Page 122 of The Soldier

“When we do, I’m going to leave your sassy mouth out, though. This has to work to my advantage.”

Trina straightens and finally her beautiful smile lights up her face.

More hope.

More proof that she’s going to survive this. I’ll make fucking sure she does.

“You love my mouth.”

“Yeah, darlin’, I do.” I lean in, waiting for her to give me the go-ahead, and when she does, I kiss her like it’s the first time.

And like I’m the last man who ever will.

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TRINA

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I MELT INTO his chest as Marshall kisses me like I’m the most important person in his world. His arms wrap around me and the next minute I’m climbing on his lap, straddling him.

My arms wrap around his neck, suddenly and eagerly needing much more. All of him. To feel him make me his all over again.

I want his scent on my skin.

Not that monster.

Not the medical people.

I want Marshall to be the only man who has access to me.

Releasing my mouth, he grabs my hips. “Just go slow, you’ve been through a lot. I can wait.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Darlin’.”

“Marsh, please.” I grind my pussy against his erection. He studies my face for a long moment as I continue moving my body.

“Arms up.” He growls and pulls off my T-shirt. No bra. “Fuck.”

His lips take one of my nipples and I cry out at the pleasure which blasts through me.

I’m not broken.

I want this.

He’s not Roger and I know the difference.

“How does...fuck this.” Marshall moves my hips, tugging at my paper-thin sleep shorts and then tears them.

Right off.

Oh, my god.

Arousal pools at my core, my entire body alive and needing everything he’ll give me. With my bare breasts bobbing in his face, he licks at them, staring up at me, and I need some of his skin.

I tug at his T-shirt and he reaches behind his head, and it’s gone the next second. Replaced by his gorgeous powerful chest. I trace the ink and tremble at how sexy this man is.

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