Free Her Temporary Hero (a Once a Marine Series book) (Entangled Indulgence) by Jennifer Apodaca

leaned a fraction closer. “You want my taste, sugar.”
    He stripped her control away with mere words. What would his kiss do to her? Becky wasn’t sure she could handle it and surged to her feet, desperate for a distraction. “I’ll do the dishes.” Scooping up any dish she could grab, she rushed to the kitchen to deposit them in the sink. She spun and almost crashed into Logan.
    He leaned around her to set his dishes down. Her breasts brushed his chest and she inhaled sharply, jerking her gaze up to his face.
    “Know why I cut my finger tonight?”
    Her pulse throbbed in her ears. “Why?
    He skated the back of his knuckles over her face. “Because you walked out looking incredible in that dress. So fresh and pretty, and so goddamned real I forgot to breathe or watch what I was doing.”
    His words and touch, and the blaze in his eyes made her shiver. Heat from his powerful body poured over her. She couldn’t talk, couldn’t think of anything to say.
    “Becky.” His voice came out raspy. “I want to kiss my wife.”
    She had a word now. “Yes.”
    He skated his thumb down her throat to the fluttering pulse. “Tonight is only for kissing.” Leaning down, he added, “We have three months together. You’re going to take all the time you need because you’re worth waiting for to have in my bed.”
    Becky had no chance to reply as his full, warm mouth glided over her lips.
    Logan groaned. She felt him grab onto the counter, locking her between his powerful biceps. Angling his head, he licked and coaxed until she opened, giving him access. He tasted of dinner and that richer, masculine flavor that was all his. He dived in, his tongue commanding as he explored her, filling her with his taste.
    Becky dug her fingers into his sides, desperate to hold on. Growing bolder, she tangled her tongue with his, getting more aggressive with every thrust. A whimper of burning need clawed up her throat. Every part of her ached to feel more of him, all of him.
    He pulled back, his gaze scorching. Leaning his forehead against hers, he growled out. “Damn, sugar. You’re killing me.”
    Her skin pulled tight, and need burned in her throat, down her chest, torturing her nipples. But he held his body back from hers, denying her what she craved. “You’re not touching me.”
    Keeping his hands anchored on the counter, he leaned in, kissing from her mouth to her ear. “I’m trying to keep my promise. Kissing. Only kissing. Not stripping that dress off you and… Jesus, Becky.” He buried his face in her neck.
    His spicy, leather scent filled every empty part of her. But when he lightly scraped his teeth over her tender skin, hot stabbing aches made her squirm with the need for touch. He lashed his warm tongue over the sting, and Becky sank her fingers into his hair, holding him to her, desperate to be enveloped in his arms, surrounded by the hot feel of Logan.
    Unable to bear it, she pressed her body into his hard chest, silently begging him to hold her. The contact tortured the hard points of her nipples. Against her belly his erection pulsed, scorching her. He gently bit, licked, and sucked the sensitive spot at the curve of her neck, shooting whips of hot pleasure through her. Sending her too high, too fast with nothing to hold onto. Finally she said, “I want you to touch me. Please.”
    …
    Becky’s taste was addictive, destroying his will. It was taking everything he had to keep his hands anchored on the counter. This was for her. Only her. Didn’t matter how badly he wanted her, how desperately he longed to slide that dress down to explore her full breasts. To touch and taste, fit his mouth over her swollen nipples and suck. The roof of his mouth itched with imagining what her nipples would feel and taste like.
    Wait. Her words seeded into his brain. She’d asked him to touch her. Finally, it penetrated his mind that while he was struggling to hold back, Becky burrowed against him. Her arms wrapped around his