“Spread your legs wide.” Gripping his latex-sheathed base, he knelt between her legs and lined up to her wet center. After nudging the entrance he paused and she clamped around his head.
“Damn, you’ve got a needy pussy, baby.”
Sweat dotted her brow. She forced her muscles to relax and take him.
“That’s it baby, take it all.” It was a slow burn as he molded the walls to fit his girth. When fully seated, she swore she could feel him pressed snug against her belly.
“You feel so good, Juliette.” The husky timber of his voice made her cream. “You are so wet.” He moaned and she dug her fingernails into his biceps.
“You’re so big.”
“We’ll go slow.” He pulled out and eased back in. Whimpering, she arched her back as pain gave way to pleasure.
“Oh god, right there.” She gasped, closing her eyes as the pressure built.
“Open those big browns, I want to see you.”
She forced her heavy lids up and focused on his face, highlighted by the moonlight streaming in through the window.
“That’s it baby.” He increased his speed as he took them both higher and higher until they came together in an explosive climax that displayed fireworks behind her lids. His weight pressed her into the mattress and she began to drift off as sleep took her.
Chapter Six
Shooter ran a hand over his tired face and groaned. What the hell was I thinking, talking about making her my old lady? I’m not sure she understands all of this and yet here I am spilling my guts.
It was a rookie tactic to land a girl in bed. Not a mistake a veteran made. Worse yet, he meant every word. His instincts usually had him running like the devil had his number when he found himself catching the barest hint of emotion toward a female. He was practically spewing Shakespeare to her—well Shakespeare for him.
Fuck. He could take it all back but that would leave him dead in the water. He wanted her. Making her an old lady ensured her safety while she moved around in his world. Glancing over at the woman beside him, he sho
ok his head.
She looked like a damn teenager. Worry-free and peaceful, her toffee skin practically glowed. I’m dating the Noxzema girl. The boys are never going to let me live this down. He shook his head at the razzing he was in for.
His stomach knotted. Bringing her into his world smacked of corruption. Walk away. Sitting up from his position hunched over on the side of the bed, he pushed to his feet, needing distance. She opened her eyes to reveal brown orbs full of joy to see him. How long had it been since that had happened?
“Morning.” Her husky voice tickled places he’d thought long dead.
“Morning.”
Unsure what else to say, he stretched his arms above his head. The room grew cold as she visibly shrank back into the sheets surrounding her. I’m fucking it up before things even get started. Say something, asshole.
“I was just about to take a shower. You want to join me?” He nodded toward the bathroom, feeling awkward for the first time he could remember in years. Sweet butts knew to get ghost when he was done, and he’d never made it anywhere near an old lady, not even a sweetie.
His head spun as his brain tried to unearth all the gentlemanly habits his father had used toward his mom. Might not know it at first glance, but his family had been as straight-laced as they came—proud, all-American, god-fearing Midwest folk, proud to serve their country.
“Yes.” Her face took on the bashful look that made his blood boil. That untainted, wholesome quality was rare. He couldn’t help but want to preserve it. You can take a man out of the services, but you can’t take out the morals beat into him. “After last night, you’re shy?”
“No.” Her voice cracked.
“Don’t worry. I can fix that.” Kneeling on the bed, he bent to trace her lips with his tongue until she opened her mouth and granted him entrance. Her body became soft and pliant and her legs fell open, welcoming him between her thick thighs.
His dick sprang to life. He ground into her center. For the first time since his youth he wanted to be balls-deep in a woman with no protection. “What are you doing to me, Juliette?” he whispered against the velvety skin of her neck.
“The same thing you’re doing to me.” He slid his hand down between them, parted her lips, and eased into her moist channel. Her pussy clamped around his fingers, holding him.
“You’re so fucking tight.” He scissored his fingers, opening her up as he worked her over. She bucked her hips and rode his hand. The look of bliss in her eyes went straight to his cock.
His balls were heavy and every feminine noise pushed him closer to an explosion. This woman moved him on a visceral level. Increasing his speed he tilted his fingers, hooking them in a J shape. The hitch of her breath paired with the stiffening of her body told him he’d hit the oh-shit switch.