Good Girl VS. Bad Boy: The Marine Meets His Match
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God, it was hard to believe it had only been the day before.
It felt like he had been dying to touch her for ages, like there had been a Phoebe-shaped phantom haunting his erotic dreams for years.
“Colt, are you sure this is what you want?” she murmured against his lips.
“Are you crazy?” He hugged her closer and she flexed the legs wrapped around his hips, bringing the crotch of her ruined jeans into closer contact with where he was rock hard. “You drive me crazy, Phoebe. I think that’s pretty obvious.”
Her breath hitched as he laid her down on the rainbow bedspread. “I just want you to be sure.”
“I’m sure.” He reached down, stripping his sweater over his head before going for the white tee shirt beneath.
He would have asked if she were sure, too, but the look on her face as she watched him undress left no doubt that she wanted him. Her dark brown eyes swept up and down his frame, the hunger in them melting him from the inside out. And when she trapped her bottom lip between her teeth and bit down, his pulse spiked so fast the world started to spin.
The room was a blur of light and color and then suddenly she was back in his arms, running her cool fingers from his chest to the waistband of his jeans, her lips grounding him in another soul-shattering kiss.
“I wish I could rip these off of you¸” she whispered. “But I’m going to have to settle for unbuttoning.”
“Unbuttoning suits me just fine.” He sucked in a breath as she parted the front of his jeans and slipped her hand inside, caressing his length through his boxers. “Jesus, that feels good.”
Good was an understatement. Her touch was electric, sending a sharp wave of need knifing through his midsection and spreading, hot and thick, through his core. He couldn’t remember the last time a woman had made him ache like this so early on, with most of his clothes still on and only a few heated kisses exchanged.
He was going to have to exert every last bit of willpower to make sure things didn’t go too fast. He didn’t want fast, he wanted to savor every second of discovering Phoebe for the first time. He wanted to memorize the way her breath sped as she trailed her fingertips lightly down the hard length of him and the almost pained look of desire in her eyes as she lifted her gaze to his.
“Do you know how many times I imagined touching you like this when we were in high school?” she asked, her breath warm against his mouth.
“How many?” He smoothed his hand up and under the back of her sweater, loving the way she shivered when his fingers traced the hollow of her spine.
“At least ten times a day. Every day,” she said, working his jeans down over his ass. “Sometimes, when we were watching movies at your parents’ house, I would pretend to be asleep just so it would be okay to lean over and put my head on your shoulder and have an excuse to touch you.”
His jeans slid down around his knees and his cock jutted forward, straining the fabric of his boxer shorts as he pulled Phoebe in for another kiss. “And you seemed like such an innocent little thing.”
“I was.” She suckled his bottom lip between her teeth, biting down hard enough to make him groan before she set the captive flesh free. “But I knew what I wanted, even back then. And I certainly do now.”
“And what do you want?” he asked, his voice husky.
“I want you,” she said, holding his gaze as her nails raked slowly down his bare shoulders. “All of you, so don’t hold back.”
“I don’t think I could, even if I tried.” He palmed her bottom in his hands, past ready for both of their jeans to be on the floor. “So one last question for the woman who knows what she wants—leg on or leg off?”
She blinked in confusion before she smiled and a flush crept across the freckled bridge of her nose. “I’m sorry. I forgot.”
“No need to apologize,” he said digging his fingers into the strong muscles of her ass, bringing the heat leaping back into her eyes. “But you’d better give me an answer, or I’ll make the choice myself. I can’t wait much longer to get you out of these clothes.”
Her breath shuddered out. “Whatever you like. I want you to be comfortable, that’s all that matters to me.”
“I’m so much more than comfortable right now.” He stepped out of his shoe and right pants leg before reaching down to pop the button on his prosthetic, releasing the pin from the lock. He held her gaze as he stripped off the silicone sleeve that housed the pin. “But you’re wearing way too many clothes.”
“You’re right.” She reached down, pulling her sweater over her head.
Before it hit the floor, Colt was pushing her back onto the bed. He stripped her ruined jeans down her legs and tossed them away, taking a moment to soak in the sight of her lying on the brightly colored quilt with her curves on display, wearing nothing but a white bra and a tiny scrap of lace between her legs. She was so beautiful she took his breath away.
“Very different than what you were wearing yesterday,” he said, teasing his fingers back and forth along the waistband of her lace thong, summoning another shiver from Phoebe that he knew had nothing to do with the slight chill in the room.
“Don’t tease me about my granny panties,” she said, voice breathy.
“I’m not teasing,” he said. “I liked the granny panties. On you, anyway.”
“You know what kind of panties I like? Panties that are on the floor,” she said, lifting her hips in a clear invitation, one he chose to ignore as he lengthened himself slowly on top of her.
Her panties were staying on and so were his boxers. If he didn’t keep at least that much of a barrier between them¸ he wouldn’t be able to resist sliding inside her and he didn’t want to rush. He wanted to take his time, to drive her out of her ever-practical mind with wanting him.
