The Santinis: Marco, Book 2 (7 page)

“Alana is not your future wife.”

He was so fucking frustrated being a nice guy with her. He got the idea that she didn’t want to rush things and he knew she was a little inexperienced. Being the situation they were in, it was probably best that he didn’t push her. If he screwed this up, living there would be horrible.
 

“You don’t know that.”

He glanced out the window and noticed that her car was back. “Yeah I do. I have to go, Gee. Shouldn’t you be in bed?”

“It’s only ten here on a Friday night. I’m young enough to stay up later, old man.”

“So, a single man, one who claims to be full of vigor, is sitting at home on a Friday night talking to his brother on the phone. Sad, Gee, really sad.”

There was an ominous beat of silence, then he said, “I’m being deployed. Nothing huge, but I’m going over to Afghanistan for the next few months.”

That stopped Marco’s pacing. “You were there not too long ago. I thought they gave you more time between deployments.”

He sighed. “One of the guys has a mother who is pretty sick. They needed a volunteer.”

“When?”

“Not sure. Within the next two weeks. Haven’t told anyone else.”
 

It was common for the two of them. Gee was the youngest and Marco was the closest to his age. From the time they were little, Gee followed him around like a lost puppy dog. It had been aggravating at first, but since they had matured, they had grown closer. “But at least you’ll be back soon with the drawdown.”

“That’s the way I looked at it. I’m one of the few single guys around right now.”

Even though many people would peg Gee as shallow, he wasn’t. He understood what military families went through, and he knew what volunteering to go meant also. It wasn’t something everyone would do. Sure, he would earn a little more money, but to help a fellow PJ because of family was more important. Joey Santini had raised them right.

“Mom won’t take it easy, that’s for sure.”

Gee sighed. “I thought maybe you could call her and tell her.”

Marco laughed. “Yeah, no. Not unless you’re going to tell her when I get called up next time.”

“Well, damn. Maybe I should let Leo do it. He’s giving her a grandchild, so she’s all happy with him.”

“I bet he won’t want to lose that buzz he has going with her.”

“He owes us. Mom is all over me about Alana and you, just so you know. Ever since Leo found MJ she’s been crazy for more women in the family. I can’t believe we’re going to be uncles.”

Marco laughed. “Yeah. Even harder is to believe that Leo is going to be a father. His kids will be crazy.”

“Not too crazy. MJ will make sure they’re raised right. Like Mom did with us.”

He knew that Gee was in the mood to talk, but he saw Alana walking his way. His heart was suddenly in his throat and his palms started to sweat. She was wearing a pair of board shorts and a T-shirt. He was so used to seeing her in a dress, every time he saw her dressed casually, his brain shut down. The fabric of her top clung to her breasts. He’d spent the last week imagining just what they looked like. He sighed as his gaze moved lower. He had more than one daydream about having her long legs wrapped around his waist as he thrust—
 

“Marco?” Gee said.
 

He shook his head trying to get it back to the conversation, but he kept his attention on Alana. “Sorry, what did you say?”

“Nothing. I’m going to go. I have to get enough sleep to get the nerve to call Mom tomorrow.”

“You’re in the US military and you’re afraid of one little woman.”

“And you’re not? You’re a SEAL and I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t want to call Mom.”

“Point taken. Night, bra.”

Gee chuckled. “Listen to you getting Hawaiian with me. Night.”

He hung up the phone just as Alana knocked on the door. He set his phone down on the counter and slowly walked to the door. He had to fight every instinct to run to answer it. He couldn’t help it. He wanted to spend every free moment he had with her. Every day he found himself hurrying home to see if she was free. It was worse than when he had his first crush.

He opened the door and lost his train of thought. She’d picked up a flower along the way and slipped it behind her ear. He noticed she did that a lot. Just like he could imagine the way it would feel to have her beneath him.
 

“Hey,” she said, her lips curving. “I didn’t know if you were busy tonight or not.”

He shook his head and said nothing else. He was still trying to get his head wrapped around the idea that she had walked to his house. With barely any clothes on. For Hawaii, it wasn’t that strange, but…

“Uh…Marco?”

“Oh, no, not doing anything. Do you want to come in?”

The smile she offered hit him harder than a ton of bricks. “Sure.”

He stepped back ordering his body that this meant nothing. She was just stopping by to chat, just like they had been doing for the last week. She walked past him and he caught the light scent of flowers and sensual woman. It was something he would always associate with Alana for as long as he lived. He shut the door and watched as she walked into his kitchen.
 

He followed her in. “Gee says hi.”

She leaned against the counter. “That’s nice. Wait, he’s home on a Friday night? For some reason, that seems odd. It’s odd that any single Santini man is home on Friday night.”

“I’m home.”

“Yeah, I find that strange. As I have for the last few months.”

He shrugged. It was hard to admit that the dating scene had been boring him for the last year. It made him sound like Vince, and he didn’t like that. Vince
was
old.
 

“We went out last Friday night.”

She tilted her head to the side and studied him. “We did. But, then you backed off.”

“No I haven’t.”

“Yes, you have. You haven’t…you know.”

He couldn’t seem to follow the line of questioning. It was probably because all the blood had moved from his brain southward. Just being in the same vicinity as the woman had him rock hard. “No, I don’t know.”

“You haven’t really kissed me since Friday night and I want to know why.”

He could only stare at her. Right now his fingers itched to touch and his mouth was dry at the thought of tasting her. Did she really not understand how attracted he was?
 

