.  She arched her hips up to meet him, desperate for more contact.  He slipped two large hands beneath her bottom, holding her closer to him as he devoured her.  She couldn’t move away as Matt pleasured her and helplessly whimpered and moaned as he gave her exactly what she needed.  He flicked his tongue lightly over her sensitive bundle of nerves, teasing her, and then finally sucked her clit into his mouth, using his lips and teeth to drive her wild.  She gasped as pleasure began to surge through her entire body, sending her higher and higher.  As his tongue caressed her again, she screamed out Matt’s name, lost to everything but him.

***

Matt pleasured her eagerly with his tongue, enjoying the succulent taste of Becky’s arousal as she came apart.  He lapped at her sweet juices, taking everything she offered him, determined to wring every last ounce of pleasure from her body.  She’d come apart so quickly that he was determined to bring her to orgasm again, as soon as possible.  With all the ways he wanted to take her, have her, and taste her, he could spend the entire night prowling over her body, listening to her cries as she climaxed again and again.

As she shuddered on the bed, he bent to untie the dress she had on.  It was wrapped around all of her glorious curves, and he felt like he was unwrapping a present intended only for him.  She wore a black lacy bra beneath the silky green dress, and he tugged the cups of it down, kissing her full breasts and teasing her rosy nipples with his tongue.  He sucked one bud into his mouth, pulling it taught.  It peaked beneath his touch, and he grew even harder at Becky’s obvious excitement.  “You’re so beautiful,” he said as she watched him from beneath hooded eyes.

He stood and removed his clothing, sheathing himself with condom.  Becky took off her bra, baring herself completely to him, and he bit out a curse.  He tugged Becky to the edge of the bed and pulled her legs over his shoulders, opening her wider to him.  She gasped at the provocative position, and he slowly eased himself inside her tight, wet heat.  His thick arousal filled her, stretching her velvety walls, and he thrust into her slowly, stroking her deep inside with his throbbing erection as her pussy clamped down on him.

“Say you’re mine,” Matt commanded, thrusting into her as she moaned with pleasure.

“I’m yours, only yours,” she sobbed, gasping as he felt her walls tighten even more.

“I take care of what’s mine,” Matt promised.  He reached down and rubbed her clit with his thumb, sending her spiraling higher and higher.  “I can feel you tightening around me,” he said, voice rough as gravel.  “Come for me, Becky.”

He pulled out and thrust in slowly, filling her again inch by inch as her inner walls clamped down around him.  He circled her swollen clit faster and faster until she was falling, screaming out his name as her orgasm slammed into her.  She gasped and bucked up off the bed, helpless to his pounding into her over and over again.  His balls tightened and he exploded as well, releasing himself deep inside Becky, her name on his lips.

Becky woke the next morning with a gasp, trapped beneath a muscular arm wrapped tightly around her waist.  She struggled against its weight, panicked, until Matt shifted beside her.  “It’s okay, you’re safe,” he said softly. The sound of his voice soothed her, and as memories of last night flooded through her mind, she relaxed into his muscular embrace.

“Sorry. I just forgot where I was.  I haven’t slept that well in ages.”

“Mmmm, me either,” he said huskily, pulling her closer.  She felt his arousal pushing up against her bare bottom, and she suddenly became aware of how very naked she was lying in Matt’s bed, in his arms.  A blush spread over her as she remembered the many ways he’d pleasured her last night, the many times she’d cried out his name.  And she couldn’t even quickly dress and leave, putting their one night together behind her, since he’d been the one driving.  God, what would her sister think that she’d never come home?  What would Jade think that she’d simply vanished from the party?

Matt kissed her bare shoulder, and thoughts of her sister and friend quickly drifted from her mind.  He pushed her hair aside and kissed the tender spot beneath her ear, working his way down her neck with tender nips and kisses as his large hand found her breast, kneading and caressing it.

“Did I tell you how beautiful you are?” he asked, voice deep.  He pinched her nipple between his forefinger and thumb, pulling it taught.  “I could spend all day making love to you.”

“Matt,” she protested.