Cupping her white-lace covered breasts in his hands, he bit down on the scrap of fabric between them, using his mouth to tug her bra lower on her ribs, making her gasp as her nipples grazed across the lacy fabric. He glanced up to see creamy white skin and small pebbled tips the same cotton-candy pink as her lips, and for a moment, he forgot how to breathe. She was stunning, perfect, and obviously desperate for his touch.
Her breath came faster, her breasts rising and falling as she met his gaze across the landscape of her body.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, bringing his mouth to hover above one nipple, circling the taut flesh with his tongue. “So beautiful.”
Phoebe arched into his mouth with a moan, making it easy for him to reach behind her back and loose the hooks on her bra. As he transferred his attentions to her other breast, teasing her other nipple with slow deliberate flicks of his tongue, he drew her bra straps down her arms, baring her completely to him.
Taking his time, drawing out each delicious taste of her, he licked and sucked and nibbled at her aroused flesh, worshipping her breasts until she squirmed beneath him and her fingernails dug into his biceps, leaving grooves behind.
“Please, Colt,” she begged, her hands trembling as they came to cup his face. “I can’t take any more.”
“But we’re just getting started,” he said, sliding his hand down the front of her panties, groaning when he felt how slick she was.
He teased through her swollen folds, gathering her wetness onto his fingers before bringing them to his lips and sucking them inside. He closed his eyes, relishing the salty, almost mineral flavor of her arousal. She tasted like heaven and he knew immediately that a single taste wouldn’t be enough.
“God, Colt, please, I need—”
He silenced her with a kiss, probing her mouth slowly, thoroughly, letting the taste of her desire mingle with the sweet taste of her tongue before he began kissing his way down her body. He kissed the long, smooth column of her throat, the graceful curve of her clavicle, and the hollow between her breasts, deliberately avoiding the nipples that poked into the air on either side of his face.
He would get back to them soon, but right now he had another destination in mind.
As he settled between her legs with a wicked grin, soaking in the sight of her pretty pink lips and the evidence of her need slicking her flesh, he made a mental note to invest heavily in Phoebe-sized underwear. He needed to hear her cry out like that a hundred more times at the very least.
Be hard to fit in a hundred times before you leave.
Colt pushed the thought away, not wanting to think about saying goodbye, not when he was inches away from tasting her again.
Slowly, but firmly, he pushed her thighs apart and lowered his head, kissing her as intimately as one person could kiss another. And for the first time in a long time, it was an intimate act. This wasn’t just about making her come or making sure she was ready to take him inside her. It was a way to get closer to Phoebe, to show her how much he valued the way she had opened her arms and let him into every part of her.
As he cupped her bottom in his hands, angling her hips so he could thrust his tongue deeper into the core of her sweetness, he realized that this was more than sex.
He wasn’t fucking Phoebe, he was making love to her, and no matter how scary it was, he couldn’t seem to stop. Because nothing had ever felt this right and no woman had ever made him feel the way he felt in Phoebe’s arms.
Chapter 9
Phoebe
Phoebe’s back arched and her eyes squeezed shut, but she forced them open again. She didn’t want to miss a second of this insane, magical, amazing thing that was happening to her.
Colton Brody was between her legs, kissing her like she was the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted, making her feel a thousand earth-shattering things at once. He devoured her with a skill and single-minded focus that would have sent her over the edge minutes ago if she hadn’t been fighting release with everything in her.
She didn’t want to come yet. She didn’t want to come until he was inside her. She wanted every inch of that long, thick length she’d felt straining the fabric of his boxers pushing inside where she ached for so much more than his tongue. She wanted his lips on hers and his breath in her mouth and his chest pressed tightly against hers as they were finally joined the way she’d ached to be joined with him for so long.
“Please,” she begged, threading her fingers through his hair and tugging once gently. And then a second time not so gently. “Now, Colt, please. I need you inside of me.”
“I want you to come on my mouth.” His deep voice vibrating across her aroused flesh was almost enough to bring her over. “Come for me Phoebe, I want to taste you when you come.”
“No, you,” she panted, quickly losing the ability to form coherent thoughts. “Inside. Please, Colt, I feel like I’m dying. I need you so much it hurts.”
He moved up and over her body, capturing her chin in his hand. “I would never hurt you. And believe me, I want to be inside of you more than anything, but I don’t have a condom,” he said, the urgency in his tone matching the desperation pulsing through her veins. “Do you have something?”
She shook her head, pulse pounding even faster as Colt’s fingers left her chin to trail down her throat and between her breasts. “No, but I have an IUD and I’m clean.”
He grimaced. “I’m clean, too, but I don’t think I’ll impress you bare. I won’t last ten minutes. It’s been months since I’ve been with anyone and…” He swallowed hard, lifting his eyes to hers as he captured her nipple between his fingers, rolling it in insistent, mind-muddying circles. “And I want you so fucking much.”
“Then take me,” she begged, wrapping her legs around his waist. “Please Colt. Take me.”
