Forbidden Love With the Marine by Burke, Dez (great novels txt) 📗

“I…,” she began, and he heard the soft quake in her voice. At last, she sighed deeply, and then

slowly leaned forward. She aimed for his cheek but with a quick motion of his head, he got her to

plant her kiss on his mouth instead. She gasped, but didn’t pull away. Ivan resisted the urge to crush her body to his and instead, slanted his lips gently over hers. It was like partaking in a symphony; all that harmony of sensations bursting forth and merging his soul instantly with hers. How could a kiss do that? Ivan was floored.

He wasn’t surprised when she pulled back suddenly, looking flustered. Hell; he couldn’t seem

to keep his head from spinning himself.

“I have to go,” she said shakily, clutching her purse.

“Yeah; you do,” was his somewhat grim reply.

Because if she didn’t leave now, he was inches away from ravaging her right there in the Jeep.

Thankfully, she didn’t say another word but raced out from the car much the same way she had exactly two months ago when he’d dropped her off after their one night together. He watched the front door close after her, and it suddenly felt like his one chance at future happiness was locked away from him forever.

Chapter Eleven

Olivia backed up against the door, shaking so hard she felt she was going to be sick. She willed

the tears of pain not to fall as the most paralyzing agony seized her whole body. Just knowing that Ivan was going to be gone – for who knew how long this time, made her feel like her whole life was over. What if something bad happened to him? What if he got badly hurt – or worse, never came

back? He’d been somewhat somber at dinner, even beneath all his humor and wide smiles. She’d

sensed the tension in him and she knew she’d have done anything – no matter what it took – to ease the strain he might be feeling just before he had to go on a dangerous mission.

But Ivan didn’t need anything from her – certainly didn’t need her compassion. At that very

moment, he would be driving off home anyway…probably into the waiting arms of Molly. Maybe she would have the chance this time to make his last night before his next assignment a memorable one…

In a split second, Olivia wished with all her heart that she was wrong. That Ivan would be

yearning for her just as much as she was craving him at that moment.

And just then, Olivia stiffened as she realized that, standing there against the door and

unconsciously waiting for his Jeep to drive off, that she’d heard nothing to that effect. It was more than a minute since she’d sped into the house, and he still hadn’t left. Or had he?

When the soft peal of her doorbell sounded seconds later, she almost didn’t allow her heart the

chance to hope, or even breathe. The next moment, she was flinging open her door to find Ivan leaning against the frame. Her heart tumbled to the pit of her belly as she stared speechlessly up into his handsome face.

“Olivia,” he said softly. And that was all he said. Right before he was inside, scooping her in

his arms and kicking the door shut after him with his booted foot. As always, he amazed her with how quickly and lithely he moved, like some huge jungle feline. Gasping, her fingers clutched at his

shoulders as he hefted her up by his arms wrapped around her upper thighs. This brought her lips

level with his, and she was instantly devoured by his hot, piercing kiss.

Happiness, bewilderment and plain smoking lust wrestled within her disordered senses as he

beloved kissed her like a man starved. “The bedroom,” he rasped against her panting lips, and still unable to speak, Olivia could only point out the right direction. Not putting her down on her feet, he carried her straight there, his steps purposeful as he moved quickly with her in his arms like she weighed nothing.

It didn’t occur to Olivia at anytime to protest. To ask him what he meant by this. Because none

of that even mattered. He needed this – and she did too. So much that she was just as quick and adept at tearing off his clothes as he was in ripping off hers once they reached the bedroom.

Once they were both naked, he swung her into his arms again and draped her over the nicely

made bed. Desire of the most primal kind rushed through her and she was a mass of shivers when he

took hold of her knees and pushed them far apart, exposing her sex to his hungry gaze.

But then she felt a sudden burst of shyness as Ivan pushed his shoulders into the space between

her spread thighs. Instinctively, her hand fell on her smooth-shaven pussy mound. She found herself warm and drenched straight through, which made her close her eyes with a shamed quiver. He’d

practically ignored her for weeks and now with just a kiss, he’d melted down her defenses.

When would she stop being such a fool?

She felt the brush of his lips against her shielding hand. His tongue snaked in through the gaps of her fingers, making her whimper as she forced her eyelids open. His head was bent close to her sex, his eyes shut while he kissed gently on her knuckles, before slipping his mouth around one fingertip and sucking softly. Olivia gasped with pleasure at the erotic sensations he evoked with his tongue rolling round her finger, his mouth warm and moist. The knowledge that the wet heat of that mouth and tongue was so close to her pussy made arousal prickle through her every nerve ending.

“Ivan…,” Olivia said on a moan, unsure if she was about to stop him or urge him on.

But he didn’t respond, except to open his eyes and pull aside her fingers, revealing her swollen

labia. Olivia almost couldn’t breathe as she watched him feather over the folds of her pussy with his fingertips.