Page 60 of Bad Girls Don't Marry Marines (Rock Canyon, Idaho 3)

Still inside her, Justin rolled them over until she was looking up at him. He sat back on his heels and placed a pillow under her hips. At his first angled thrust, she gripped the bedspread and held on, squealing and moaning. When she felt his motions slow and grow uneven, she opened her eyes to watch him come, his head thrown back, the muscles in his neck and shoulders tense. A deep shout rose up from him, and with one last pump, his cock jerked inside her.

Justin looked down at her, and Val felt a wave of tenderness as he smiled softly. After he pulled out and lay down next to her, he brought her up against him and kissed her forehead. “Are you okay?”

“Mmm hmmm.” She nuzzled her nose into his neck.

“Did I hurt—”

“Justin, I’m short, not made of glass. I’m fine.”

His body shook with a tired laugh and his lips sought hers. “You are such a sass.”

“I think you like it,” she teased, running her hand along his side.

“Oh, I do. Short and sassy.”

She playfully hit him in the stomach and he pulled back. “Ouch.”

“Aw, poor baby. Should I kiss it and make it better?” She started nibbling her way down only for him to stop her.

“Let me get cleaned up and I’ll definitely take you up on that,” he said, kissing her once more before rolling out of the bed. The light from the bathroom had been left on, giving her a great view of his firm, sculpted ass as he disappeared inside. The water turned on a minute later, and she curled up on her side.

Blocking out any doubts, Val closed her eyes and concentrated on the languid feeling of her limbs. She’d forgotten what good sex was like, let alone amazing. And now that she was taking back her life, there was no reason not to indulge, right?

But once they were done with round two, should she get up and go back to her room? It had been so long since she’d slept with anyone besides Cole, and she’d never slept over with

any of those men. It was definitely less personal to get up after and go, but was that what he wanted?

Grimacing, she felt the first pulse of a headache forming and closed her eyes.

JUSTIN’S HEART HAD slowed to a steady beat by the time he came out of the bathroom and flipped off the light. He made it through the darkness and crawled onto the bed, his hand coming in contact with Val’s soft skin.

She turned toward him and he brought her into his body. His lips found the side of her neck, nuzzling the short strands of her hair aside as he nipped and nibbled. The sweet sound of a giggle escaped her lips and he smiled.

“That was a lot of fun.”

“Hmmm,” she murmured, her fingers trailing over his back. “Definitely worth the wait.”

“Yeah. I’ve wanted to get my hands on you ever since that strip race across the football field. I saw that cute little birthmark on your—”

Her palm smacked his back and he yelped, “Hey!”

“You said you wouldn’t look!” she hissed, her voice belying any anger.

“Oh, come on, why do you think I let you win? The view was better from my angle.”

She broke out into peals of laughter, admitting breathlessly, “I might have peeked once . . . or twice.”

“You’re only human,” he whispered as his head dipped, his lips brushing her collarbone.

“Are you trying to start something?” she teased, wiggling under his mouth.

He lifted his head in surprise. “I was. Why, are you tired?”

“Actually, just my head is, probably from the wine earlier. Do you have any Tylenol?”

Remembering her concussion, Justin cursed. “Shit, are you okay? I wasn’t too rough—”

Her hand found his mouth, covering it. “I’m okay. It was wonderful. I just need something for the headache I feel coming on.”

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