Had anyone ever looked at her like that before? She couldn’t remember. Certainly she’d never been the center of the universe for anyone, not even Jason.
Dangerous. This is dangerous.
No, it wasn’t. She knew what she was getting into and she was prepared. Sex, that’s all it was. There wasn’t anything emotional in it, that was for sure. No matter what he said about it.
Like you’re not on your knees, desperate to touch him because you don’t want to get as close to him as you can get.
Chloe ignored the thought, lifting her hands and putting them very deliberately on his thighs, feeling his muscles bunch beneath the wool in reaction. Sure she wanted to get close to him. Physically close. That’s all.
The expression on his face had become lean, hungry, almost predatory, making her breath come faster, a distracting ache starting up between her legs.
God, she couldn’t remember wanting anything more right now. If someone had asked her to make a decision between the ranch and Van, she wasn’t at all sure she wouldn’t have chosen Van. Which was worrying, but she didn’t want to examine that too closely, so she didn’t.
His thumb was moving lazily back and forth on her lower lip, making it feel all full and sensitive, and she was very tempted to give him a nip.
Like he’d read her mind, his mouth curved. “Bad girl. No biting.”
She shivered as the rough heat in his voice rolled over her. “Tell me what to do then.”
“Impatient, huh? I like it.” He stroked her lip a couple more times then let his hand drop. “Okay. Undo my pants, pretty. Get my dick out.”
She couldn’t move fast enough, reaching up to pull on the button of his pants, her fingers fumbling only a little as she undid it then tugged down his zipper, spreading aside the fabric. Underneath he wore black cotton boxers, the hard length of his cock pushing against the material.
Her mouth watered as she leaned forward, unable to stop herself, pressing her mouth to the bared skin of his stomach just above the waistband of his underwear. He inhaled sharply, the muscles of his abs flexing, tightening.
Excellent. That was promising.
She nuzzled against his hot skin, the musky scent of him going straight to her head. Oh God, he smelled good. She hadn’t done this with Jason because she’d hadn’t felt the need to, plus she hadn’t thought it would be something she’d like. But, holy hell, was she wrong. She was absolutely enthralled by him, the pressure between her thighs becoming more and more insistent, the scent and the feel of him only making things worse.
Swallowing, she lifted a hand to where the outline of his cock pressed against the cotton, stroking him through it. Long, thick and very, very hard.
His breath hissed. “Stop playing, sweetheart. Time to do as you’re told.”
Chloe shivered again at the low, rough sound of his voice, at the dark, heated note in it. She didn’t want to stop. He’d played with her last night, taking the pleasure to record heights, and now it was her turn to return the favor. And she planned to. With interest.
She squeezed him, obsessed with the hot, heavy feel of him in her palm, rubbing her thumb up the length of his shaft, tracing him, nuzzling against the flat plane of his stomach as she did so.
“Chloe,” he growled warningly. Then he untangled one hand from her hair and thrust it down into his underwear, grasping his cock and pulling it free of the cotton, while he tugged her head back gently with the other.
Her heart began to bang hard behind her ribs, her breathing coming faster.
“Open for me,” he ordered, and she did.
Then she began to tremble because he was guiding all that hard, musky heat into her mouth, pressing against her tongue. Her jaw ached because he was so big, and her sex ached because he tasted so damn good. Everything she’d imagined and more.
He made a low raw sound as she closed her lips around him, her hands gripping onto the rock-hard muscles of his thighs. It thrilled her, that sound, a reminder of her own power and what she did to him. Because she had her mouth on him and it was making him as crazy as it was making her.
The knowledge gave her the confidence to reach for him, close her fingers around the base of his cock, tilting her head back further to take him deeper, watching as the look on his face became feral. She loved that. Loved that she could make him look that hungry, that desperate.
“Jesus,” he hissed. “You’re supposed to wait until I tell you what to do.” There was a harsh, guttural note in his voice that made another wild thrill go down her spine.
