Waiting... On You (Force Recon Marines) (30 page)

Hanna looked back over her shoulder at
the clear glass enclosure behind her. “We’ll shower before we leave.” But the
image of his big muscular frame half submerged in a tub full of bubbles made
her laugh. “I imagine this is your first bubble bath.” With a playful giggle,
she scooped up two fingers of bubbles and placed them on the tip of his
classically Roman nose.

“Actually, it isn’t.” One hand emerged
from the bubbles to trace her lips, leaving them wet and glistening. “I’ve been
in a tub of bubbles before.”

Hanna’s giggles disappeared. Thinking
of him in a bubble bath with another woman hurt. She knew he’d had other
lovers. He’d told he had plenty of experience, being a soldier. He was
thirty-eight, after all. But it was an image she didn’t want to acknowledge.

Nick watched her emotions change and
cupped the back of her neck to pull her forward for a kiss. “When Lance and I
were kids, we got into a bottle of Mom’s bubble bath and had a hell of time in
the tub.”

His explanation brought forth a burst
of relieved laughter from her as she envisioned the two little boys and their
mischief. She leaned forward and kissed him again, looping her forearms around
his neck. God help her! She loved this man so much!

She broke the kiss and tipped her head
back to search his expression, wondering what he felt for her. He was watching
her as closely as she was him.
I love you
was so much on the tip of her
tongue that she had to bite her lower lip to keep from uttering it. Nick was
everything she wanted in life! Tears threatened to fill her eyes, her emotions
were so close to the surface. She ducked her head to hide the raw emotion she
was feeling run riot through her.

With a low throaty growl, he lifted
her and set her on his stone hard length. It was a long slow slide down until
she was firmly seated on his lap. Heavens, he felt incredible! He was so big,
so hard. He filled every inch of her. He fit her perfectly. Or maybe, it was
she who fit him so perfectly. She couldn’t decide. Then nothing mattered but
the sublime sensation of him, pushing deeper and deeper until there was nowhere
left to go inside her.

Flexing his long fingers, he squeezed
her buttocks, the blunt tips meeting in the seam between, assisting her to ride
him. It was slippery, but they managed. When she rose higher out of the
bubbles, Nick moved his hands to her breasts and held her upright. His thumbs
rubbed wetly back and forth across her erect nipples. The needy little sounds
coming from the back of her throat told him just how turned on she was getting.

Glancing at herself in the mirrored
wall on the side of the tub was nearly as erotic as what Nick was doing to her
wet, soapy, naked body. She braced her hands on the bunched muscles of his
shoulders and arched backwards, seeking maximum sensation for both of them. She
had to do all the work because he had little purchase in the slippery tub, but
she didn’t mind. Controlling this session of lovemaking was what she’d wanted
from the start.

With her knees braced on either side
of him, she rose up and down on him, clutching him tight with her inner
muscles, deliberately squeezing every long hard inch of him. He fit her snuggly,
and the way he thrust as she rode him brought her rushing to the brink.

Teetering on the edge, Hanna threw her
head back, giving into the glorious climax that began shivering through her
body. The convulsions of her inner muscles drove Nick to his own. Thrusting
upwards into her with a deep throaty shout, he joined her in a consummation
that was so acute and excruciatingly powerful, it was utterly overwhelming.

Hanna cried out his name and shuddered
atop him, closing her eyes and biting her lip. She hadn’t worn her glasses into
the bathtub, but she didn’t need to see him. She felt him everywhere— in her,
around her, along every sensitized inch of her.

When it was finished, she fell,
drained, onto his chest. His arms closed around her to hold her tight. Her head
rested on his shoulder, her face turned to his neck. They remained that way
until the Jacuzzi jets finally went off and the water cooled, the bubbles long
gone. It was this sweet aftermath that Hanna cherished— just holding one
another, without speaking, while their hearts settled into a joint rhythm.

