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What is wrong with me?<br /> A one-night stand with the handsome guy? <br /> It’s just for a week, but I just want to be sure that we stay on the same page.<br /> a pitiful whimper comes from me as I feel the loss of his soft lips on mine. <br /> “Let’s do it.” I walk away from him.<br /> “See you can read my mind too. Now, come here.”<br /> He leans in and our touch starts soft and slow. <br /> I feel like with each touchI fall deeper and deeper under his spell.<br /> “If you want to stop that’s okay, just tell me.”<br /> “Jonathan, please don’t stop. I want this.”<br /> ————————<br /> Emily&#039;S POV<br /> When we first walked in, I had heard the whooping and hollering of fun being had in the back of the bar where the pool tables were, but was too deep in my own head to notice that same fun had moved to the foosball table next to us. All that fun comes in the form of three unnaturally hot guys.<br /> I knew with a quick glance that all three were attractive but I couldn’t take my eyes off the one with the dimples. And that laugh! There was something infectious about his laugh that just makes you smile and want to laugh too. Our entire table seems memorized by it.<br /> This man is magnificent.<br /> I finally remember to breathe, but I continue staring at him with a smile on my face while taking inventory of him. I had already noticed the dimples from his side profile but when he looks right at me with those adorable little indents in his cheeks, that perfect smile and those eyes. I wouldn’t know, because I’m not sure I would know any of the colors of the rainbow at this moment. He is simply beautiful. He must be a little over six feet tall, with short dark brown hair, an olive complexion, the most beautiful pair of lips I have ever seen, and those eyes! He has long, dark eyelashes that any woman would pay good money for and he was just born with them. He is the epitome of tall, dark and handsome.<br /> But there was something different at work here and not just an attraction. There was something familiar about him. I know that I’ve never seen him before, because I would remember him. But there was a connection that shot right through me the moment those magnificent eyes locked on to mine.<br /> Suddenly, I realize he isn’t just looking back at me, but he’s staring at me like we are the only two people in the bar and with a huge smile on his face. Well, Look at me, just sitting here smiling back at him. I know right then and there that he is trouble with a capital T!<br /> Knowing I need to take a moment to break the spell he has me under, I yell over to the girls. “Guys, I’ll be right back.”<br /> “And where do you think you’re going, chica?” Cami asks like she can’t believe I would want to miss any of the show happening in front of us.<br /> “Just the little girls room. I’ll be right back. Promise.”<br /> When I leave the comfort of my throw pillows and window seat, I make a point of not making eye contact with Dimples as I scurry past the foosball table. Once in the bathroom, I turn on the faucet and put my wrists under the flow of the ice cold water to help calm the heat that overtook me the instant he looked at me. I wet a paper towel with cold water and dab it on the back of my neck. Better.<br /> What is wrong with me?<br /> Instant connection and flirting with hot guys is not in my plan. With the crazy that is my life, there is no room for relationships, innocent flirting or a wretched one-night stand. <br /> After taking a moment to remind myself that flirting isn’t an option, I feel cooled down enough to head back out. But when I pull open the bathroom door, something seems different. It’s quiet. Thank goodness. This must mean Dimples and his crew of hotties have left. Thank God for small miracles.<br /> Making my way back to the table I’m convinced that there are no such things as small miracles. Dimples and his hotties were not only still here, but had pulled up stools and were at our table.<br /> You have got to be kidding me!<br /> So, much for our prime seating and my comfy window seat. This just keeps getting better. Any other time in my life I might have felt differently, but this was the last thing I needed.<br /> As I approach the table, Dimples immediately stands up and makes way for me to take back my seat in the window. As I scoot by him it’s like there’s a heat coming off of him that I can feel without even touching him, and my stomach flips with excitement. As I sit down he reaches his hand out and says, “Hi, I’m Jonathan. It’s really nice to meet you.”<br /> “Emily, nice to meet you too,” I say taking his hand in mine.