A SEAL at Heart (15 page)

“Cum for me, Laurie. Cum with me holding you tight.” His words poured over her like a life-giving elixir, and she blossomed, giving into his breathy wish.

The climax built—one layer after another—and still his fingers worked her, forcing her body to climb higher. When she couldn’t stand the rubbing, his movement, everything, for another second, her body tightened and she came, screaming his name. “Jack!”

His fingers stopped moving against her clit and instead pushed inside of her, catching the intense splash of warmth. He lifted it to his mouth and tasted her essence. “Sweet and savory, like you.”

She shivered as her body gave another mini climax and then she wrapped herself tightly around him. Drawing him closer, she drew in the intoxicating smell of his spicy masculine warmth and then began nibbling on his ear.

“What’s that, that thing you’re doing?” he asked.

“What do you think it feels like?” she inquired, smiling as she ran her tongue along the top of his ear and then suckled the lobe.

“I, uh, like that,” he said softly. His voice was low and the tones drenched her senses like dark melted chocolate. “You’re so sexy!” His hands played over her skin—intimately stroking and rubbing her back.

“Thought you might like it,” she replied as she continued to tease his ear before moving to the nape of his neck. Licking under his jaw, she lingered on his chin and then kissed him. The rest of the night could have been spent delving between those well-rounded lips and dueling with his devilish tongue, but she needed sex, to feel the length of him pulsing in and out of her.

She was going to make it unforgettable for him. “Can you get on your back?” As she whispered, she blew tiny puffs of breath along the rim of his ear.

The earlier enthusiastic romp had brought them teetering on the edge of the bed. It probably was not the ideal place for seduction.
Should
I
say
something
or
just
move? Why are the beginnings of a relationship so awkward?

Jack must have been reading her mind. “Yes, ma’am,” he replied, lifting her in his arms and moving her back to the center of the bed, and laying himself next to her. “I’m ready. Are you?”

“I’m a woman, Jack. There’s nothing you can do to shock me.” Her smug words brought a gleam in his eye. Ah, challenging a Navy SEAL was like dangling bloody bait before a shark. Someone or something was about to be devoured. Though she wanted to be in charge right now.

Turning the reading light on, she adjusted the neck of the lamp, shining the bulb on her body. Then she kneeled over him. Shadows danced on the walls. Their lovemaking was performance art.

Her goal was enlightenment. She wanted them to see each other, the pleasure and the wanting and the needing of these stolen moments.

Her hands played over his skin, tracing the valleys and peaks of his muscles. He watched her, his entire SEAL focus on her. She could feel the force of his heat and the depth of want and desire coming from his gaze.

Repeating the pattern with her mouth and tongue had him moving into the motion of her lips. As much as she adored those big biceps and the rock-hard six-pack of his stomach, she wanted his cock deep inside of her. First, in her mouth, and then she wanted to ride him as if she were surfing a wave.

Teasing the fragile skin around his cock, she let her hair sweep over him again and again without actually taking him into her mouth. The heady smell of him was intoxicating, and she had an overwhelming urge to lick up the beads of precum, those charmingly salty tears of pure male essence, but she had another plan in mind for him right now.

Pressing between his cock and bottom, she found a spot that could bring more tears weeping. Sucking first one ball and then the other, she rotated back and forth until he was begging her to touch him.

Hands reached for her and she batted them away. Finally, deciding she had gone far enough, she looked at the engorged cock. It was almost purple with want.

Crawling on top of him, she lowered herself slowly onto his throbbing member. His cock stretched her as it slid into her warmth. When she was completely seated, she had to pause—the length and breadth of him was almost too much at this angle, and yet she couldn’t bear to lift up and let him go.

Slowly, she rocked forward. Sensations waylaid her, pleasure spikes that had her reaching for some kind of stability.

Her flailing hands found his open waiting ones, and her eyes locked onto his gaze. They began to move, together, just rocking back and forth gently. The electricity grew, spiking in her like bolts of lightning.

Her climax caught her by surprise, making her cry out. Her body posted on Jack’s cock—up and down—drinking in his heady masculine seed, and before she could finish, his hands caught her hips.

