Delta Recon (SEAL Team Phantom Series, Book 2) (11 page)

Her arm dropped to the side of the table, making those beautiful breasts bounce.

Still standing between her spread thighs, the only thing separating them was those neon pink panties and his shorts, he tilted his head to the side as he stared into her cornflower blue eyes, and decided to ramp up the dirty. “What do you think about me making you my breakfast, sunshine?”

“Oh, god,” she whispered. “I want that so bad. The thought of you licking me makes my body throb in all the right places.”

Son of a bitch. A blush stole up her body, and all the breath left his lungs at her words.

He leaned back, and pulled the only thing covering her down her legs, dropping them to the floor.

Not wasting a minute, he moved back in and captured a nipple between his lips and tugged. He flicked the hard nub with his tongue, then moved to the other doing the same, then opening his mouth, he sucked as much of her inside as he could while kneading the other.

With one arm braced on the table, he trailed his hand down the flat planes of her stomach, sweeping his thumb across her swollen clit. She jerked against him, her cry of ecstasy music to his ears.

He pressed a finger inside her tight wet heat, adding a second as she began grinding against his hand.

“Tay, oh god, I’m going to, oh god,” she cried out wildly, shamelessly rocking against him, fucking his fingers.

“That’s it, baby. Reach for it.” He loved that she was secure in her need and seeking her release, and felt it when her body was on the verge of splintering apart.

He bit down on her nipple when he was sure she was at the edge, sending her that final bit. Her body jerked, she gasped and her pussy locked down on his fingers while she rode out her first orgasm.

Her soft cry went straight to his dick, but he wanted, needed to taste her.

Holding her stare, he lifted his fingers to his mouth and licked her essence off one digit at a time. “You taste delicious, but I want more.”

A strangled sound came from Jaqui, but she nodded.

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J
aqui was his willing slave in that moment. His dark voice had her face heating, a thrill of epic proportions shooting straight to the heart of her. Already her body was greedy for more.

“You could make a saint a sinner, Taylor Rouland.”

His lips kicked up in a devilish grin. Those full lips she knew would give her so much pleasure. “Consider me your own personal devil, Ms. Wallace. Now you just lie there and let’s see if I can get you to scream my name this time.”

He hooked his foot on a chair and sat. The position put him at the perfect height, and left her completely open and vulnerable. He placed his big palms on her knees and widened her legs. She hadn’t realized she’d closed them. Thick blond lashes gazed up at her. “Every inch of you is beautiful.” He trailed his hands up the insides of her legs like a slow tease, making her stomach muscles tremble. His hot gaze telling her in no uncertain terms he was done talking.

Leaning back on her elbows, she bit her lip. Breathing became harder the longer he sat there staring, and then he lowered his head, placing an open-mouthed kiss at the top of her mound, his dark blue eyes locked with hers.

He lifted her legs over his shoulders, slid his hands around her hips, then down to her waiting pussy, the folds still soaking wet from her earlier orgasm. When he dipped his head, he spread the lips of her sex open at the same time, exposing her clit and rubbed the stubble of his chin against the sensitive bud, making her jerk. “Holy, shit.” It was not enough, yet she knew he was going to give her so much more.

“Still not screaming my name.” He blew a breath of air over the glistening folds. Her sex pulsed with renewed need.

As soon as the words left his mouth, he bent and she was hard pressed to stay upright. His mouth devoured her, licking and sucking with such masterful skill she didn’t want to think where he’d learned the skills, couldn’t think of anything except for the way he made her feel. Firm laps of his tongue along with the slight scrape of his beard, brought her close, but not quite there. “Please,” she begged. She was nearly there, but needed more.

Slow, agonizingly slow, lazy lick after lick, and then his heated gaze met hers. “What’s that?” he growled against her.

Oh, he was such a tease. She grabbed the back of his head. “Please make me come, Tay. I need to...”

She didn’t finish her sentence before he’d latched onto her clit, massaging the pleasure point with the exact amount of pressure she needed. Two fingers slid through her, in her with ease, giving her that last bit of friction she needed, and her head fell back onto the hard table. Her hips lifted, riding his face and hands as ecstasy swept over her. “Yes, Tay, oh god, more,” she swore.