<br /> I try to ignore the warmth of his hand and the heat that it sent crashing through my body, but it’s impossible. This doesn’t happen in real life though. This happens in the romance novels I am addicted to. Even with my crazy class schedule, and my belief that there is no such thing as a happily ever after, I just can’t fight my addiction to novels full of love and passion. But I need to remind myself that this is not a romance novel. This is real life and this could not be happening.<br /> “Emily, these are my brothers, Shell, but you can call him Matt and D but you can call him Devon.” It’s obvious that they aren’t really brothers but clearly they’re very close.<br /> His deep voice is just as enthralling as his laugh, only sexier. That’s just freaking great!<br /> With a raise of my hand I give them a small smile and a wave. Shell, but you can call him Matt, did the same and Devon reached across the table and shook my hand. “Nice to meet you, Emily.”<br /> “So, now that introductions are finished, can I get you a drink, Emily?” Jonathan asked.<br /> “Nope. I’m fine, thank you.”<br /> “Well, we’re getting your friends here some fresh beers but wanted to wait to see what you might like. Are you sure we can’t get you something?”<br /> Not wanting to be the odd man out I say, “An iced tea would be great, thanks.”<br /> “You sure you don’t want a drink?”<br /> “I’m not much of a drinker, Jonathan, and I’m the DD for the week so an iced tea would be fantastic.”<br /> His reply is to put those dimples to work one more time and he and the guys leave to get the drinks.<br /> “I thought this was a girls trip!” I yell-whisper to the other girls.<br /> “Oh, come on Em, lighten up and have some fun,” Cami lecturesI can tell by the way he’s staring at me that he wants me to play but before I can refuse Sam and Steph come to my rescue and jump up. Thank God! Jonathan starts to open his mouth to say something, but then drops his shoulders with a pout and turns towards the game table. As he walks away he looks over his shoulder with a smile and a wink and then turns back to Sam &amp; Steph.<br /> “Ladies, challenge accepted. Don’t think D and I will go easy on you either. We’re Marines and we always give everything our all.” He says this last bit with his eyes right on me. Why do I get the feeling that last statement had two different meanings?<br /> Matt looks like he doesn’t know what to do with himself as he sits here with just Cami and I. Poor guy. He seems so shy. Cami tries to combat the awkward silence and asks, “So Matt, why does Jonathan call you Shell?”<br /> “My last name is Shellenberg,” he replies.<br /> “So, the three of you are Marines then?”<br /> “Yes, ma’am. The three of us met here in California where we’re stationed at Camp Pendleton. Jonathan’s our Squad Leader, Devon is his right hand and I’m in motors. I do the driving and make sure that our vehicles are functioning and get us where we need to go. We’re on the last week of our two week leave before we take off for nine months in Afghanistan. Jonathan just went home to see his mom in Georgia for a week and Devon was back home in Portland. My parents are coming here to visit in a few days so, I’m hanging with the guys while I can before they get here.”<br /> I look up and see that Jonathan’s watching us. As soon as he sees me notice, he gives me another wink and I just roll my eyes at him. He lets out another one of his amazing laughs and I can’t help but giggle back at him as the warmth from his laughter engulfs me. That laugh and that smile . . . they can really wreak havoc on a girl. He is most certainly Trouble.<br /> I feel the heat rising from my neck and up to my face as I realize what I’ve just said. I wish I could take it right back. Maybe there’s too much noise in here and he didn’t hear me? If only I could be so lucky. Going by the eating grin I see on his face right now, luck is not on my side.<br /> With a raised eyebrow he asks, “So, you like an accent do you?”<br /> “No, I didn’t say that I liked it, I said that I’m sure it helps you in the dating department. Since I don’t date, I wasn’t referring to myself.”<br /> “Oh, so you don’t date, interesting . . .” He assesses me out of the corner of his eye and takes a drink of his Corona. “So, why don’t you date?”<br /> “Just not my thing,” I say with a shrug of my shoulders, wanting to talk about anything other than my dating status or lack thereof. <br /> ...<br /> We’re back at Ole’s again today but this time we’re hanging in the back where the pool tables are. Sam and I are beating the pants off Steph and Cami in the longest game of pool in the history of the game. None of us are any good at this game and we talk in between turns so often we may never finish it.