When they finally stepped out of the
bathtub, Nick took a towel off the heated rack and proceeded to dry Hanna off
slowly and carefully. She reached around him, grabbed another towel, and
wrapped it around his wide shoulders. She wasn’t sure she got him too dry,
though, before he wordlessly scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the
big canopied bed, behind the sofa.

The room was warm from the fire,
glowing with soft light, like the candlelit bathroom. Setting her on her feet,
Nick whisked the quilt and bedcovers aside, then slid into bed and pulled her off
her feet towards him.

She landed face down, on her stomach.
Her giggles were buried in the thick pillows. She tried to roll over, but Nick
had other ideas. He placed a hand on the small of her back and held her in
place. Then bending over her, he lifted her hair and kissed the back of her
neck.

“My turn,” he murmured against her
warm, still damp skin.

Hanna relaxed completely, deciding to
just let him have his way. She folded her arms under her cheek with a blissful
sigh. Sated and sleepy, she was sure Nick could change all that, and she was
curious to find out how he would arouse her so soon again.

“Go for it,” she laughed lazily.

“Aw, compliancy! What a wonderful
thing from a stubborn woman,” he teased her, his mouth and tongue doing
wonderful things to her spine.

“I am not stubborn!” she protested,
looking back at him over a bare shoulder.

When she tried to get up and argue
further with him, Nick straddled her hips from behind and pushed her back down,
laughing. “Okay, you’re not stubborn,” he retracted. “Just sweet and obedient and
acquiescent.”

“Oh, geez, that sounds worse!”

He shifted his position slightly. The
drag of his long hard shaft along her backside touched intimate places that
robbed her of further rebuttal.

His own laughter faded as he shifted
again and bent to resume kissing her. From the nape of her neck, his lips moved
slowly down her spine until they reached the small of her back where he gave
the tiny indentation there long wet licks, like a cat licking cream. While his
tongue tasted her, his hands wandered in slow caresses up and down the back of
her legs, gliding over her calves, then her thighs, learning the shape of her
hips, finally coming to a halt over her buttocks, where they rubbed sensuous
slow circles over each cheek.

Hanna groaned. His fondling was so erotically
delicious she was floating in euphoric bliss.

“Do you like that, then?” he chuckled
as he pressed his erection gently between her buttocks.

“Oh, yes!” she gasped. “It’s
heavenly!” Her eyes were closed as she concentrated on each glorious sensation
he enticed her with.

“I don’t want to put you to sleep,
Doctor.”

“Ummm.... ” What he was doing with his
hands, his whole body as he rubbed it along her backside was just too
mind-numbing to think of a coherent reply.

To her disappointment, he quit rubbing
her bottom and turned her over onto her back.

“Hey, I liked that!” she protested. “I
wasn’t going to sleep!”

He chuckled at the pout she gave him.
“And I’m not ready to let you get too relaxed.” His long fingers crept up from
her waist to cover both her full breasts, which fit perfectly in the cup of his
big hands.

She smiled playfully at him as he
hovered over her. “Then you’ll just have to get me all excited again, won’t
you?”

“I think I can manage that— with
pleasure.”

To start with, he lowered his mouth to
her breasts. His hands lifted and positioned her peaked nipples. He licked
them, looked at her, blew on them ever so lightly, looked at her again, then
grinned at her expectant expression and took a gentle nibble of one. Hanna
arched beneath him with a drawn-out groan of pure pleasure.

He met her challenge of getting her
all excited again superbly. Within moments, he built an insatiable need within
her. His teeth tugged with exquisite tenderness. His tongue swirled roughly and
wetly. His lips caressed, then suckled until she was writhing and twisting
beneath his body, grasping at him with clawed fingers, begging him to come
inside her with each gasp and moan. Lifting his head every so often, he watched
her growing arousal and grinned with pure male satisfaction, taunting her and
holding her firmly, yet gently, in place beneath him.

“Have I told you how beautiful your
breasts are?” he asked, admiring their flushed, rose pink color. “They’re so
incredibly soft. So round and full. So responsive.”

