Page 72 of The Soldier

Marshall has a gorgeous cock.

“Seeing as you brought it up. Bit rude leaving without saying goodbye yesterday morning, wasn’t it.” He crosses his arms, and I see him flinch a little.

I can’t help it; I reach out and touch his bandage.

“How are you feeling?”

“Sore. I need a nurse.”

I snap my hand back and sneer at him.

“Come on Trina, why did you leave?” He moves closer.

I hold up my hand. “It was a one-night stand. Don’t pretend otherwise. I hate the morning after awkwardness, so I slipped out.”

The way his gaze holds mine with such intensity almost has me wobbling off balance. Then his eyes drift over my face and down to take in every inch of my body.

I fight the urge to press into him and ask him to kiss me. To touch me.

“Okay, so you hate the morning after.” Marshall repeats and his large hands take my hips. “How many mornings have there been, little wolf?”

I swallow. How dare he make me feel like a loose woman? I might not be a virgin or even a good girl, but that doesn’t give him the right to judge.

Ugh.

“More than one. And none of your business.” I snap and try to wriggle out of his hold.

“Yes. It is. My cock was inside your pussy just a few nights ago.” He growls but he’s not quiet. “I’m making it my business.”

Oh my god!

“Marshall,” I hiss, grabbing his good arm and glancing around us. “Would you be quiet. If I knew you’d be this emotional about it—”

“What? You would’ve said no to sitting on my face and letting me run my tongue through your dripping wet folds?” He lifts a brow.

This man is impossible.

But he has no idea who he is dealing with.

I grew up around a lot of men and their locker-room banter. Nothing shocks me. And I can give as much as I take.

“Don’t try to shock me with your dirty mouth, Marshall Adams. I’m quite happy to talk about vaginas. Mine included.”

His lips stretch into a grin.

Goddamn, he’s so gorgeous when he’s smiling it takes my breath away. The way his deep blue eyes crinkle a little and sparkle with just the right amount of naughtiness.

The trouble is, now I know he can follow through.

My nipples harden and I clench my core as the memory of him filling me returns.

“Have dinner with me tomorrow.”

“No.”

“Lunch then.”

“No.”

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