Vaguely she was aware of him standing, and heard the chair scraping backwards as he stood and positioned the head of his cock against her. “You sure?”

“More than anything in the world,” she whispered, the truth that was more than just words. Her world was a lot larger than what she’d allowed it. Sure, she’d jumped out of planes, and had been all over the world and back. But, she’d kept to her safe little bubble. Until Columbia. Now, she wanted to reach out and experience everything. If that included heartache again, then she’d survive, because she was a survivor, however she wasn’t a quitter.

His air came out in a stream of breath like he’d been holding it in. Silly man. Here she was laid out, naked on his kitchen table, and he didn’t realize she was a sure thing. He acted as if her answer meant as much to him as it did her. God, she hoped so.

Before she allowed herself to overthink things, she held her hand out to him. Wrapped her legs around his hips, wondering when he’d dropped the shorts, immediately forgetting everything except the feeling of him stretching her.

Damn, he only pressed a few inches inside, yet she felt deliciously full, needing more. She hadn’t realized she said the word until he swore, then pulled back and pressed further inside.

“Jesus, sunshine, don’t. I’m holding on by a thread. You keep talking like that and this is gonna be a hard, fast ride, not what I want for our first time in over a year.” He swiveled his hips.

She lifted against him, squeezing her inner muscles. “You can make it up to me...next time. This time I want it hard and fast.”

Her words were like waving a red flag at a bull. His nostrils flared, and then in the next instant he pulled almost all the way out, then shoved all the way in, eliciting a yell from her. It felt so damn good, it hurt, in a good way. Her body worked to accommodate him, memories of how sore she’d been for days after their time together flashed in her memory. Another cry tore from her throat as he pulled back, and powered back in, not giving her a chance to adjust to his size. Tay didn’t allow her to catch her breath, just powered in and out, giving her exactly what she’d asked for, and she loved it.

With each downward thrust he hit her clit, pumping into her over and over, hard and deep, with a need that matched her own, increasing with each in and out thrust. His fingers bit into her hips, pushing and pulling her into him, making her meet each one of his strokes.

Lust overtook her as she arched her back, feeling her impeding orgasm swell inside her again. Shamelessly, she reached between their bodies.

“Fuck yeah, touch yourself. Let me feel you come on my cock.” His guttural words sent a thrill through her. Then he lifted her by the hips, the new angle had him hitting a sensitive area inside her, and spots flashed before her eyes. It was too good.

Too much. So damn incredible she felt the need coil tighter between her thighs and deep within, her orgasm gathering force. “Right there, Tay. Yes, yes, yes,” she screamed, her fingers flew over her clit.

“Damn, you’re like a vice squeezing me. Fuck,” he groaned, his voice a dark and intense rumble. He pushed her fingers out of the way and took over, pinching and tugging the needy flesh until it was too much and she pushed his hand away.

She felt him chasing his own pleasure as her own still pulsed through her, his hips ramming into her, his eyes such a stunning blue and raw with desire. The hard thrust rammed her into the table and she knew she’d have bruises, but they’d be the best kind. When his hips jerked, and he growled out his release, she held her arms out, feeling completely owned when he collapsed on top of her. Their hearts beat a furious staccato against their ribs.

“That was amazing, and by far the best breakfast I’ve ever had.” He stood, their bodies still joined.

She liked having him on top where no part of her was left untouched by him. “I think we need a shower.” His sweat glistened chest gleamed in the sunlight coming through the kitchen window.

“Thank goodness there’s room enough for two.” He pulled her into a sitting position, then eased out of her. They both looked down at the same time, noticing he’d not used a condom.

Her heart jerked, but returned to normal. “I’m on the shot, and I haven’t had any partners other than you.”

He shook his head as if clearing it. “I’m clean. I’ve never had unprotected sex and just had a checkup six months ago and you were the last woman I’d slept with.”

The profound statement made tears form. She knew she’d waited her whole life for him, but hearing he’d not been with anyone else since her, was another link to the man who owned her body, soul, and mind. She feared if he left her, even though she said she was a survivor, she would crumble into a heap and not be the same again.

