Page 40 of The Hero
“Is it?” he asked without thought. For some reason, nothing about this situation felt ridiculous.
“No. It feels right,” Marlowe finally whispered.
And there she went again. Being braver than he could ever imagine.
“Make love to me, Kendric. Please. Whatever happens, happens. Tomorrow, the Cambodian authorities could find me and drag me back to Thailand. We could be bitten by a rabid mosquito. Mauled by a feral ox. I don’t know. All I know is that if I don’t get a chance to feel you deep inside of me, at least once, I’ll regret it for the rest of my life.”
She was right. They had this moment, and he’d been thinking about making love to her nearly every minute since he’d said “I do.” And even before, if he was honest. Since that kiss.
She was his wife, and he was her husband. Everything he’d done in his life felt as if it had led to this moment. She was his reward.
Bob’s head lowered without another thought. He kissed her gently at first. Telling her without words that he’d keep her safe. Would make sure nothing happened to her. That he’d treat her with care.
But apparently care wasn’t what Marlowe wanted. She immediately fisted his hair, tilted her head, and thrust her tongue into his mouth. Their tongues dueled and caressed, and Bob felt himself panting as he pulled his head back to take in some much-needed oxygen.
Her hand snaked down his body, and she wrapped her fingers around his cock.
“Holy crap,” he muttered as she touched him with firm, confident strokes. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away. “Any more of that and there won’t be any lovemaking at all, because I’ll be done,” he warned.
“You’re young,” she said with a smile. “You’ll recover.”
But Bob didn’t want to come anywhere but deep inside her body. He needed to claim her in the way that men had been claiming their women for centuries. It was old school and a little caveman-ish and a lot careless, but he didn’t care. At the moment, in this barn, after everythingthey’d been through, he was going to take whatever she was willing to give. Was going to claim this woman as his own.
He leaned down—wincing as the wounds on his back protested—and clamped his mouth around one of her nipples. She hadn’t lied; she was small. But her nipples were extremely sensitive. She arched her back and let out a small cry as he suckled her. One of her hands returned to his hair as she held him against her chest.
Bob licked and sucked. And while he was loving what he was doing, he needed more. A hand snaked down her body, and his fingers brushed through the curls between her thighs. She moaned again and opened her legs for him, giving him access to her most private parts.
She was soaking wet already, and Bob’s heart rate sped up. She wanted him. She wasn’t with him out of a sense of gratitude. She truly wanted him, as much as he wanted her.
Bob wanted to take his time. Wanted to worship her body from head to toe. But his dick had other ideas. A spurt of precome escaped from the tip. He was on the edge. Needed to make this woman his in the most primal way.
He came to his knees over her and gripped her inner thighs, opening her even farther. Then he fisted the base of his cock and scooted forward. His gaze was locked on her pussy.
“Yes,” Marlowe half moaned, half pleaded from under him. Her hands went to his thighs and her nails dug in ... even as he suddenly hesitated.
Instinctively, Bob knew making love to her would change his life. He’d never be able to let her go. He’d be one of “those” guys. The ridiculous mushy ones who called and texted their women fourteen times a day to make sure they were all right. A man who bought her flowers for no reason. Who shook his head and just smiled when she spent too much money.
Who worshipped the ground she walked on.
And he didn’t care.
She had him wrapped around her little finger already, and she didn’t even know it.
“Kendric?” she whispered a little uneasily.
Shit, his hesitation had made her question herself. He reached for her hand and brought it back to his cock. He sighed as she wrapped her fingers around him. Her touch felt good. Too good.
“You do it. Put me inside you,” he said in a low growl.
“It’s been a while for me,” she admitted a little shyly.
“I’ll go slow,” he said immediately.
He saw her nod, then bite her lip as she stroked him before pushing his hard dick down and notching him to her opening.
Bob saw stars. Literal fuckingstars. Heaven was waiting. All he needed was one hard thrust to experience it. But he’d go slow if it killed him.
Marlowe was tight. And even though she was wet, her body wasn’t letting him inside very easily.
