Becca soon realizes she wasn’t meant to be a military wife. She thought she was strong, but the long months praying and waiting for his safe return have left her broken. When he leaves her yet again, she knows it’s time to call it quits, no matter how much her heart tells her to stay.
Nate isn’t ready to let go of his wife just yet. The fire they share is too hot to ignore. Nate comes home to an empty bed, but refuses to let it stay that way long. Till death do us part means something to Nate and he’s not dead yet…
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An entire month. Oh, what he could do with a month.
In the distance, Camp
Lejeune came into view. As the tarmac
grew in size, he began to search the small crowd of crew and family. The second
he saw flame red strands curling in the wind, his body tightened with need. Resting his head back, he clenched his fists,
trying to get a little control over himself.
The heli began its
descent, and he opened his eyes. He
sought the woman out again and focused on her as they lowered. She caught his stare and her wide smile made
his chest tighten.
Before they’d barely
landed, he leapt off the transport. He
had one thing on his mind and one thing only.
Rebecca.
Being so close to her
that they became one.
A shiver raced down his
spine as he approached, trying like hell not to make a total fool of himself in
front of family members there to welcome his team home. He paused inches from her and dropped his
duffel nearby. The floral perfume she
always wore tickled his nose and made his dick hard.
No, harder.
She was just as
gorgeous as always, her riot of red locks blowing around her. Her green eyes lit like gems, the sparkle of
wit and intelligence burning through.
Her full, pink lips twisted in a wicked smile, one which had brought him
to his knees before. Nate’s gaze took a
stroll down her curves, and his hands itched to grab her waist and drag her
against him.
He wasn’t sure what was
stopping him.
One of her copper brows
rose. She gave him a mock salute. “Hiya, Master Gunnery Sergeant
Morrissey. Welcome home.”
Her voice was deep and
as warm as whiskey. It made him ache.
Nate couldn’t hold back
his leering grin another second. “That’s
not much of a welcome, Becca.”
She leaned in a
little. “Would you like me to drop to my
knees and blow you right here?”
If the thought of
seeing that hadn’t been so erotic, he’d have laughed at her suggestion—but it
only made his hold on his control slip all the more. Seeing the same desire reflected back at him
wasn’t helping. “Hey, I’m game if you
are,” he whispered back before looking over his shoulder. “But I don’t need a court martial.”
Becca leaned in and
pressed her lips to his. She wrapped her
hand along the back of his neck to hold him still. For a split second, he let her control the
kiss. But just for a second. He was too hungry not to claim her properly.
Nate slid a hand
through that mane of curls and feasted on her lips, starving for a good long
taste. His heart hammered in his chest,
his body more than prepared for more.
But not here.
Nate felt like a
schoolboy, unable to control himself.
They weren’t going far before he was inside her.
As they broke apart, he
glanced down into her lust-filled face and had to grin. Becca had that just fucked look simply from a
kiss? Oh, tonight’s going to be fun.
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