She heard his erotic words of praise,
but she was too aroused to respond. One hand slid from her breast to cup the
gold hair between her parted legs. She shivered with anticipation. He inserted
one long finger, very, very slowly, then his thumb, swiveling it around the
little nub at the top, while his middle finger ventured deeper.

“Nick....” She moaned his name and
arched her hips. Desire was clawing at her like an insatiable beast.

Oh, good heavens, the things he could
do with that big hand! Mercy, he was a skilled lover! At least she assumed he
was since she had no one to compare him with. He certainly knew all her hot
spots. And he was doing a magnificent job of awakening her all over again.

So magnificent, she was beginning to
get desperate. Finally, he slipped both hands under her bottom, settled more
snugly between her legs, and lifted her to his piercing entry. By this point
she as so sensitive that she cried out with almost desperate pleasure and
encircled her long legs around his waist, locking her ankles at the base of his
spine. Her arms rose to entwine around his neck, her hands clutching his head.
She wasn’t going to let him move away from her this time. She wanted him
pressed along every over-sensitized inch of her!

“Hanna! It feels so damn good inside you!”
he ground out against her lips, nose to nose with her, his gray eyes locked on
her green ones. “I can’t think of a single, damn thing that has ever felt
better!”

She managed a luminous smile and a
strangled response. “And you feel absolutely perfect... You fit so....”

He was still, but it was costing him,
she could tell. His breathing was labored and his forehead was beaded with
sweat. “Oh yeah, we fit ... per...fectly,” he breathed in, then out on the last
syllables.

Neither of them could say more. Embedded
deep inside her, Nick began to move more forcefully, penetrating her over and
over with thrusts that pushed her deeper and deeper into the soft mattress.

His arms were now braced on either
side of her, his biceps bulging and straining with his powerful strokes.
Hanna’s hands had moved to fiercely grip his muscle-hard buttocks. They were
tight and firm, nowhere near as soft as hers. Her short, well-trimmed nails dug
into his smooth skin, her fingers flexing repeatedly as she came closer and
closer to the tumultuous climax Nick had so slowly brought her to.

The desperate, fiercely coiling ache
in her lower body radiated outward from the core of her to every nerve ending,
torturing her with the incredible climb to the peak. She felt the goose bumps
rise on Nick’s bare flesh, signaling his impending ejaculation. His hips rocked
against her, while her hips ground against him. The rhythm of his thrusts grew
faster. Desire turned to unadulterated lust, pleasure to torment, need to
unbearable craving.

“Nick!” She shouted his name. She was
so close, she couldn’t stand it.

His mouth slammed down on hers just as
his body slammed into hers. He drove into her once, twice, felt her climax
starting, and couldn’t delay his a moment longer. Her inner muscles tightened around
him like a soft fist. He exploded inside her in long shuddering convulsions.

When it was over and Nick lay holding
her in his arms, her perspiration damp body pressed alongside his, he knew with
startling clarity that he couldn’t walk away from her one more time. It had
cost him dearly three years ago. He couldn’t do that again. Somehow, he was
going to have to reorder his life so that she had a place in it.

Then he reminded himself that she
still hadn’t told him how she felt about him. Having great sex together didn’t
necessarily mean anything would come of it. He might have been her first lover,
but he might not be her last, and that thought didn’t sit well with him. He
sure as hell didn’t want her doing this with anyone else!

He looked over at her. Her head was
lying in the curve of his shoulder and chest. Her face was half covered by her
hair, and she was sound asleep. He’d worn her out, he guessed. And while that
made him smile, he wished he could ask her what she wanted out of their
relationship.

Did they have a future together? Or
would it all end the moment they found his brother? Lord, she was so precious
to him! How was he going to be able to let her go when he had to return to
duty? Could he ask her to follow him from one assignment to the next, from one
base to the next? Would it be fair to her to leave her alone for months, maybe
even a year at a time in some strange city? She was so close to her family.
Colleen probably really needed her now that Dylan was gone. And Hanna had such
a great career here. What did he have to offer her? The military was hard on a
wife and kids. He knew that from bitter personal experience.