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“You’re such a caveman,” Allison complains. She deepens her voice. “Me big bad Marine. Must watch war movies!” She makes fists and flexes her biceps in a perfect muscle man pose. Worm can’t be offended at her imitation of him. He finds her to be too damn cute to be annoyed with her.

He attempts to pull her to him again, but she dances out of his reach. She snags the remote off the nightstand and begins to flip through the channels. She mutters to herself at action movies that are on cable. She chooses an app and quickly types in her login information.

“Here,” Allison declares. “This is a classic. It has everything anyone can want. Kidnapping, intrigue, sword fighting…” Worm perks up at that and moves over to sit next to her on the bed before glancing at the T.V. “...and kissing.”The Princess Brideis on the screen.

“Come on,” he groans. “My sisters make me watch this all the time.” Allison presses the play button. Worm knows it’s a waste of breath to argue. It’s been his experience that once a woman starts on that movie, there’s no stopping her.

Fluffing the pillows along the headboard, he rests his back against it pulling Allison into his side. She rests her head on his right pectoral and snuggles into him. “You know you love it.” Worm chuckles because the woman is correct. He does love the movie, but he must protest. His man card demands it.

They settle in to watch the movie. Allison giggles from time to time when something amusing happens. Worm is amazed at how right it feels to have her laying on his chest and doing something so simple. He tries to recall the last time he’d been on an actual date. It must have been right after finishing basic.

He’d taken a girl, Cindy, from his hometown out to the movies while he’d been home on leave, at the insistence of his grandparents who were close friends with her family. He’d seen her around the high school but didn’t know her. He grimaces recalling the night. She’d been all giggly, giving him moon-eyes. He’d known it was a mistake when her father had opened the door, but he was already there, so he'd taken her out anyway.

The entire night she’d rattled on and on about how she could go to college anywhere so she didn’t mind him being in the Marines and the possibility of moving from base to base. He’d managed not to groan out loud when she’d dropped that little bomb.

Apparently, she’d gotten it in her head they were going to be an item and get married. It hadn’t been easy, but he’d politely let her down, telling her in no uncertain terms he wasn’t interested in marriage any time soon. He glances down at Allison who’s giggling again at something Mancini has said.Why did the thought of marriage draw his attention to Allison?

“Don’t you just love and hate Mancini?” Allison peers up at him from her nest on his chest. Her hazel eyes are bright and expectant.

“Yeah, he’s an idiot, but you can’t keep from laughing at the shit he says,” Worm agrees with her, glad to be distracted by the movie again. Allison laughs, resting her head on him again. It crosses his mind he could easily lay here with her for days and not be bored.

By the time Wesley has saved Buttercup and Montoya has bested the six-fingered man, Worm and Allison have slumped down in his bed, until they’re laying on their backs, side by side. His hand has been absently moving over Allison’s back in small circles.

Worm lets his hand drift lower to smooth over her hip. A low hum escapes her as the credits roll. The soft, hungry sound snaps him into action. Using the arm he has behind her back, he rolls her to lay on top of him. Her gasp is cut off when he captures her mouth with his, their tongues dancing.

“Caveman,” Allison moans while his tongue leaves a trail down her neck. He sucks the soft flesh into his mouth when he reaches the junction of her shoulder. Her hands slide down to pull his t-shirt from his waistband, pushing the fabric up. His abdomen tightens when her hands slide over his taut flesh.

His hands cup her ass, squeezing the firm globes. Another moan escapes her when he presses her sex against his hardened length. His mind races as his body readies to finally have her, lowering his hands to slip them under her dress and caress her soft skin. He trails up her thighs, his fingers brushing over the strip of silk that keeps him from touching her secret place.

“Yes,” she breathes out on a pant. “Please, Russell. I’m so ready for you.” Her panties are soaked with her need. He is more than ready for her, too.

“You sure are, baby,” he murmurs, pushing the scrap of material out of his way to drag his fingers through her folds, loving how wet she is for him. Swirling his thumb over her clit causes her to pump her hips in response with a greedy moan. Two fingers drive deep inside eliciting more ravenous sounds. His mouth leaves a wet trail along her collarbone as he seeks out the succulent flesh of her breasts that are still covered by her clothes. He needs to get them out of the way, but she’s so close to coming. The walls of her soaking pussy are beginning to tighten on his fingers.

“Oh, God! Yes! Don’t stop!” Allison rears up, throwing her head back, riding his hand. Her hips move in time with his hand. A gush of fluid coats his fingers while her hips move erratically. She’s so fucking gorgeous when she comes. She drops on top of him, her chest heaving. Little tendrils of her hair are flapping with each puff of breath.

Worm is about to strip her down and roll her onto her back so he can, at long last, bury his aching cock inside her, but a shrill sound causes both of them to stiffen. The loud sound comes again from the pocket of Allison’s dress.

16

ALLISON

“Ah, shit!” Allison exclaims, raising up to dig for her phone. The euphoria leaves her body in an instant when she recognizes the ringtone of her cell phone. Plucking it from her pocket she looks down at her phone, wanting it to be anyone other than who she expects it to be. Her face falls when she sees ‘Dad’ on the caller ID.

A sick feeling comes over her. There’s no way he could know what she’s doing, right? She scrambles to get off Russell’s body and into a sitting position on the side of the bed. He scoots his hips back to sit up, peering at her with concern. She glances at him briefly with regret.

“Hello?” she answers when she’s half certain she can speak without sounding too breathless.

“Allison? It’s dad. Are you alright?” her father asks.

“Yes, I’m fine. Why?” she replies, confused by his questioning.

“You sound out of breath.”Shit!

“I was just startled when the phone rang.” Her father makes a sound indicating he isn’t convinced.

“Your mother is worried sick. Your Aunt Lettie called and said you didn’t show up to the girls’ afternoon,” her father explains. “Why didn’t you go?”

Allison doesn’t want to lie to her father, but she definitely isn’t going to tell him she’s alone with Russell in his hotel room. Lord, the scandal that would cause. “I was tired, daddy. It was a long flight here yesterday, and I hadn’t gotten any sleep the night before. We all had dinner together last night. Then Emma woke me up at the ass-crack of dawn this morning to go to the aquarium.”

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