Free Her Secret Wish by J.M. Madden Page B

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    Rachel needed to pee. It had to be about six a.m. Even years after leaving the military, she still got up at the same time every morning. She glanced toward the nightstand but her vision was obscured by a big arm. Well, there was no help for it. She had to go.
    Wriggling and pushing, she managed to get Dean’s heavy arm away from her shoulders. She was laying on his other arm. As quietly as she could she maneuvered her way out of the cocoon of her bed and padded to the bathroom.
    When she returned, there was just enough light to see Dean’s sleepy face, smiling softly at her. He propped himself up on an elbow and watched her enter the room.
    Rachel hadn’t thought he’d be awake yet, so she hadn’t bothered covering herself. Now she wished she had. When she reached for a t-shirt lying on the dresser, he sat up. “Please don’t. Just let me look at you.”
    She was so thankful for the weak light coming in the bedroom window. It gave her some semblance of coverage. Dean seemed to see everything, though.
    Without being self-conscious of his own stunning nudity he left the bed and crossed the room to her. Rachel held perfectly still, though her heart threatened to pound out of her chest. When he reached her, Dean stopped inches away. “You look like a seductress. Shadows and light playing across your skin.” He stroked the very tip of her nipple. “Are you trying to wake me up?”
    Rachel glanced down the length of their bodies. “I think you already woke up,” she said softly, leaning into his hardness.
    Dean chuckled and wrapped his arms around her back, backing her carefully against the edge of the bed. “Maybe…” he drawled as he lowered her to the mattress and rolled on the condom that he’d palmed from the bedside table.
    Rachel shivered in the cool of the room. Or was it him making her shiver? Probably both. As he shifted his big body over hers and he became all she could see and feel and smell, she decided it was definitely Dean that made her body react like this.
    When he pressed into her ready heat, Rachel moaned, unable to keep her body from tightening around him. And as he rocked into her, lean hips surging beneath her hands, she allowed herself to languish in the decadent nature of his arousal. He was massive in body and heart. Though she had some experience, she’d never warmed physically or emotionally to another man like she had with Dean. It was overwhelming, and just a little scary.
    Already, she could tell that her heart was irretrievably wrecked.
    Dean reached down, cupping her thighs and lifting her knees. Arching above her he looked down at her in the dim light. “Are you okay?”
    Rachel nodded, panting. “Oh, yes. That feels incredible,” she sighed.
    Dean seemed to think so as well because his movements began to speed up. His rhythm lost a little of its perfection, being overwhelmed by excitement. Rachel arched her hips, needing contact a little to the right. Oh, yes, right there . Her breath caught in her throat as the welling heat of her orgasm rolled over her. “Oh, Dean ,” she cried out. Then she couldn’t say anything else.
    Keeping the rhythm, he waited until her euphoria had eased before pulling out of her. Rachel blinked up at him in surprise, but he grinned at her. “Trust me.”
    His broad hands carefully gripped her hips and turned her over, then he pulled her up onto her knees. Rachel would have been embarrassed if she could have seen herself, but the eroticism of the position supplanted her embarrassment. She felt Dean behind her, looking at her.
    “Are you okay, sweetheart?”
    Rachel nodded immediately. “I am. Just didn’t expect this.”
    Dean ran a hand from her shoulders to her ass, pausing to draw a circle on the skin of her butt cheek. “You have a beautiful shape. I’ve thought about it way too much.”
    Rachel snorted. “Really?”
    Without answer he wedged his hips tight against her, his cock nestled between them. He rocked them up,