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

breasts with large dark nipples, the curvy hips and long legs.

The hairless cleft between her toned thighs. Her slender, delicate shoulder and arms.

Her sexiness. Her beauty.

It slayed him.

Olivia sighed deeply as she stepped into the water and hummed with appreciation. Ivan

watched her youthfully firm breasts disappear beneath the suds and he almost let out a groan of regret.

And then he realized what he was doing and stopped short. He had to put a stop to this. Right now.

Before things got out of hand.

Olivia relaxed against the tub, her eyes closing briefly. “Thank you. This feels so good.”

She said it just the way he’d imagined she would, but with his cock buried inside her. Deep –

as deep as it could go. And then she’d beg for more.

“I shouldn’t be here. I need to leave,” Ivan blurted out, as his errant cock began to ache with

swollen need.

“Oh,” she said with a pout. “Would you at least do my back first?”

Olivia was holding out the wash cloth, and everything in him knew it was a bad idea going

along with what she was requesting. And yet, he couldn’t stop himself. What the hell was she up to anyway? He took the soapy washcloth, and started to rub it over her back as she leaned forward.

Olivia purred sensually in enjoyment and the knot of hardness in his groin increased in

pressure, making his jeans feel tighter than ever. The intimacy of the situation wasn’t lost on Ivan, and yet it all felt natural, and not at all awkward. He just had to stop feeling like he was going to explode in his pants at the beautiful sight before him. Her hair, swept over one shoulder to stay dry and off her back, looked silky and inviting to his itching fingers.

Think, Ivan, think, he told himself, forcing his mind to focus on anything else but where he was

and what he was doing. “You said something earlier,” he suddenly said, breaking through the intimate silence. “About changing your mind when you were with that guy. What did you mean?”

She sighed shortly, as if reluctant to break the mood or reply. Finally, she began hesitantly, “I

was going to do something really stupid tonight. Something I’d have regretted for a long time. But suddenly, I couldn’t go through with it.” She twisted around to look at him for a moment and Ivan was actually afraid to ask her what that entailed. He was sure he wouldn’t like the answer. The thought of Olivia being with another man made his blood run cold.

“Anyway,” Olivia added with a shrug, “I came to my senses just in time. Too bad the asshole

didn’t understand that no means no.”

“Olivia,” Ivan began in a calm voice that belied the anger clutching at his chest. He wanted to

smash something, just go ballistic with the thought that Olivia got herself in that kind of situation.

His fist tightened around the wet rag before he tossed it away angrily. “Damm it! Do you know

what could have happened to you tonight? What if you couldn’t fight him off?” He sprang to his feet, a hand slapped over his temple as he tried to rein in his fury.

“I wasn’t thinking, I know,” Olivia said with a sigh. “I guess…too much to drink. Too much…

missing you and wishing that you’d…”

She stopped short, and the expression on her face right then just made his chest constrict. Never

peeling her eyes away, she rose from the tub, letting the water cascade off her body as she

straightened like some goddess from the misty depths.

“Olivia,” Ivan said after a few dry, difficult swallows. He couldn’t tear his eyes from the

temptation that was her body. For crying out loud – what was she doing? Was she trying to drive him insane?

“That’s it. I’m leaving,” Ivan said firmly. Already backing off to the door, he even had his hand

poised on the handle. He knew couldn’t stay in the same four walls with her looking like that. He

wouldn’t be responsible for what happened next if he did…

“Why?” Olivia asked softly, tilting her head to the side in innocent curiosity. “Because you’re

seeing me naked? I don’t mind. It’s okay to look. I want you to look.”

“Damn it, Olivia,” Ivan growled, rolling his eyes in amazement mixed in with his carnal

desires. “You shouldn’t talk to me like that. It’s wrong. We’re like brothers and sisters. And what would your Father think?”

He was so hard it hurt. There he was, still standing there gaping at her nude body like a

schoolboy. Just then – as if he wasn’t already in enough torment, Olivia lifted her arms and ran

fingers through her hair to release the few drops that had wet the tips. In the process, her proudly tipped breasts lifted even higher, the generous curves so round and full they cried out to be groped.

Her nipples were rock hard from the exposure to air and moisture. Her skin glowed with youth and

fresh heat. Olivia brought his cock alive with the realization that she looked even hotter in the flesh than in his wildest, most carnal fantasies.

Ivan tried to offer up a prayer for strength, and one line was all he could dredge up from his

lust-punctured brain. Please… lead me not into temptation…

And then she said it. Those words he’d only dreamed of ever hearing her say. Now she uttered

them in the exact same husky voice of feminine arousal that had his head spinning and his heart

surging along with his cock.

“Touch me, Ivan. Please.” The invitation within her molten gaze was unmistakable just in case

he couldn’t credit his hearing. Her hands lifted to slide down her neck to her breasts, skimming her flesh seductively. Brushing her nipples and then feathering over the cleft between her toned, golden thighs.

Fucking hell! He couldn’t breathe. Forgot how to.

“No. Olivia…don’t ask that of me. Please, just don’t. You know I can’t.” His words came out

more like a groan. Why was he still standing there, rooted? Why did it seem like he couldn’t function and put as much distance