Page 45 of A SEAL's Protection
“You won’t break me.”
I feel the moment he yields. His lips press against mine hungrily, and we both surrender to what we want.
His mouth against mine is insistent, and I give in to him. His hand slides around to the nape of my neck, and he cups my head, drawing me toward him.
My body bumps up against his, and I feel every hard part of him. His muscular chest, his torso, and the twitching length of his desire.
It sends electric currents through my body, and I press against him, grinding my hips so there’s no denying my intentions.
He breaks the kiss and takes my head in his hands.
“Are you sure about this, Allegra?” His voice is croaky; his control almost snapped.
“Yes, Marcus. I need this.”
How do I describe the hunger in me? The desire to do something beautiful to cover the horror of the day. The need to feel his body against mine. To sink into someone, the only person who takes me for who I am.
“I don’t want to be strong tonight. I just want you.”
Saying it out loud makes my chest ache. I hate showing weakness. But with Marcus, it feels like trust. I can trust Marcus with my vulnerability, with every raw part of me.
He scans my face, and he must see my need there because he doesn’t ask any more questions. Instead, he kisses me hard, making me forget where I am.
He peels off my thermal, and I do the same with his t-shirt. This time I want no barriers between us. My chest presses against his, my nipples rubbing against hard muscles.
His hands slide down my back slowly and deliberately, and tension eases away with every touch.
His gaze travels down my body and feasts on my breasts. “Allegra…” His voice is a croaky rasp. His gaze comes back to my face. “You’re beautiful. All of you.”
And I know he’s not just talking about my body.
His hands slide over my shoulders and down my chest until he’s cupping my breasts. His callused fingers brush my nipples, and I arch my back, pressing myself into his hands, wanting more of his touch, more of him.
A moan escapes my lips, and he presses his mouth to my breasts and sucks a nipple between his teeth.
The sharp sting of pain, then the wet heat of his mouth, has me writhing against him. His stubble scrapes the soft skin of my chest. I moan, not bothering to cover my mouth. Tonight, there’s no one around to hear us. It’s just the two of us and the forest.
He brings his head up to meet mine, and when we kiss, it has a new hunger, a new need. I fumble with his pants, needing to feel all of him.
He pulls back and whispers my name. “Are you sure?” His expression is soft, and he’s still protecting me, making sure I won’t get hurt.
“Yes, I’m sure.”
I slide my hand between his thighs and wrap it around his thick length. Marcus groans at the contact, and any last resistance disappears from his features. He’s not the soldier now. He’s the man.
“Take these off.”
He tugs at my leggings, and I try to shimmy out of them, but get caught up in the sleeping bag. I let out a nervous giggle.
“This would be easier on a bed.”
Marcus shuffles down in the sleeping bag, wincing as his shoulder knocks against me.
“I’ve never liked easy.”
With a gentleness that makes my chest ache, he slides my leggings and panties down my legs and off the ends of my feet. Then, he slides back up to face me.
Our naked bodies press together, sending a current racing through me. The first contact is electric, and Marcus groans as his cock presses into my belly. Sticky desire seeps out of the tip, and he grips my shoulders. His eyes flicker shut, and he takes a deep breath, steadying himself.
