Page 41 of Her Marine
Killian sat on the couch, Journee tucked into his side as they watched a horror movie she’d chosen. After they’d cooked and eaten, they ended up on the sofa, and he’d let her choose the film. He’d half expected her to choose a comedy since it was the category she’d started in, but at the last minute, she went down to the horror section and clicked on the first movie in the list.
Journee had her hand on his thigh as he leisurely rubbed his up and down her waist. A part in the movie caused her to jump slightly, and Killian squeezed her waist before going back to running his hand along it.
When the movie ended, Journee stood and stretched. She then picked up the remote and turned the television off before turning to him.
“You planned on staying, right?” she asked.
Killian licked his lower lip. “I am.”
Journee nodded at him. “I’m going to get in the shower.” She approached the hall before stopping and throwing over her shoulder. “You can join me if you’d like.”
Killian watched her go before standing and walking into the kitchen. He grabbed his keys where he’d left them on the countertop and went outside to retrieve his bag from the car. He had no problem joining her. However, Killian knew himself. If he didn’t get his bag now, he wouldn’t until it was time for him to get dressed to leave tomorrow night.
Returning inside, he locked the door behind him before placing his keys in the bowl beside Journee’s on the entry table. He grabbed his phone from the living room and turned the light off, doing the same as he passed the kitchen.
Killian went to Journee’s room which was easy enough to find. The door was open, and the light was on.
When he entered the room, Killian’s eyes were pulled to the blouse she’d been wearing discarded on the floor. A few feet away from it were the pants she’d been wearing. Stepping out of his shoes and socks, Killian left them with his bag as he walked into the bathroom.
Journee was pulling her hair up on top of her head. She stood there in a coral lace bra and panties set. Killian knew the color was not customarily considered sexy. It was more on the innocent side, but innocent wasn’t what he thought when he looked at it. The color contrasted against her hickory skin, a present he couldn’t wait to unwrap.
She turned to look at him, and Killian was far from ashamed that he’d been caught staring. When they’d gone out of town, and he’d been intimate with her, he hadn’t undressed her entirely, leaving her in the shirt she’d been wearing. So, all he wanted was to remove the pieces from her body that were obstructing his view.
Killian closed the distance between them and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her into his chest.
“I can’t tell if you’re teasing me by still having this on. Or indulging me because you knew I’d want to take it off myself.”
Journee smiled at him. “Maybe a bit of both.”
Killian brought his free hand up to unclasp the link on Journee’s bra, and he leaned down and nipped at her bottom lip. His hand then slipped down to smack her on the ass.
“I’m more inclined to think you were teasing me,” he spoke against her lips.
Journee’s hand came to rest on his hardening dick, feeling him through the fabric. “Now, why would I do that?” she inquired with a smirk.
Killian decided not to respond. Grabbing the band of her panties, he pushed what he’d just deemed to himself, the offensive garment, down until they could slide to the floor. Killian stepped back and pulled her bra from her body, tossing it aside as she stepped out of the panties pooled at her feet.
His eyes raked over her, taking in every inch of her, committing every dip and curve to memory. He picked up every subtle movement. From how her stomach dipped barely noticeably when his eyes trailed there or how she shifted almost unperceptively, but he knew it wasn’t from nervousness.
Killian had been so caught up in looking at her, drinking her in, that he hadn’t realized she’d moved back to turn the shower on until the sound of the water echoed throughout the bathroom. His eyes met hers, and she bit her bottom lip briefly.
“Undress for me.”
Killian smirked at her. “Why don’t you undress me, Tigress.”
Journee didn’t respond to him as she walked over. When she stopped before him, Killian watched her look between his shirt and pants. As if she was debating what she wanted to take off first. If she wanted to unwrap her present and get to the best part last or say fuck it and pull it out first.
Killian figured she must have decided the wait would heighten what she felt because she grabbed the hem of his shirt and began to lift. Her fingers gently brushed his sides. When she had his shirt off, she brought one of her hands to the tattoo on his chest and traced it with her fingers before her hand slowly slid down his body.
Journee unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pushing them down, and Killian stepped out of them, kicking them to the side. The entire time Journee’s eyes were fixated on the bulge in his boxers.
He watched her lick her lower lip before she gripped the band of his boxers and slowly pulled them down. He wasn’t sure if she was teasing him again or if she wanted to savor the reveal. It was the first time she’d see him completely naked also.
When Journee had his boxers pulled down enough, his dick sprung out, and Killian listened to her gasp as she paused in her movements. The thought of undressing him momentarily stalled as her attention remained on his dick.
After several long seconds, she removed his boxers, and he kicked them aside.
“I…thought you were exaggerating at the bowling alley,” she informed him, looking up to meet his eyes.