Holding her gaze, he reached between them, positioning the burning head of his cock at her entrance and gliding slowly inside. Phoebe was as ready as she’d ever been for a man, but Colt was so thick it was still a tight fit. She gasped and her eyes widened, but she didn’t look away from his face, not even when a hint of pain whispered through her pleasure.
She couldn’t have looked away if she’d tried. She was captivated by the hunger and tenderness in his eyes and shocked by how close she felt to him. Close in a way that had nothing to do with his body buried inside of hers.
This was something deeper, scarier, and more beautiful than anything that had ever happened to her in bed. It was even better than she had imagined it would be, back when she was a naïve girl who still believed that there was one special person meant for her and certain Colt was the only boy she would ever want to touch her like this.
She bit her lip, fighting to breathe past the tight feeling in her chest as he came to rest completely inside of her, holding still as her body adjusted to his thickness.
She wasn’t going to get emotional. She had known what she was getting into going in. This was only for a month, maybe two if she were lucky. Colt wasn’t her One, no matter what her stupid heart had to say about it.
“Phoebe,” he murmured as he slid out and back in with an aching gentleness. It was only her name, but the way he said it made her breath rush out and a soft sob burst from her throat.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, smoothing her hair away from her face. “Am I hurting you?” He started to pull out, but Phoebe locked her ankles behind his back and held him close.
“No,” she said, shaking her head. “You’re not hurting me. It’s perfect.”
“You’re perfect.” He smiled, but the look in his eyes was concerned as he threaded his fingers through hers, pressing her palms to the mattress above her head, making her feel even more exposed and at his mercy. “So why do you look like you’re about to cry?”
She swallowed hard. “I don’t know. It’s just…close.”
His gaze softened with recognition. “It is.” He began to move again, thrusting in and out of her with long, sensuous rolls of his hips, his eyes still fixed on hers. “But I like being close to you, beautiful.”
“You didn’t used to think I was beautiful,” she said, the words ending in a sigh as he kissed her, his lips communicating so much that she would swear she knew what he was going to say before he said it.
“I was an idiot,” he whispered between kisses. “And I was an idiot for not knowing it was you the second I saw you yesterday.”
He pulled away, looking down at her with a mix of pain and pleasure she understood completely. “Your eyes are still exactly the same. Still sweet and smart. And beautiful.”
“Yours too,” she said, tightening her grip on his hands as he kissed her again.
She caught his rhythm, lifting into his thrusts, building the need inside of her until she reached a breathless new pinnacle and the last of her fear faded away.
And then there was only Colt, taking her higher and higher, until their kiss became a feverish joining of their mouths and he drove into her with the full force of his powerful body, the impact sending delicious ripples out across her skin. Phoebe locked her legs around his hips and met him halfway, anticipation sharpening to a knife that cut through her, opening her wide, sending all her secrets spilling out.
“Yes,” she cried as she arched beneath him, pleasure flooding through her like a wave crashing against the shore, reshaping the landscape of her world forever. “God yes. Please, please.”
She didn’t know what she was begging for, but thankfully he did. With a growl, he buried his face in her neck and rode her hard, giving her everything—all his need, all his hunger, all his passion. Moments later a second wave rose inside of her, fast and sudden, eclipsing the rest of the world with its power.
Wicked pleasure gripped her in sharp waves, wringing every bit of sensation from her bo
dy. She came like the world was ending, her entire body pulsing until she was completely wrung out, helpless to do anything but wrap her arms around Colt’s chest and hold on as he came, spilling himself inside her with a sound somewhere between a groan and a sob.
Afterward, she had no idea how long they lay tangled together catching their breath only that by the time Colt lifted himself up on his arms her left leg had gone numb.
“Hey,” he said, brushing his thumb across her cheek. “How are you?”
“Uh huh,” she said with a blissed out sigh, summoning a chuckle from low in his throat.
“That good?”
“Better.” She winced. “But my leg is asleep so maybe we should move.”
“Gotcha.” He rolled onto the mattress beside her, running a warm hand down her waist to her thigh. “Which one? This one?”
Phoebe shifted onto her side to face him, biting her lip as her nerves began to tingle painfully back to life. “Yeah. That one. Ouch. I hate that feeling.”
“I hear you.” Colt massaged her quad before moving his fingers around to dig lightly into the back of her hamstring. “I don’t get much phantom pain, but sometimes I swear I can feel the toes I’m missing prickling. It’s weird as hell.”
Phoebe curled her arms in front of her chest, feeling like an asshole. “I’m sorry. I’m an insensitive jerk.”
His brows drew together, but his grin remained in place. “No you’re not. I’m the insensitive jerk for letting my heavy ass lay on top of you, crushing you until your leg went to sleep.”
She smiled. “I liked the feel of you crushing me. I just…” She shrugged, not knowing how to bring it up, but feeling like she needed to say something. “I feel bad that I haven’t asked you more about the accident and everything else. I’m sure it wasn’t easy getting to where you are now.”