Her Christmas SEAL (When SEALs Come Home Book 7) (7 page)

Sex with Mark had been crazy good at the beginning of our relationship, but it hadn’t been enough. Love and orgasms might have gone hand-in-hand on my part, but I’d been stupid to assume it went both ways. I loved. Mark loved. I just made the mistake of assuming he’d loved
me
and that his feelings would last longer than three years.

One look at Jacks, and I wanted to make the same mistake with him. Preferably more than once. He slouched in the door, one arm on the frame, the other… that was the sneaky arm. Somehow, the hand attached to it had found its way to my hip, his thumb stroking over my hipbone in sweet, lazy strokes. It felt so good.

So good that I almost grabbed his hand, shoved it under my clothes, and gave him directions like my body was a paint-by-number kit and he was the brush. He could finish what I’d started in my bed, and we both knew it.

“I got to tell you something,” he said, his thumb making another pass over my hipbone. I froze, trying not to pant. How could one little touch set me off? What was wrong with me?

“You belong with me,” he continued. “Or I belong with you. Both. You picked the wrong man before, and I want a shot.”

Rub. Stroke. Sweet, sweet pressure on that one small, not-enough spot where we were connected. Somehow, I found my voice while my synapses misfired and melted into a stupid puddle of goo. “What do you think I am, a piñata or a shooting range?”

“I think you’re my Christmas present,” he growled, shifting closer. “I
think
I’ve been waiting a damned long time to open you up.”

I blinked up at him. Holy. Wow.

“You want to have sex?” I asked pointedly.

“That too.” His big hand tugged me closer, and my new up-close-and-personal position with the front of his jeans made his interest darn clear. Hard to miss an erection that impressive. “If you promise to behave, Santa’s gonna put you on his list.”

Apparently he was Santa in this scenario, which was a darn sight better than Lucky.

“Behave good—or behave bad?”

So I liked to have things clear. Sue me.

JACKS

“Fuck
it,” I said. Playing by the rules had never been my thing, so why start now? She’d called, I’d come, and I’d even tried to have a genuine conversation with her. I wasn’t good at words, but kissing… yeah. I was betting I could do that good enough to make her scream. And if I didn’t get it perfect the first time, I’d just keep fucking practicing until I did.

“Jacks—” She stared up at me, all sorts of indecipherable emotions written in her eyes. Too bad she didn’t come with a secret decoder ring, but I was trying. Fuck. I was trying.

I grabbed her waist, picking her up and carrying her inside her place. The cabin was even smaller on the inside that it appeared from the outside. My knees bumped hard into the edge of an open sofa bed, and I tumbled her down onto the mattress. She didn’t protest. In fact, she looked real pretty, the impossible, fantasy kind of pretty. I followed her right down, because I was done waiting. If she was my Christmas present, I was cheating and opening her early. Sliding a hand into her hair, I held her head still for my kiss.

I kissed her hard too, opening her up with my tongue and getting to know the inside of her mouth. I hadn’t thought my dick could get harder, but it did. She gave another one of those sexy little moans, her tongue rubbing and pushing at mine. I’d wanted to make this first time something slow and sweet, do the whole worship-her-with-my-body thing because she deserved it, and I wanted tonight to be perfect for her. Looked like I was gonna go off like a rocket though, so I’d save slow and sweet for our second round.

HOLLY

Sweet baby Jesus, but Jacks could kiss. He pinned me to my crappy mattress and devoured me. His tongue drove inside my mouth, stroking and taking and licking. Hoo boy. I moaned and dug my fingers into his shoulders.

“You have too many clothes on,” I said when he finally let go of my mouth. I probably should have said something else—something like
what the hell do you think we’re doing because it’s a really, really bad idea
—but my body won this round. I wanted Jacks, and he apparently wanted me. The way he touched me felt too good to resist.

He rolled off me and proceeded to strip his clothes off with ruthless efficiency. I leaned up on an elbow to watch. Christmas tree lights had been a mistake, because there were too many shadows for me to get a good look at Jacks. What I did see though was fantastic. He was all hard muscles and tempting planes. I’d seen pieces and parts of him over the years, but never the whole man. I caught a flash of his butt as he bent over to shuck his boots. He straightened, and I got my first view of his penis… and men like that should be illegal. He was going to ruin me for anyone else. He hadn’t even been inside me yet, but I knew that.

The sofa bed shook as he came back to me, moving up the bed with lazy grace.

“Your turn,” he rasped, tugging on the bow on the front of my pajama pants. The big red velvet bow. Victoria’s Secret I was not. “These are cute, but they need to come off now.”

He didn’t wait for me to take action, shoving a hand down my pants and tugging. The flannel flew off, getting lost somewhere over his shoulder, and I had to grin.

“Impatient?” I asked.

He dropped another hard kiss on my mouth. “Babe, you have no idea. I’ve been waiting years for this.”