<br /> “So, you are seriously going to stick with your story that nothing happened last night with Jonathan?” Steph says as we lean back against the end of the bar.<br /> “There isn’t anything to tell, Steph. We just talked all night and he was a perfect gentleman. Sorry to disappoint.” I say as I bump her shoulder with mine.<br /> I make my way over to the other side of the table where the cue ball has landed, and just as I do I see a group of guys coming to play at the table next to us. I take my shot, and miss of course, and as I turn around there is a cute guy with red hair and a smirk—that says he’s up to know good—looking me up and down without even trying to hide it. He extends his hand and says, “Hey, I’m Paul. Who are you?”<br /> Even though he says it while looking at me like I am his next meal, that part of me that is always nice to everybody extends her hand and says, “Emily, nice to meet you.”<br /> As soon as I take his hand I see Paul’s eyes trained on something behind me. Before he even reaches me I feel him. Jonathan is here and I feel the smile uncontrollably stretching across my face while the butterflies in my stomach kick it up a notch.<br /> A few seconds later I feel his arm around my shoulder. He pulls me into his side and with a gentle touch to my temple he says, “What’s up, Gracie?”<br /> Oh God, he smells so good. I. Can’t. Breathe. Not only is he touching me but on natural instinct my arm goes around his waist, and we’re holding each other like we’ve done it a hundred times and called me Gracie again. It feels like he’s stepped up his game from last night and he’s staking his claim. I should mind, but I don’t. I want him to stake his claim and I want Paul and every other guy in San Clemente to see it too.<br /> Confused, Paul says, “I thought you said your name was Emily?”<br /> “It is, my friend here just likes to annoy me,” I say and I can feel Jonathan looking at me. I can sense the big grin on his face and can just imagine what those dimples look like right now.<br /> And with that Jonathan starts walking us away from Paul and always the polite person that I am, I turn and say over my shoulder, “It was nice to meet you, Paul. Good luck with your game.”<br /> “I would say, Paul’s game was going pretty well until I arrived.”<br /> “He was creepy. Thanks for the rescue.”<br /> “Anytime, Emily. Anytime.”<br /> ...<br /> We walk out into the ocean air and start our walk to the hotel. While we walk I look straight ahead as Jonathan walks beside me. I know he’s waiting for me to speak.<br /> “What is this?” I ask quietly memorized by the art on his arm.<br /> “This is my family crest. My last name is Kelly. My dad’s side of the family is Irish.”<br /> “It’s beautiful.”<br /> “Thanks.”<br /> He takes my face in his hands and lifts my eyes to his face, and then leans forward and touches my forehead. The heat from the feeling of embarrassment leaves me as a different kind of heat fills my body.<br /> With a lift of his hand he says, “Night ladies,” over my head to Steph and Cami. Then he brings his attention back to me and says, “Night, Gracie.”<br /> It’s now that I notice that Cami and Steph are waiting for me to go inside and Devon is waiting for Jonathan just a few steps away. Once again, everything seems to fade away when he’s around. As I stand there staring at those beautiful lips that just touched my forehead and called me Gracie, he removes them from my view.<br /> He and Devon turn and walk away to head back to Scarlett, leaving me high from this touch and wondering how I will ever get to sleep now? <br /> ...<br /> The text message alert on my phone wakes me and I realize I must have fallen asleep out here on the ocean view deck off of our suite.I look at my phone and stop the panic attack I was about to have when I realize that I still have two hours to get ready. Thank God!<br /> I now have two hours to get ready so I head to the bathroom and start a bath. Taking a nice, hot, relaxing bubble bath is a rare thing when living the college life with roommates. <br /> The water is finally ready and I climb in to the steaming water. I lean back in the tub and think back to my hike with Jonathan and that touch. Just thinking about the moment he finally touched me fills me with a feeling I have never known. I can feel everything again as I relive the moment in my head. A moment that I never wanted to end. His hands, his lips, his tongue and the bulge that I felt pressed into me as he held me against him. I wanted to rub my hands all over his hard body but I was holding on for dear life around his neck, afraid that if I let go and moved at all we might lose our connection. When he did finally stop the touch I felt an instant feeling of loss. I know I’ll never be able to get enough of his touches.