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

between him and this sweet temptation before it overwhelmed him

completely? Why weren’t his feet moving?

Her eyes looked hurt, her hands pausing in their seductive trail on her hips. “Why? Aren’t I

beautiful enough? Don’t you like me? Want me?”

“Why are you doing this?” Ivan’s voice was pained, like someone had his balls in a tight grip

and wouldn’t let go. “What are you looking for? To bring me to my knees?” He exhaled sharply,

forcing the blood to rush back into his brain. At last, he faced her with calm. From deep inside, he dredged up every last bit of self-authority he’d cultivated over the years as a tough Marine.

“You said it yourself; too much to drink, right? You don’t know what you’re saying or doing

right now. Doing to me.” His eyes, though angry, were imploring – pleading with her to let it go. But he knew that hope was futile.

“So you want me?” she cooed, smiling with soft pleasure. “Good. I want you to want me. Want

me so bad you’ll not think twice about doing what I’ve been wishing and hoping forever for you to do to me. I love you, Ivan. I think I always have. And I want you to make love to me.”

No. No. And no.

Ivan said those words in his head again and again until he meant them. His whole body almost

trembling with anger at himself for letting things get this far, Ivan snatched a huge towel from the shelf and walked up to where she stood in the tepid water. He swathed the towel roughly around her.

“I’ll forget you said that, Olivia. Because I know you’ve just been through a tough night and

have probably had too much to drink. So I’m not hearing you right now. You can sleep over of course.

And you can take the master bedroom; I’ll bunk down on the living room couch. But you and me…it’s

not going to happen, little dove.”

He was already almost out of the open doorway when she blurted out angrily, “It’s just going to

happen again, you know. I’m going to go out there soon and find a man who’s not afraid to give me

what I want. And maybe next time I won’t chicken out at the last minute.”

In an instant Ivan whipped round and moved – grabbing her shoulders roughly, looking into her

nervous face and seeing that the sudden motion scared her. And yet there was also a sensual

expectation in her gaze as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her out of the tub, still barely wrapped in her towel. He airlifted her straight from the bathroom to the bedroom like she

weighed no more than a bag of feathers.

Ivan tossed her on the bed and joined her, hearing her let out a shocked cry. Impatiently, he

tugged the damp towel off her, leaving her naked beneath him. He saw himself pushing her on her

back as she made to sit up, his name a gasp on her lips.

Falling in between her legs, he seized her flailing wrists and lifted them above her head. Ivan

could hear his own harsh breathing. His head felt like a smoke bomb had exploded in his brain. Her body writhed beneath him, and when his furious eyes focused on her beautiful face, he saw the soft smile slowly lifting her lips.

“Ooh…yes,” she let out on a gasping whisper of triumph.

He didn’t care. She’d won. He was hard and hungry for her. His lips suddenly pressed starved,

messy kisses all over her mouth, face and neck. Lying there on top of her soft, writhing frame, he couldn’t think straight. His mind was crazed with need and it made him want to eat her alive.

His mouth tore from hers and he heard her moan as he licked on the curve of her neck, sucking

hard. When he finally raised his head to see her lying there, submissive and eager beneath his

restraining hands on both her wrists, he went crazier. She chose that moment to bite seductively on her bottom lip, and he felt ready to rip into her there and then.

“Why did you do that, Liv?” Ivan finally groaned, his voice so strained with torment it was

unrecognizable. “Saying those things about finding some other guy to give you what you want? Don’t fuck with my head like that, baby. Do you have any idea what I wanted to do the minute you showed

up and told me some guy had tried to molest you? I wanted to go out there with my MK23 handgun,

find that motherfucker and just…” He shook his head with a grimace of fury etched into his face.

“I’m sorry. I’ve just wanted you so bad for so long. Please, Ivan. Take off your clothes. I need

to feel your skin against mine,” she pleaded, her hands twitching beneath the vice-like grip he had around her wrists.

He let her go and in one fluid motion, pulled his white t-shirt over his head. There was the clink of his dog tags as they thudded down on his bare chest with its black, bold scripted tattoo on his left side of his pecs. The words, written in Latin, read “Victory is the only option.” Ivan felt more than victorious right then with Olivia’s eyes drinking him in as he finally rid himself of every item of clothing. His jeans and boxers were the last to go.

He’d undressed in a hurry but now that he was naked, he could take the time to look at her.

Again.

He could never tire of the sight of her body, all spread out for his pleasure. It was a pleasure he could no longer deny himself of. Not with the fire raging in his loins.

He could see her eyes fixed on his manhood, see the look of awe and – could it be

consternation? On her face. He knew he was on the large side but he also knew exactly what to do to make every inch of him serve as an instrument of enjoyment, not agony. Leaning over her, he started to kiss her mouth with