Page 33 of Saved By the Marines (Soldiers Of Misfortune)

“We’ll figure something out. We can’t walk all the way back to the city,” Wolfe said. “In the meantime, watch over her.”

We all turned and looked at her. She’d seen better days. There were bruises and cuts marring her soft skin. I had a feeling there wouldn’t be an inch that didn’t have some kind of wound. Her feet had taken the brunt of the damage, though. She’d been running through the rainforest with no shoes.

Pride in her resolve to escape was like a live wire inside of me. She was stronger than I ever gave her credit for. “I will.”

They searched through the cabinets in the tiny kitchen area, seeing if there was anything that would help. That asshole had blown up all our supplies along with the Jeep.

Wolfe grabbed a couple of flashlights and they headed out. I went to the sink and turned on the water. My brows shot up when clear water started flowing. I wouldn’t trust it enough to drink it, but it would let me clean the bedraggled woman sleeping like the dead in the corner. She’d earned her rest, but I needed to clean her cuts and scrapes before they got infected.

Rummaging through the cabinets, I found a large bowl and a cloth. Filling the bowl with water, I brought it over to the bed. I studied her face, anger raging within me at the black eye that had swollen her eye shut. Those assholes had hit her. Kip was right, I wished we could go back and kill them all over again. Had I known then what they did to her, I would have taken my time killing them.

I rolled her onto her back, my lips twitching when she let out a little snore. She was beyond exhausted. My fingers went to the little snaps holding her silky blouse closed and opened them. It didn’t take me long to maneuver her around and strip it, her little shorts, and panties off.

Swallowing hard, I tried to ignore the fact that she was completely naked in front of me, but that was impossible. Her tits were perky and full, perfect handfuls. My eyes raked over her flat stomach down to the juncture of her thighs. I swore as my cock hardened painfully behind my zipper. She was going to be the death of me.

Picking up the cloth, I squeezed the excess water from it before swiping it gently over her skin. She murmured, her brows pulling down in a frown at the touch of the cold water. When I kept going she batted at me with her hands and tried to roll.

I placed one hand on her hip, holding her still so I could wash her. She huffed, but settled down so I could complete my task. Not one inch of her skin was safe from my ministrations. I cleaned her fully, being extra careful with her tender feet.

It’d taken multiple bowls of water to clean the dirt from her skin, but she was finally fresh and clean. Toeing off my boots, then shucking my own clothes, I used the cloth to wipe myself down. It would be a while before the others got back and I wouldn’t mind a quick nap.

I locked the door and propped a chair against the handle. It would be enough of a delay against any intruders for me to get up and be ready to fight. I grabbed my 1911 from its holster and walked—naked—back to the bed where Bailey was sleeping. I managed to tug the blanket out from under her and draped it over us as I laid down beside her.

Pulling her so that her back and ass were flush against my own body, I set the gun nearby in case I needed it and let myself listen to her soft breathing until I fell asleep.

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I only dozed,hyper vigilant of every sound and possible threat that could find our safe spot. My arm was draped over Bailey’s hip as I woke up from my little cat nap. My eyes opened and I looked down at her. She looked so fucking innocent sleeping there. She was also incredibly beautiful. Her full lips were parted and I could imagine sliding my dick between them.

My hard-on pressed between her ass cheeks and I couldn’t resist grinding my hips against her, sliding my dick along her skin. I hadn’t allowed myself to touch her inappropriately earlier because I’d been bathing her to ensure she didn’t get sick. The caretaker was gone. Only the predator in me remained. She was my prey, and it was time.

I couldn’t seem to help myself. I raised my hand and cupped her breast, squeezing my fingers around her soft flesh. She moaned in her sleep, only driving me forward. I was a bastard. I knew I shouldn’t be touching her while she was sleeping, but I’d been denying my feelings for her for too long. From the minute she’d stepped off that plane, I’d wanted to do this. To touch her and hear the screams of pleasure I knew I could drag from her mouth.

I tweaked her nipple, enjoying the little mewling sound she made. Glancing at her face, I saw that she was still asleep. It made me wonder if she was dreaming about this as I did it? Had I invaded her mind like I wanted to conquer her body?

Moving downward, I rolled her until she was lying on her back. I flipped the blanket away and let my gaze roam over her. Even scraped up she was so fucking beautiful. Her battle scars only turned me on more.

Crouching between her splayed thighs, I leaned forward and closed my lips over one raspberry shaded nipple. She tasted like the sweetest dessert and I was fucking starving.

Raking my teeth over the tender peak, I released it after laving it once with my tongue. There was somewhere else I wanted to taste even more. Watching the frown play over her features as she slept, I laid down between her silky thighs.

I didn’t bother to go slow and I certainly wasn’t going to wake her up and ask permission. There was nothing to ask, she was mine. Ours. She just didn’t know it yet, but she was about to. My mouth closed over her clit and I sucked, one long hard draw on her sensitive flesh.

Her gasp was loud in the room, but I watched her closely. Her head moved back and forth sluggishly as I circled my tongue over her tender little bud. She was feeling every ounce of pleasure I was wringing from her body, but she wasn’t fully awake.

I wanted to make her feel good. As much as I wanted to sink my dick into her welcoming body, I wasn’t going to. She was too banged up. The last thing I wanted was to cause her more pain. My tongue dropped down, lapping up the juices that had started flowing out of her pussy. I could eat this delicious little cunt all night and still never have enough of her.

Getting into it now, I took turns dipping my tongue inside her pussy, then swiping it back up to torment her clit. Soon enough her body was trembling and her legs had closed on my head like a vise.

Hands yanked on my hair and I looked up into her shocked expression. Her lips were wet and parted and though one eye was swollen shut she was gorgeous. “You taste so fucking good,” I growled.

One eye widened and a groan erupted from between her lips as I flicked her clit hard with my tongue and sank a finger into her pussy. She clenched down on me and I wished it was my cock feeling her pussy spasm.

“Jasper,” she gasped, head dropping back. “What are you doing?”

I’d never liked the sound of my name before, but now I just wanted to make her scream it. Make her come so hard she startled all the animals nearby with her cries.

“Eating breakfast and I’m not stopping,” I rumbled against her flesh, not bothering to lift my head while I spoke.

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