Page 12 of Her Marine Master

Jesus, he wanted to pull those shorts down, part her legs and lick her pussy until she screamed.

And… that was exactly the wrong thought to have at this moment.

He needed to pull it together.She wasn't looking for sex right now, for God's sake.

She licked her lips, staring up at him with those pale green eyes.It wasn't right that she should be that drop dead gorgeous.It shouldn't be legal.

He held out his hand.

She looked at it in surprise—the same surprise he felt at having offered it.What?Was he playing at being her boyfriend now?It didn't matter though, he wasn't going to retract it.He wasn't going to be an asshole to her.Not tonight.Maybe not ever again, the way he felt right now.

Something had shifted for sure.

Her hand fit in his, small and warm.He liked the trusting way she gave it to him, how she looked up at him, like he might erase all her fears, at least for the night.

"Come on," he murmured and led her back to his place."Do you need anything?A snack or something?"He seriously wanted to serve her cookies and milk.Or hot tea.Or whatever would be comforting.The Dom in him sensed the need for aftercare.He'd forgotten what it was like, but he'd missed it on some level.

She shook her head.She hadn't said much.Maybe her throat hurt from being strangled.He didn't mind the quiet.

"You sure you don't want to watch TV?The Bourne Identityis on."

She smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes."No… I'll just go to bed.Thanks."

She padded to his bedroom and pushed the door closed, but didn't shut it all the way.Despite her assertion that she was going to bed, he heard her moving around his bedroom and the light never went out.

Should he check on her?

"Kaitlyn?"He called her name softly, in case she was asleep.But loud enough that if she was awake, she'd come back out.He had a feeling going straight to bed wasn't going to be the best thing after a trauma.And he'd had plenty of experience.

She didn't answer, but he heard movements from his room.What in the hell was she doing in there?

He didn't want to intrude, but he didn't want to leave her hanging on her own and feeling raw.That's how he found himself standing outside the door, peering through the gap.

Holy hell.

She was looking through his bedside drawer—the one where he kept the kinky shit.Like lube and butt plugs and… yeah.She picked up a hand paddle and spun it around.He ought to be ashamed of himself.Instead, seeing her curiosity sent a fresh surge of lust kicking through him.

"Shouldn't you be in bed?Getting some rest?"

She jerked and looked up with guilty surprise on her face."Uh… is this yours?"She spun the paddle around like she admired the feel of it—not like someone who was revolted.

"Yep."He raised an eyebrow, doing his best to look stern."Do you need a demonstration?"He toed the door open and folded his arms across his chest.

Her full berry lips parted, tongue darted out to moisten them.Her nipples tented the thin fabric of her shirt."Yeah."

Yeah?

He hadn't expected that answer.

A flush had crept over her cheeks and her eyes looked dilated.

Oh God.He'd been thinking about spanking her ripe little ass since the day he first met her.But no… it was a terrible idea.She had no clue what she'd be getting herself into.He shook his head."Sorry Dimples.I don't think you have any idea what you're saying."

Her chin kicked up a notch."Don't be so sure, Marine."

Was that a challenge?His cock liked her sass.Too much.He should definitelynotbe getting spanky with this girl right now."Nope.You need to get your rest."He raised his eyebrows and jerked his head toward the bed, doing his best attempt at Daddy-Dom, which he didn't even know was in his repertoire.

She held the paddle out to him.Her hand shook."I need a demonstration."Her voice cracked.