“Please,” he said softly. The look in his eyes was pure need.

She couldn’t speak through the haze of pleasure. She nodded her head.

Instantly the rhythm changed to one of long deep penetrating strokes. Her body came again and again as he found the beat that worked. Their bodies slapped together as the friction built, the wet splash growing thicker until it felt as if her body were coming apart. The edge of pain and pleasure mixing together—where one minute it hurt and the next it was sheer inexplicable joy. Just when she was about to tell him she couldn’t take anymore, his body spent its final drops.

His shout was loud and harsh as his hips ground into hers. Laurie’s body felt as if it had blown apart and the pieces, along with her ability for conscious thought, were floating in space. Never in her life had she imagined such a feeling existed.

Jack lifted her hips and withdrew his cock before he laid her gently next to him. Then he pulled the edges of the comforter over them, cuddling her close.

Light snores that were already coming from his mouth made her grin. The sound was comfortable, and even her aching jaw couldn’t distract her from sleep.

Relaxation invaded her mind’s wanderings. The whole world slipped away into a blissful and very peaceful darkness.

***

Laurie’s legs felt like limp spaghetti as she tried unsuccessfully to stand on them. She landed on the floor, toppling several stacks of books in the process.

A head popped over the edge of the bed. Jack grinned at her. “Are you okay?”

Heat bloomed in her face. “Yep. My jaw is starting to ache again, but nothing else is hurt.” She laughed at herself, then grabbed a book off the floor and looked at the title,
The
Art
of
War
, by Sun Tzu. Grabbing another book, she read the title aloud. “
Team
of
Rivals.
Isn’t this a biography of Abraham Lincoln?”

He rolled onto his back and looked at her upside down. “Yeah, I’m a biography hound, especially for philosophers, political or military leaders, and inventors. I like to read about the way people outthink others, using quickness of mind or other resources.” As she stretched her arms farther, she dislodged a stack of boxes.

“No,” he said, trying to stop her from upsetting them. Quickly, he moved off the bed, but her body and the spill of books caught him in their wake and he half fell on her.

“Ouch,” she said as his shin connected with hers.

“Sorry,” he said, moving off of her and lying on the various objects to his side.

“What are you hiding?” she asked, craning her neck.

“Nothing,” he replied with thin lips, but the mischief in his eyes was practically killing her. She had to know what he was hiding.

“What? Are there porn magazines or photos of ex-girlfriends in there or something? You’re not a serial killer and those are your trophies?” Laurie teased, but there was a question in there. How much did she know about him? Shouldn’t she know more?

He sighed and then leaned forward, revealing his secret. Games! The man had a huge box full of board games.

“Clue! You like Clue! I loved this as a kid!” She laughed. “Is this your deep, dark secret?”

“One of them,” he admitted with a half smile. “I played them with my grandfather. My parents didn’t really do games. Come on, let’s get back in bed,” he said to distract her.

“Jack, you haven’t really mentioned your dad that much. What was he like?”

Jack looked at Laurie’s pretend pout and caved.

“Don’t give me that expression. I’ll share. Sheesh, women!” Quick as a rabbit, he was on his feet. Then he scooped her up and placed her in the center of the bed, crawling in beside her. Jack opened his arms to her, and she cuddled close to him, laying her head on his chest.

The sound of his heart beating was soothing. Feeling his chest go up and down as he breathed was oddly reassuring and, well, nice.

He cleared his throat and began speaking. “After my mother died, my dad tried to hold it together, but child services kept coming to the house. It wasn’t violence necessarily that was the toughest issue. According to the social worker, the problem was neglect. He would forget to feed me, wash my clothes, fetch me from school, and general stuff like that. One day, the social worker came to the house because the school reported that I had missed three days of class. She found me locked in my room. I vaguely remember her helping me take a bath and then taking me to the hospital.

“I stopped speaking then. Didn’t really have anything to say to anyone. My dad saw me once more, to say good-bye, but I didn’t know what to say to him. He cried and grabbed me from the bed and held me, but I didn’t want him. I wanted my mother, but I knew she was gone and wasn’t coming back.

