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“You have?”
“First time I saw you, I wanted to bend you over the nearest flat surface.”
“The first time you saw me, you scowled and then ignored me the rest of the night.”
“And why do you think that was?”
“I figured because of your grumpy personality.”
He pulled his fingers out and jammed them back in.
Oh. Sweet, sweet pain.
“True. But also, because I couldn’t have you. Not even to honor the age-old tradition of the groomsmen fuck, which was my due.”
He pulled out of her and his hands went to her breasts. A reverent look crossed his face when her breasts spilled over his hands.
“Mercy. I love how big they are. Probably can’t get it all in my mouth but I’m gonna die trying.”
He winked, and all the pent-up tension left her body. She pulled him closer. “I’m ready.”
His forehead pressed to hers. “Thank fuck.”
With one swift thrust, he entered her body.
She screamed.
Her romance novels hadliedto her! There was no “small discomfort, immediately followed by waves of ecstasy.” Losing her virginity hurt. A lot.
Hector didn’t move an inch. He lay still, frozen on top of her.
“You okay?” This time, when he asked the question, it came out as a growl.
Sweat had formed on his forehead and she realized he was holding himself back for her.
“I’m fine.”
“Don’t lie to me. I hurt you. Wish it could have been different, but there was no other way. We’re gonna take this slow.”
Apparently ‘slow’ in his vocabulary meant no movement at all.
It took her a full minute—with his heat pulsing inside her—to realize he was giving her time to recuperate. To catch her breath. For the pain to dull. She didn’t think it was possible to love him more.
It took a while for her muscles to relax. Then she started moving. First, she started kissing him. Their tongues met in a heated duel. Kissing, sucking, bringing them closer. Her legs, which had tensed up, fell apart. She thrusted up against him, slowly moving, seeking for friction.
“Don’t make me beg. I want you to take me. I want everything you can give me. I want… you.”
That was all it took.
Hector rolled her knees up to her chest, pinning her folded legs against her breasts. With her practically bent in half, he started drilling into her. She moaned with each brutal slam of his hips. And just like he’d promised, he didn’t let go until they were both completely satisfied.
CHAPTER 14
MARY
Mary woke up and blinked slowly as the sun poured through the blinds. She looked down to see Hector’s arm thrown across her stomach. Last night had been amazing. Yes, she was sore in weird places, but in a good way.
Her fingers trailed over the tattoo on his chest. It was a bald eagle clutching the world in his talons, surrounded by tribal art and “USMC.”