<br /> If only we had met in another lifetime . . .<br /> ...<br /> Holding his hand the rest of the hike scares me almost more than the touch. It feels as if he’s claiming me, and as much as I want him to claim me, I also don’t want to lead him on. I’ve been upfront with him and he says he knows it’s just for a week, but I just want to be sure that we stay on the same page.<br /> Along the way there’s another bench and Jonathan veers us towards it, and we both take a seat.<br /> “That was the best decision I have ever made, and I can’t wait to do it again but right now, I need to feed you and make sure you stay hydrated. I only get a week and I don’t want you under nourished or dehydrated. We don’t have time for any of that now, do we?”<br /> “Yes, you did and maybe you’re right. <br /> We sit on our little bench and talk for what seems like forever.<br /> ...<br /> When we get to the hotel he jumps out of the driver’s seat and is around the front of the jeep in a flash to open my door. <br /> At the same time a pitiful whimper comes from me as I feel the loss of his soft lips on mine. <br /> “Let’s do it.” I walk away from him and to the doors of the hotel. “I’ll see you at six o’clock, Georgia. Don’t be late!” I yell over my shoulder to him with a huge smile on my face. The smile I get in return just makes mine grow even larger—if that is even possible!<br /> ...<br /> Waiting for the elevator to arrive I check my reflection in the stainless steel doors in front of me and I must admit I clean up nicely. <br /> The elevator finally arrives and I step inside. <br /> “Hey Gracie, I’m going to . . .”<br /> I interrupt him. “Touch me, Georgia.”<br /> “See you can read my mind too. Now, come here.”<br /> He leans in and our touch starts soft and slow, then his tongue lightly brushes across my lips before he actually touches me. I feel like with each touch I fall deeper and deeper under his spell. Eventually, his weight falls to my side and he’s half laying on me with his leg over me. As he continues to touch me, his hand slips just barley under my tank and the feel of his skin on mine is electric. As his hand goes higher our touch gets more intense and then much to my dismay he pulls away from me.<br /> He climbs over me, stands up and offers me his hand. I can’t help but notice what I was just feeling push into my side is now at eye level and it’s clear I’m not the only one that’s hot and bothered. Once I’m up he pulls a repeat of earlier this afternoon and picks me up so that my legs instantly go around his waist. He carries me to the bedroom with his lips never leaving mine.<br /> “I think this may be more comfortable than that tiny couch,” he says as he pulls the covers back with me still attached to him.<br /> He lays me down horizontally on the bed in the moonlight drenched room while I’m still attached to him. This means he he has to come onto the bed with me, much to my delight. The touch continue at a rapid pace and our breathing is becoming heavy and loud. I want more of him,and pull it over his head. He grabs it and throws it aside.<br /> He’s so hot. He’s built and strong and has just enough hair on his chest to be charming. I can’t help but run my hands all over his chest, over his shoulders and across his back.<br /> “Your turn,” he says but waits a beat while he looks in my eyes to make sure it’s okay.<br /> I lift my arms to signal that I am okay with it and in two seconds my tank is off of me.<br /> “Beautiful,” he whispers as he lays a trail of touch from my jaw, down my neck and to the swell of my breasts. He takes gentle bites at my tiny one through the lace of my red bra, but it’s not enough.<br /> “Please take it off, Jonathan,” I say to let him know I am ready to go further. Just in case he’s still trying to be gentlemanly.<br /> “Yes, ma’am.”<br /> My bra is off just as fast as my tank.<br /> “ Perfect.” He says as he takes one part into his mouth then lets it go and circles his tongue around it before gently taking a little bite of it.<br /> He’s back up to my mouth for just a moment before he leaves and pays the same special attention to breasts.<br /> “I believe in equal treatment in all things,” he says as he rejoins our lips.<br /> “Good to know,” I mumble.<br /> He scoots off of me and then stands on the side of the bed and gently tugs me by the legs and scoots me to the edge. He starts to unbutton my jeans but stops and says, “If you want to stop that’s okay, just tell me.”<br /> “Jonathan, please don’t stop. I want this.”

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