From the blank stare on her face, she didn’t.

“I didn’t want to rush you.”

She snorted and rolled her eyes. “Okay, Marco. I’ve got some work to do, so I’ll see you around.”

This was wrong. Very wrong. He knew women didn’t like to be rushed, especially women like Alana. Plus, there was a part of him that wanted to take it slow because something felt very different with Alana. She was already walking past him when he grabbed her wrist. She stopped and looked down at their hands, then back up at his face. Confusion and pain darkened her green eyes.
 

“I told you before you have the wrong idea about me.”

She gave him a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “No. I had the wrong idea. It’s just best if we let it go. I have lots of guy friends.”

He didn’t like the sound of that. He didn’t know what bugged him more: The fact that she put him in a category of friend already or the fact that she had a lot of male friends.

“Does this have to do with the guy who was here a couple weeks ago?”

He hated to think she had been involved with both of them, especially after he had specifically told her his feelings on the subject. She shook her head.

“Colin and I have known each other since kindergarten.”

“That’s it. No one in the way. No other man?”

She shook her head.

“Good.”

Then, without a word, he let go of her wrist, sliding his hand up to cup her face. He didn’t hesitate as he leaned in to brush his mouth over hers, then deepened the kiss. He poured everything he could into that kiss. Every feeling—anticipation, frustration, infatuation—he had for the last few weeks as he had realized how attracted her was to her. She sighed and leaned against him. Something squeezed tight in his chest

When he pulled back, she was smiling.
 

“So, whatcha waiting for SEAL?”

He couldn’t let the challenge go. He bent at the waist, and lifted her up and over his shoulder. She squealed. He smacked her on the ass, leaving his hand there. Gee had been right. Marco liked a curvy woman, and Alana was definitely that.

“Just what do you think you’re doing, Marco,” she said, laughing.
 

“You should know better than to mess with a SEAL, Alana. You gave me a challenge. This is my acceptance.”

He said nothing else but dumped her on the bed. Her hair was a mess now, but it was spread out over his pillows. He realized he wanted her there. Not just now. Not just for the time he had left in Hawaii. He wanted her in his bed every night.
 
Forever.

“Marco?”

Touching her tonight, sharing with her in his bed, he knew what that meant to him. Now he just had to convince the woman he was in love with.
 

“Time to pay up,” he said, before jumping on the bed ready to rise to the challenge.

Chapter Seven

Marco had to fight the primal urge to plunder. It beat in his blood to take, to taste, to lose himself in the woman. But he wanted this to be memorable. He wanted her to understand just what this meant to him.

He leaned into her and brushed some of the hair out of her face.
 

“Marco.” Her voice was barely a whisper and if he hadn’t been paying attention to her, he would have missed it. The sound of it sung through his blood. Her arousal was easy to hear. Another surge of need rushed through him, but he fought it back.
 

He leaned his head down and kissed her. Slowly, keeping his eyes open as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. He lost himself in the simplicity of it. Her tongue slid against his and she hummed. Tiny little vibrations shook him to the core.

He broke away from the kiss and kissed a path down her jaw to her slender neck. The woman smelled of the ocean and flowers.
 

He slipped further down her body and pushed her top up. He kissed the golden flesh he exposed. When he reached her breasts, he thanked god for front bra closures. With a quick click, he undid the bra. He didn’t hesitate. He pulled her shirt all the way off as he took one nipple into his mouth. She moaned, her legs moving restlessly against him.
 

He pulled back and blew on the nipple.

She moaned his name. The sound of it on her sweet lips had his body singing. He couldn’t wait. He should. He wanted to take this slowly. It just wasn’t going to happen. He slid her board shorts and panties off and kneeled between her legs. Damn she was beautiful. The sun seemed to kiss every bit of her skin, leaving a golden sheen to it.
 

“Marco,” she said, her voice telling him she was embarrassed.

She moved to cover herself, but he stopped her.
 

“Don’t.” The request came out more like a growl. He grabbed on to what little control he had left.
 
“Please.”

“I’m just not...”

“What? Not used to being naked that much?”

Her face turned pink as she nodded.

“You better get used to it around me, Alana. I plan on having you naked as much as I can.”

He didn’t wait for a response. Instead, he settled himself between her legs and kissed her right thigh. She shivered and he took that as a good sign. His kissed and licked his way up to the curls at the apex of her thighs. First, he breathed in the scent of her—flowers, ocean and aroused woman. No liquor in the world could intoxicate him this way. He wanted to stay drunk on it, on her.

He didn’t hesitate. He pressed his mouth against her pussy, slipping his tongue inside her. The taste of her exploded over his taste buds. Soon, she was pressing up against his mouth as she slipped her hands through his hair. It didn’t take long for her to go up and over the edge. She screamed his name as she jolted against his mouth.

The need to share that moment with her as she came again urged him on. He slipped out of bed and tore his clothes off, throwing them behind him, not caring where they fell. He grabbed a condom and joined her back on the bed. When he opened the packet, his hands were shaking. Damn, he hadn’t been this overwhelmed since his first time. Before he could slip it on, Alana sat up and surprised him by taking the condom out of his hands. She placed it on the tip and in no apparent hurry, rolled it down his cock. He had never seen something so sensual. Her long fingers slid against his flesh and the condom and he almost came right there. Marco shivered.

By the time she had it on him, he could barely remember his own name. She looked up at him with one of those little smiles that struck him dumb. She cupped his face and pulled him down for a wet, open mouth kiss.