Free Marrying the Marine-epub by Sabrina McAfee

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    “NOOO!”
    Sandella’s frantic screams jolted Braylon from his dream about flicking his tongue over her tight, erect bud. At first, he’d thought she’d been screaming while exploding inside his mouth. But when he heard her cries a second time, his heart tanked.
    He snatched the covers from his bare torso and hopped out of bed. With his dick hard as a thick pipe against his abdomen he raced across the living room into the guest suite. 
    Sandella writhed and twisted beneath the covers as if she was fighting. He shook her. “Sandella! Wake up!”
    Her eyes shot open. Her chest heaved up and down with each rapid breath. She sat upright and touched a hand to her forehead. “Oh God. I had a nightmare. It seemed so real.”
    He caressed her shoulder. “It’s okay. I’m here, baby.” he said, pulling the beaded string on the lamp. The dim light vaguely lit the room.
    As her breathing returned to normal, Sandella cupped her neck. “My throat is dry.”
    “I’ll be right back with some water.”
    Seconds later when Braylon returned she was still sitting up in bed with a bleak expression, staring at the wall. “I killed him,” she said, turning her gaze toward him.
    Braylon handed her the bottled water. “Who?”
    “My mother’s killer.” She twisted the top off, tilted it to her mouth, and sipped. She let out a sorrowful sigh.
    He gathered her in his arms and squeezed her tight. “You’re safe with me, Sandella.” He kissed the top of her head.
    Her eyes misted. “I’m scared. Will you sleep in here with me tonight?” Long lashes shadowed her face.
    “Of course I will.” Braylon turned off the light and slipped beneath the covers beside her.
    The moonlight sloped from the window, casting a glow over their bodies. When she eased her back up against his chest, her butt scraped his flaccid penis. He swallowed hard. If she wriggled her ass up against him again, he wasn’t going to take the blame for his dick turning to stone.
    “Hold me, Braylon.” Her genuine need slipped from her mouth in a soft sweet voice.
    “Come here, baby.” He wrapped her in his arms. Damn. Her tight ass cheeks stayed nestled against his penis. Now, did she really expect him to lie here next to her and not touch her? While she wiggled up against his dick…wearing nothing but a pair of panties and his dress shirt? 
    I want you bad, Sandella. Braylon stroked her arms. “Has the rash been bothering you?”
    “Not since I took the antibiotic and put on the cream.  Actually, I’m feeling a whole lot better.”
    “Good. Let me know if you need anything.” By the way, do you need any dick? he wanted to ask, but knew that the direct approach wouldn’t be best. She was inexperienced. His fingers lingered on her collarbone.
    Loving the way the soft curves of her backside fit into the hard lines of his torso sent his heart to thudding. Heat spooled in his hardening sac. She brought his hand to her lips and kissed it. Desire zapped straight to his loins. Damn!
    Was she trying to let him know that it was okay if he made a move on her? No, she was too sick. Then again, she did say she felt better and that the medicine was working. There’s only one way to find out. Wanting to make love to a woman while she was sick? He had a damn problem.
    Aching to get inside her, he trailed his hand down her bare thigh. Her body tensed. “It’s hard to lie here next to you and not touch you, Sandella.”
    Softly, she said, “I never said you couldn’t touch me, Braylon.” She rolled to her side and put a soft hand on his stubbly beard.
    “Are you sure?” Nuzzling her nose, he pecked her soft lips. “I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want—”
    Sandella’s tongue darted from her lips straight into his mouth. His shaft knotted. Her smooth lips felt like cotton. 
    He groaned deep inside her throat as he kissed her. She pulled away, leaving his mouth aching to feast between her thighs. “I’ve wanted you from