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T
ay was dressed for work when Jaqui came out of the bedroom. She hadn’t been cleared, and they’d been doing shifts of watching over her. He was sure she’d sleep in this morning after their day yesterday, followed by a drive up to Poipu Beach, where they’d swam and laid out in the sun for a few hours. When they’d returned home, he’d grilled them burgers while she made a salad and opened a can of baked beans. Each of them more interested in exploring each other, than what they put in their mouths. Well, his mind thought back to what he’d done to her on the kitchen table, and then what she’d done to him that night. God, his dick got hard thinking about her mouth and the delicious things she could do with it.

“Yo, Tay, mind out of the gutter man, I don’t need to see that shit so early in the morning.” Oz poured himself a cup of coffee.

He knew his hard-on was pressing against his fatigues, but images of a wet Jaqui on her knees with her lips wrapped around his cock was an erotic site to behold. The last thing he wanted to do was leave.

“I have to go home,” Jaqui said, a stricken look on her face.

His hand stopped moving the cup up to his lips at her announcement. “What the hell are you talking about?”

She held her phone up, showing him her screen. Placing the mug on the counter he closed the distance between them. It took him a few moments to read through the text, then he looked into her watery eyes. Without thought, he pulled her into his arms. “It’ll be okay.” He felt Oz moving up to them, and handed him the phone.

“I missed the call, so my aunt texted me.” Her voice wobbled.

Tay didn’t want to say what he was thinking, but it was too coincidental that her parents were involved in an accident, yet it could happen. “I’ll get cleared and we’ll leave on the first flight.”

Jaqui pulled away as much as he’d let her. “Tay, you don’t have to come. I mean I want you to, but...” she stopped as he pressed his lips to hers.

“Ssh, I will be coming with you. Go shower and pack a bag. I’m going to head to base and get cleared.” He made sure she heard he wouldn’t take no for an answer.

Relief washed over her gorgeous face. “I’m going to call for an update.” She pushed up on her tiptoes and kissed him.

He stared after her, the usual bounce gone.

“You’ve got it bad, man.” Oz raised his cup, but no amusement laced his words.

Not seeing any reason to deny it, Tay nodded. “She’s it for me. Don’t know how or when it started, but I can’t imagine waking up and not having her next to me.”

“She likes to jump out of perfectly good airplanes too you know.” Oz leaned against the table, his massive arms crossed, a twinkle in his eyes.

Tay raised his brows, but started for the door. “I’m aware of you corrupting her. I’ll just have to make sure I’m with her next time.” He turned before walking out. “Keep a close eye out today. My neck itches.”

Oz nodded. “Mine too.”

Commander Lee’s office was a bustling hive of activity as Tay entered. He stood with his hands behind his back, waiting to be seen. Wasn’t sure what he’d do if he didn’t get cleared to go with Jaqui. The thought of giving up being a SEAL was one he hadn’t entertained before, even when he’d been laid up in the hospital beaten to a pulp.

“The Commander is ready for you.” The secretary announced.

“Thank you, ma’am.” He entered his commander’s office, seeing the older man staring at a map on the wall, posture straight as a pin.

“How’s Wallace doing?” He asked without turning.

“Fine, sir. That’s what I came here for. She’s had a family emergency come up and is requesting leave. I’d like to go with her.” There was no sense in pussy footing around when he knew Commander Lee would appreciate the lack of wasted time.

“I’m aware and agree. The incident stinks of sabotage. I hate to say this, but from the information I’ve gathered, the reason she was taken in the first place was because we have a leak. Her location, along with what she looks like was given to the cartel before she’d even arrived in Columbia. I hate to think this is more than just about Medellin, and more about Phantom Team. Or maybe the two are completely separate, but someone is manipulating things to get to their end game. Not many have access to the elite teams, but if they had Jaqui’s info it could be because she’s not part of your team.” His Commander stared at something on his desk. “You go with her, and I’ll have the rest of the team ready to go at a moment’s notice.” Commander Lee turned around, anger burning in his gaze and features.

Tay wasn’t sure what he’d expected, but to see the usual stoic man showing so much emotion, wasn’t it. He opened his mouth to respond, but was stalled by the commander raising his hand.