The Right to Bear Arms: BBW Military Paranormal Romance (Wild Operatives, #1) by Vivienne Savage Page B

pressure made me writhe and groan for more.
    I reached back to seize a handful of his hair, unable to do anything more than hold him in place, scream his name, and frantically throw my hips back and forth to ride the crest of his movements.
    “Don’t stop, don’t stop!”
    Russ nipped my ear. The husky growl from him was as animalistic as his tireless pacing. He filled me again and again, spearing my body at depths I never experienced before. Then he pinched my nipple, stretching it, introducing me to a hint of pain. The sudden sting struck as the ideal contrast to my pleasure and the two sensations merged together.
    The moment was too intense, and I felt as if I were shattering into a million pieces that would never be whole again. My walls spasmed around his dick in a series of shockwave contractions, clinging to him the entire time I came. The sensation was different and alien, pulsing through my core until my trembling knees almost gave in. Russ’ arms kept me standing. “Russsss,” I keened his name aloud while tugging his scalp. My other fingers buried into his wrist, my nails biting into his skin, but my sexy Army sergeant never uttered a cross word. Instead, he sank deep and met his own release, pulsing inside me. My only regret was that I couldn’t see his face to enjoy the way he clenched his jaw and squeezed his eyes tight as he came.
    I sagged against the counter with my cheek on the cool marble. Panting hard and fast, I couldn’t compose a thought, much less utter a word to praise my lover.
    Neither of us moved. Russ seemed as content as I was to lay against me, trapping my body against his kitchen counter with his heavier and larger bulk. I closed my eyes, sighed, and enjoyed the close moment between us.
    “I’d make love to you every day like this if I could, Daniela.”
    I wanted to cry. I wanted to call him a liar, but most of all, I wanted to trust him and accept every word. I wanted to believe a man could truly find me attractive again after a decade of the worst degradation and abuse. I wanted to believe in Russ.
    When he finally slipped out of me, my legs had regained their strength. I dipped down without making eye contact to grab my shirt and begin pulling it on, but Russell stopped me with a hand on my wrist.
    “Don’t. Please.”
    “Don’t?”
    “I meant it, Daniela. Don’t hide from me, baby.”
    “I’m not hiding,” I lied. “Just getting dressed.”
    His body stepped in snugly behind me, his cheek against my hair and his arm wrapped around my middle in a tender embrace that left me feeling cherished. “No one here but you and me, darlin’.”
    “Do you really think I look all right?”
    “No, I don’t just think you look all right. I think you’re stunning from head to toe. Not just on the outside, but here too.” Russ placed his hand over my heart. “Come on. I’ll run a bath for us to have a soak before you get into this kitchen again.”
    Trusting Russ, I let him take me by the hand and lead me. Our first bath together was the icing on top of everything else we’d shared since our date, and we held each other until the cooling water pruned our bodies. Afterward, while toweling each other off, we exchanged slow, drugging kisses that made me lightheaded.
    He surprised me with a sudden question. “Why is it so hard for you to believe I like you the way you are?”
    “I’ve never met a guy who looks like you who cares to be with someone like me... When I married my ex, I was a lot skinnier than I am now. He hated that I gained weight.” Back then, my good-looking ex-husband had the physique of a slim running back. His lean build and tight muscular tone gave him a sleek appearance in a football uniform and in my bed.
    “You think because I look like this, that it means I want my woman to be small and dainty?” His laughter made me twist around to look up at him in confusion.
    “Don’t you think girls like Juliette are hot?”
    “She’s obviously not the woman I