He grabbed a condom from his nightstand and quickly sheathed himself, rolling her onto her back.  “Yeah baby?” he asked, ducking his head down to kiss her breasts as his erection brushed against her leg.  He lightly flicked his tongue over one nipple and she gasped, arching up into him.  His fingers traced through her folds, and he rubbed some of her arousal over her clit, sending heat coursing through her.  Her entire body felt like it was melting into his expert touch, and she whimpered as he sped up his caress.  “I’ll never be able to get enough of you,” he said, lining himself up with her center and then quickly thrusting inside as she gasped.

He grabbed her wrists in one hand, pinning them above her head, as he ground into her over and over again, the base of his penis rubbing against her swollen clit.  “Oh, God, Matt,” she moaned, the exquisite ache of pleasure almost too much to bear.  He held her down as he thrust into her, faster and faster, and the feeling of his large body over hers, completely commanding her, somehow aroused her even more.  She was helpless to the onslaught of pleasure that coursed through her with each stroke of his thick arousal.  He filled her completely, and her climax came in waves, each one more intense than the last, until she screamed, her orgasm slamming into her.  Matt stiffened and came as well, releasing her hands and collapsing on the bed, pulling her into his arms.

“When do you have to go back?” he asked when they’d both finally began breathing normally again.  He gently brushed her hair back from her face as she gazed into his dark eyes.

“To my sister’s?”

“No, to California.”

“Oh, my flight’s not for a few weeks.  I’m here for my entire winter break.  Why?”

Matt gazed down at her with a softness she’d never seen before in his eyes.  “Because I want to keep seeing you.”

“What?” Becky asked in surprise.

“I know we live on opposite coasts right now, but you’re almost done with school.  And hell, I’m from California.  I can certainly come out to visit you.”

“But Matt, we can’t.  I thought this was just a one-night sort of thing,” she said, panic rising within her.  Even though being with Matt had been more incredible than she could have ever imagined, she couldn’t risk getting in a relationship and having her heart broken all over again.  It had been tough enough moving on after Brody.  Opening herself up at all to Matt had been a huge step, and giving herself to him for one night alone was all she could manage right now.

Matt stiffened beside her.  “What are you talking about?  You thought I’d take you home and fuck you and never want to see you again?”

She gasped and pulled away from him, surprised at his harsh words and tone.  Holding the sheet to cover herself, she sat up and glared at him.  He eyed the fabric she clutched to her chest.  “No need to cover yourself up, gorgeous.  I’ve kissed and tasted every square inch of you in case you’ve forgotten.  Or should I make you moan my name a few more times so you remember?”

“Matt, that’s enough,” Becky said, flushing.  “I thought we agreed to see each other last night.  Yes, things got out of hand and we slept together, but that doesn’t mean we have to start dating.”

“The hell it doesn’t—we’re perfect for each other.  You’re just too damn scared to see it.”

“I have to go,” Becky said, rising from the bed and hastily grabbing the clothing she’d left strewn across the floor.  She carried her things into the bathroom, closing the door behind her and quickly pulling on her bra and dress.  She had no idea where her panties had disappeared off to, but she wasn’t going to stick around and find out.  When she walked back out, Matt was dressed in jeans and a tee shirt, her panties dangling from his muscular hand.

“Want me to put these on you, sweetheart?” he asked, stalking across the room toward her.

“No,” she said, snatching them from him and stuffing them into her purse.

“You sure liked it when I stripped them off of you last night.  When I tasted you.  Or have you forgotten already?” he asked, ducking down to meet her gaze.

“Don’t be a jerk, Matt.  Even if last night was incredible, it doesn’t mean we should do it all over again every weekend.”

“Fine, I’ll drive you home,” he growled, grabbing his keys from the dresser.

“Don’t bother,” Becky snapped, turning to leave.  “I’ll call Melissa for a ride.”

“Becky,” he ground out.  “Don’t be ridiculous.”

“Thanks for ruining a perfectly good night,” she said, tears welling in her eyes.  “Now that I see what a jerk you are around women you’ve slept with, you can sure as hell bet it’ll never happen again.”

Matt looked shocked and started to apologize, but Becky spun around and waved him off, hurrying toward the door.  She’d call Melissa or Jade to come get her, but there was no way she was spending another minute with that insufferable man.