Free Marrying the Marine-epub by Sabrina McAfee Page B

tonight is not about me, baby,” he said, his spheres heated into hot balls of fire. “It’s about you, and only you.”
    “But—”
    He shook his head defiantly. “But nothing, baby. Trust me,” he put a finger to her chin, “what I have in store for you, you’re going to need way more energy than what you have now.” I’d probably damn near kill you if I fucked you now. “You need to rest first.”
    If she wasn’t so sick, he’d flip her on her stomach and fuck her senseless. But the last thing he needed was for her to wake up sore, raw, and worst off than she already was with the damn rash. Besides he wanted to make sure she was thinking with a clear head when he branded her with his lovemaking. 
    Swallowing, she nodded. “Okay.”
    “Now good night.”
    “Good night.”
    Lying back to back, Braylon’s cock was so hard he could hardly see straight. At one point he contemplated rolling on his side to fuck her. Remembering how he’d curled his tongue over her hard clitoris, he finally fell sound asleep with his hand inside his pants, stroking his cock.  
     
    SANDELLA STIRRED. Feeling like a train had derailed her body while stretched out on a track; she slowly peeled her eyes open to find the bright sun lighting up the white-walled room. She lay on her back looking up at the ceiling as a wave of nausea rolled in the pit of her stomach. The rash on her back itched and her head pounded. She felt like crap and needed her meds in a hurry.  
    Draping an arm over her forehead, memories of last night sailed inside her mind. Braylon had been right. It was a good thing she didn’t have sex—well she did let him provide the best oral sex in the world to her. But as far as penetration, there was no way she could’ve handled that gigantic monster with the little strength she had.
    The memory of being held against his rock hard body, licked by his long talented tongue, brought a smile to her face and a dull ache settled between her legs. Sick and craving him at the same time? Coming to understand that a woman’s body could feel so many different emotions at one time had her bewildered.  Then again, one look at the fine Braylon and she knew exactly why she needed his insatiable body on top of hers, making sweet tender love.
    She sat upright, turned sideways on the bed, and plopped her feet up on the bed’s wooden frame. With her elbow pressed into her thigh, she put her fist to her chin and glared across the room out the window at the river. I’ve gotten myself into a mess. A mess I don’t think I can get out of even if I wanted too. He has no clue I’m a virgin. Should I tell him?
    The bedroom door cracked wide open. Braylon emerged in the doorway smiling ever so handsome and lugging her soft pink suitcase behind him. “Good morning, beautiful,” he said cheerily, coming to a stop in front of her.
    She smiled. “Good morning.” She tilted her head looking up at his gorgeous, masculine face. Her nipples rounded into hard black pebbles. Here I go again . Why couldn’t she stop with all the tingling?
    His potent woodsy fragrance assailed her nostrils. Overnight his dark beard had filled in on his gorgeous face. Oh no…I think I’m in love.
    “Do you always wake up this pretty?” he asked huskily, smiling.
    She blushed. “Thanks,” she said, feeling she probably looked way worse than he was saying.
    He plopped her suitcase up on the bed. “How did you sleep last night?”
    After that good licking you gave me I slept just fine. “I slept well. What about you?”
    “I slept off and on, had something heavy on my mind.” He pushed the suitcase to the far end of the bed. When he sat on the mattress beside her, a subtle creak reverberated throughout the room. 
    As she yearned for him to hold her like he’d done last night, the skin of their arms touched. He grasped her hand. His darkening eyes worried her.
    Please don’t tell me you regret it.  Bracing herself for the worse possible outcome, she