Hell, did she have to wait?
She shook her head slowly, beginning to explore him with her tongue.
He half-laughed, half-groaned, the sound unbelievably sexy. “Fuck … pretty…”
It was exciting to be able to do this to him, to make him groan and curse, and it was exciting to taste him, a wild, salty flavor that had her wanting to put her hands between her thighs and touch herself, relieve the ache that was throbbing there. But she didn’t. She wanted to concentrate on him.
Firming her grip around him, she went with her instinct, sucking him deep into her mouth, hesitantly at first, then harder as she gained more confidence. Soon his fingers in her hair were locked tight, the sounds coming from him now not so much encouragement but low, guttural noises of pleasure.
Chloe began to lose herself in it, in the taste of him. In his scent and in his heat. In the flex of the muscles of his thighs and abs, and in the sounds she was drawing from him.
She forgot about the desperate, tangled mess of emotion in the center of her chest. Forgot about the ache in her soul and the hungry thing inside her that wanted and wanted no matter how hard she tried to ignore it.
Forgot about everything, consumed by the moment. Consumed by him. By the feel of him in her mouth, the ache in her jaw, and the slick glide of his smooth skin against her palm. The insane beat of her heart and the hard, insistent pulse between her thighs.
And when he began to thrust into her mouth, holding tight to her hair, she met him, sucking harder, deeper. Pumping him with her hand, feeling his thighs get hard as his muscles tightened.
Then he made another of those raw, guttural sounds, his hips flexing, his thrusts getting wilder and more out of control. But she didn’t stop, she kept going, feeling like she was trying to put a bridle on a tiger, because his big, powerful body was bucking and shoving against her.
So she slid one arm around his leg and held on, leaning her body against him, and she kept sucking him, kept teasing him with her tongue and squeezing hard with her hand until his whole body stiffened and he put back his head, a hoarse cry breaking from him as the climax hit.
She didn’t pull away then either, she kept hold of him, swallowing him down, taking whatever he had to give her, loving the intense thrill of being able to do this to him. Loving the way he gripped her so tight it was as if he was afraid to let her go. Loving the way he’d called her name.
She didn’t let him go when he quieted either, keeping her arm around his leg, resting her forehead against the taut plane of his stomach, listening as his breathing slowed.
Then she felt his hand in her hair, stroking her gently, and she wanted to stay like that forever. Kneeling at his feet with him touching her, at peace for the first time.
* * *
Her hair was so soft and he couldn’t stop touching it, even though his fingers were shaking. Christ, everything was shaking. He couldn’t remember the last time that had happened after an orgasm. Couldn’t remember the last time he’d physically shook, period. Not since his training days in Coronado, he was pretty certain.
Fucking hell, what had Chloe done to him?
He tried to take a deep breath and couldn’t, the orgasm echoing around inside him like a bullet fired inside a bulletproof room, bouncing off the walls and ricocheting everywhere.
His pretty little thing had wrecked him.
Your own fault. You shouldn’t have let her do that.
Yeah, well, he
had. The moment she’d gone to her knees in front of him and looked up at him, hunger stark in her eyes, he’d known he wasn’t going to stop her. She’d been so insistent and shit … he’d just wanted her mouth on him.
And he’d gotten it. Hot and wet, eager, she’d sucked him off like a goddess, her inexperience in no way detrimental. In fact, sick fuck that he was, it had only made it even hotter.
He looked down.
She was kneeling on the hardwood floor, her head resting warmly against his abdomen. One arm was curled around his thigh and her hand was on his cock, idly stroking him, sending more bolts of electricity sparking everywhere. Jesus. He was getting hard again. Already.
“Maybe you should stop doing that.” His voice sounded like he’d spent all day shouting on a battlefield, all fissured and cracked.
She looked up at him. Her cheeks were deeply flushed and there was a very smug, very self-satisfied smile curling her delicious mouth. “Are you sure?’