And just like that, he blew my few remaining brain cells. He’d waited—for me? Because that didn’t sound like he intended for tonight to be a one-night thing, but we also hadn’t talked. At all. Nope. We’d stopped briefly for kissing, and then we’d gone straight for the main act.

My panties joined my pajama bottoms, and for a moment I thought he was going to drive inside me, drive me crazy. Instead he dropped down my body in a wicked, sensual slide of skin on skin. Oh. Wow. His mouth pressed against my stomach, exploring the skin there, and then he moved lower.

“Wait,” I said, although most of me really wanted to say
hurry up
and
now
. But it was all happening so fast. I wiggled, not sure if I was giving him a hint—head
south
—or actually trying to slow things down between us.

He snorted, running his fingertips over my hip bones. “You think too much.”

I opened my mouth—because, hello, thinking was a
good
thing—and he found something else to do with his own mouth. Big fingers eased me open, and there was absolutely, positively no thinking and no thoughts left in my head at all. He kissed me, his tongue doing downright wicked, magical things to me. His fingers stroked and twisted, finding a spot that made me arch up into him with a rough noise.

“Oh, god. That’s good.”
Understatement
.

He chuckled and flicked his tongue over me. Jacks’s tongue.
On
me. And I suspected in me too. It was dirty and filthy, and I kind of lost it at that point, panting and squirming. Possibly begging too, because I needed this, needed Jacks, and nothing had ever felt hotter, better or more right.

JACKS

I went to work on Holly, pumping my fingers into her sweet pussy as I gave her clit another lick. She shrieked, her nails digging into my shoulders as she pushed her heels halfway through my spine. Good thing I was SEAL team tough because she tugged and pulled, trying to budge me from my new happy place. As if I was letting her up before she came all over my tongue.

She whimpered, and the sound almost made me come on the spot. She was fucking gorgeous, and she
needed
me. I was making this good for her, making her scream, and just once she wasn’t gonna tell me that
she had this
. I had this. I had
her
.

I was damned lucky and I knew it.

I gave her clit another lick, and she rewarded me with another one of those sweet screams.
My Holly.
Not like she’d promised me lifetime access, but no way once was enough. I’d been waiting years, and now that I had my chance? Yeah. I wasn’t gonna blow it.

She stiffened, and I felt the little ripples sweeping through her wet, slick flesh. I worked her, kissed her harder, deeper, pushing my tongue and my fingers into her.

“Please,” she moaned, pulling me closer. “Right now.”

For her? Anything. There was nothing I wouldn’t fucking do for her. Not like this wasn’t heaven, anyhow. She was gorgeous and trusting, and I sucked her clit into my mouth, sending her over the edge.

She came with a little pant, like all the air rushed out of her, and then she relaxed, collapsing back onto the mattress.
Mine
. I’d put that happy, dazed look on her face. I’d made her heart race for me, her body tighten and come apart. I felt like a king, and then I felt even better because she pulled me toward her.

“Inside me. Now,” she demanded, but her small sigh made her words the sweetest of orders.

I got the condom on in record time and pressed forward. She wiggled, taking me deeper. Fuck. She was amazing. She was tight, and nothing had ever felt better. I was buried in her, and it was all I could do not to ride her hard. Not pound her into the mattress and take us both over the edge.

I thrust. Drew back and thrust again. Too bad the room was so fucking dark, because I would have liked to watch her face. See the moment when she came for me. Instead I buried my face against her pretty throat, breathing her in as
I
came with
her
.

HOLLY

Jacks kissed me one more time, and then he lost control. Boneless from my own orgasms, I wrapped my arms around him and hung on. I’d hoped for awesome, panty-melting sex, and I’d gotten it.

What I hadn’t planned on, however, was for what came after. Somehow Jacks hadn’t struck me as the cuddling type. He’d seemed more like the kind of guy who’d immediately launch into an acrobatic-but-wonderful round two—or who would find an excuse to get up and leave. Instead of doing either of those things, he took care of the condom, took care of me, and then got right back into bed. And proceeded to pull me into his arms and hold me close.

Damn him.

That felt almost better than the sex. My cheek rested against his bare chest, his heart thudding out a steady, reassuring rhythm I felt in every inch of my body. His scent surrounded me, his legs tangled with mine. It was cute, it was cozy, and one of us needed to go. In less than a week, he’d gotten into my pants, under my skin—and into my heart. That was a problem right there, and it was time to take preventative action.

I rolled away and sat up. He let me go. I’d give him that much.

“Okay,” I said. “Thanks very much. You can go now.”

JACKS

Like.
Hell.

I wasn’t done with Holly. She wasn’t done with me.

“Why?” She’d damned well give me an answer.

She clearly didn’t want to give me more words, but it felt important. Seeing as how I was bigger and meaner, I had two advantages. I rolled over and knocked her gently onto the mattress, threading my fingers through hers as I pinned her in place.

“Off,” she snapped.

“Answers,” I countered. “We make love, and then you tell me to get up and go? I don’t think so.”