“My grandfather—my mother’s father—came to the hospital a few days later and took me to San Diego. That was my first plane ride and everything that followed was very… very surreal. He had a small house in a cul-de-sac near the beach. When I walked in the front door for the first time, I saw an enormous brass clock. He told me it came from the ship he’d served on in World War II. The floors were wood and everything was neat and clean.

“Giving me the room that had been my mother’s was nice. I could feel her there. But it wasn’t quite right for a boy—too much pink and too many flowers.” Jack grinned.

“But I wasn’t willing to speak up to complain. I didn’t say a single word for that first week. My grandfather wasn’t a man who gave up, so he brought down every board game they had stored in the attic, and we played until I ‘loosened up.’ I hadn’t had much fun in my life until then,” Jack admitted.

“Your grandfather sounds like a special person,” Laurie said.

“He was. And he had this great laugh, almost a guffaw. The first sound out of my mouth with him was laughter. Because he was laughing, I did, too. Talking came next, and once I began, I couldn’t stop. I told him everything that had happened since I could remember. I rambled on and on. When I finally realized the effect of my words, how they made him sad, I stopped again.

“He wouldn’t let me walk away from myself, though. He forced me to converse and encouraged me to reach beyond my own limits. ‘Never run from the truth. There is honor in facing life head-on. Be brave.’ I’ve always lived by those words.” Jack squeezed her tight. “So, that’s the story of me and my board games.”

“Precious memories, Jack. Thank you for sharing them with me.” She swept her hair over to one side. “Have you ever told this story to anyone else?”

He considered the question for a few seconds and then shook his head. “No. You’re different… easy to be with and to talk to. You speak your mind. And you’re not afraid to stand up to me. I like those attributes.”

“I’m doubly honored, then.” She threw her hands up. Another concern surfaced that she was going to face immediately. “Though, you must realize, Jack, I’m a physical therapist. Of course, you’re comfortable with me. There’s a certain amount of trust given to someone who puts their hands on your body.”

“Perhaps to some degree, or even for a short while,” he said seriously. “You’re mistaken in thinking that’s the reason. It’s you! I show you the inner me, because you’re… special, Laurie. I dread doctors and I hate having to talk about myself.” He scratched his head. “Crap! When we’re together, I feel… like you’re my friend.” He shrugged one shoulder. “I guess you are. Huh?”

“Yeah,” she said, somewhat deflated. She didn’t know what she’d been trying to get at, maybe some crazy declaration of love. A commitment would only have complicated things. The best plan of action was to enjoy what they had for as long as it lasted. Sometime in the future, she’d have to face the fact that this man would be operational again and he’d be out the door like a bullet. Nothing would stop it.

“We are friends, right?” he asked, drawing her away from her brooding.

“Definitely,” she said with a rallying smile. “Highest compliment a SEAL can pay a woman.” She kissed the palm of her hand, slapped his knee, and then stood. The right thing to do was to change gears and flip the switch on her mood. He hadn’t done anything wrong, though if she stayed on this current train of thought, she would be going down a dark and winding road. He deserved better, and so did she. Doubts had no place here. “Do you mind if I hop in the shower?” Soap and hot water were reliably useful in washing away worrisome mental patterns.

“By all means, hop away,” he said. His long eyelashes shaded his light eyes, but she felt them track her to the bathroom. They gave off a heat signature that seemed to linger on her bottom.

A part of her felt good that he liked the way she looked, but her romantic nature still wanted more—more wooing, more verbal gushing, and more time spent together outside of the bedroom—and she wasn’t sure if that would ever happen.

Were some things just standard—men never wanted to commit and woman always wanted the gold ring? Laurie felt like she was out of her depth. If her mother were alive, would she have been better at this stuff? The reality was, there was no one to ask but Gich. Given their last encounter, she was not anxious to ask him anything about love, sex, or men. She’d just have to muddle though.

Buck
up, baby, and concentrate on the happy things. Jack is making you pretty blissed-out… for the most part.