Desire stirred hungrily inside him again, making him feel feral, and he reached down and slid his arms around her, lifting her up off the floor, turning to sit her on the table instead. She gripped his forearms to steady herself, staring at him as if mesmerized.
Van put his hands on the table on either side of her hips, looking into her dark eyes for a moment, then he bent, brushing her lush mouth with his. Her lashes fell and she let out a soft, shaken sounding breath, leaning forward as he drew back, trying to maintain the contact.
Christ, he got off on her hunger for him. It was so honest, so real and so sweet. It reached inside him, slid through a crack in his heart he hadn’t even realized was there and heated him straight through.
Women had always wanted him, it was true, but it was the SEAL they were attracted to. The muscles and the tattoos, the fact that he was a commander. They didn’t see the man. To be fair, he hadn’t let anyone get close enough to see the man, but still, it had been a long time since anyone had seen him the way Chloe did. Because she didn’t see him as the warrior. She’d known him as the man first of all and so that’s what he was to her.
Wrong to continue to let her keep seeing the man and wrong to like it, but he couldn’t change it now. More, he didn’t want to. It felt like forever since he’d been anything but commander, protector, SEAL. And just for a little while, he wanted to be none of those things.
“You okay?” he murmured against her lips. “I didn’t hurt you?”
Her eyes fluttered open. “No. God, no. That was … amazing. You’re amazing.”
No, you’re not. And you’d better tell her why.
Yeah, he should. But he wasn’t going to. Another example of how dishonorable he was, yet he didn’t care. He liked that he was amazing to her, and he was going to take that. No reason for her to know how very imperfect he really was, how royally he could fuck up with the best of them.
He reached down to the fastening of her jeans and flicked open the button. “And your mouth could make the fucking devil believe he’s a good person.”
She blushed, the deep rose color of her cheeks making her eyes seem even darker than they already were. “So what happens now?”
“You’ll find out.” He tugged down the tab of her zipper so her jeans were completely unfastened, then he gripped the waistband, slowly beginning to ease them down and taking her panties with them. “Lift up for me, pretty.”
She did as she was told, leaning back on her hands and lifting her butt, allowing him to pull her jeans and panties right down her legs and over her bare feet. He let her clothing fall into a heap on the floor then placed his hands on her knees, applying some pressure, pushing them very firmly apart.
Chloe sucked in a breath. “Van…”
His name sounded desperate, and fuck, he loved that. Loved the way she was looking at him right now, as if she would die if he didn’t touch her.
He held her gaze, sliding his hands up the insides of her thighs, her skin all silky and hot beneath his palms. He could smell her arousal, musky and feminine and delicious, and it made his mouth water.
Oh, the things he wanted to do to her …
“Keep your legs spread for me,” he said softly. “You gave me something pretty fucking special and now I’m going to return the favor.”
“Yes.” She shifted, spreading her legs even wider. “Oh … please…”
He let his attention move down between her thighs, because he liked looking at her. She was so pretty, all soft dark hair and slick pink flesh, framed by the pale skin of her thighs and stomach. His mouth watered. Jesus, she was too far away.
Cupping her butt, he pulled her to the edge of the table. “Lean back,” he instructed and she did so, sliding her hands further behind her and tilting her hips toward him. Little tremors were running through her, and he could hear her breathing getting faster and faster.
Fuck, she smelled good. He couldn’t wait to taste her.
He wound his arms around her thighs, gripping her and pulling her even further toward the edge of the table. She was starting to pant now, that pretty pussy of hers exactly where he wanted it.
Carefully, he spread her open with his fingers, feeling her quiver in his hands as he touched her slick flesh. But he didn’t wait—couldn’t, if he was honest with himself. He was so goddamn hungry and she was right there, so he bent his head and licked straight up the middle of her pussy.
She jerked in his grip, her gasp echoing around him, and it would have made him smile in satisfaction if he’d been at all conscious of it. But he wasn’t. Because the taste of her hit him, salty and sweet and absolutely fucking delicious, and all he could think about was getting more.
So he licked her again and again, making her hips tremble and tearing another gasp from her. Then he spread her open even wider and kept her like that as he pushed his tongue deep into her pussy.
Chloe groaned and arched back, her lips lifting against his mouth. “Van…” His name was a broken sob. “Oh, God, Van…”
He would have very much liked to have taken it nice and easy, eating her out slowly, leisurely. Lingering for both their pleasures. But he could feel her trembling beneath his hands, could taste the thick, musky heat of her, and knew she was pretty much on the brink already.
So he sent her over with his tongue deep inside her, with his fingers toying gently with her clit, making her put back her head and scream, her hips bucking upward, her whole body arching as the orgasm rolled over her.
By then he was hard again and he wanted to be inside her more than he wanted his next breath. Pulling away, he got back to his feet, reaching into his back pocket for his wallet, hoping to Christ he had a condom in there because he didn’t think he had the patience to go down the street to the CVS.
Luckily, there was a lone silver packet lurking behind a few dollar bills, so he grabbed it and ripped it open. His pants were already undone so all he had to do was roll the latex down on his impatient dick and he was stepping back up to the table.
Chloe had collapsed onto her back, lying on the tabletop with her legs hanging over the edge, one arm flung over her face. She still wore her plaid shirt, but she was naked from the waist down and he’d never seen a sexier or more erotic sight in his entire life.
No, wait. He knew what could be sexier.
Nudging her legs apart with his hips, he bent and slid his arms around her, urging her to sit up. She made a soft sound, her arm dropping from her face as she came upright, revealing her heart-stoppingly beautiful features, the black velvet of her eyes looking into his.
Yeah, that’s what he wanted. Her looking at him. That was sexier.
He didn’t take his gaze from hers as he found the edges of her shirt and pulled hard, ripping them apart. She didn’t protest, staring back at him as if she’d never seen him before in her life. Underneath her shirt, she was naked, those small, perfect breasts and rosy nipples just as perfect and rosy as they had been the night before.
Tugging the shirt from her so she was sitting on the table c
ompletely naked, he slipped his hands beneath her knees, urging her to wrap those slender legs around his waist, bringing her hips against his. Then he took his cock in one hand, found the slick flesh of her pussy, and pushed, easing his way into all that tight, wet heat.
They both groaned as he slid home, going deeper and deeper until he was all the way in, seated right inside her. Her lashes half-fell, her pouty, red mouth open, her hands sliding up his arms to his shoulders and holding on tightly.
She looked dazed, or drunk, or something in between, and it satisfied him on some deep level that he could wreck her as thoroughly as she could wreck him.
He kept his gaze on hers as he flexed his hips, pulling back then sliding in, slowly. Carefully.
Her breath hissed, her fingers digging into the muscle of his shoulders, the glow in her eyes getting brighter and brighter as he slid out then thrust in again, taking his time. Building the pleasure for both of them.
“Rock your hips,” he murmured, low and guttural, showing her what he meant with his hands on her, guiding her. “Squeeze me, pretty. Show me how much your pussy likes having my cock inside it.”
She panted, tilting her hips like he’d asked, moving with him, her internal muscles clamping down on him, making him catching his breath.
“Oh fuck,” he whispered. “Yeah, just like that.”
Her hands wound around his neck and she leaned closer, pressing her naked body up against his, and he found himself wishing that he’d stripped his clothes off after all. Because, Christ, he wanted to feel her against his skin.
She began to rock against him, the pleasure lighting up her face, and he almost protested when she covered his mouth with hers, because he wanted to watch her. He wanted to see her come.
Yet her kiss was so sweetly desperate he couldn’t bring himself to tear her away. So he kissed her back, thrusting harder, deeper, adjusting the angle of his thrusts to give her the maximum amount of pleasure.
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