Tickle His Fancy: Trident Security Book 6 (Trident Security Series)
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“Uh-huh.” She reached for a knife from the butcher block set but then smacked his hand when he tried to dip his finger in the frosting. She wasn’t fast enough, though, and he shoved a dollop of the fluffy white confection into his mouth. His eyes rolled back in his head, and she laughed at him. “Well, I guess you’re proof of the old saying that a way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.”
“Amen to that.” He placed a mug on the tray of the Keurig and hit the lit, brew button. “You should have seen my brothers and sisters and I fighting over who got to lick the bowl when my mom was baking.”
“I guess that’s one thing that was good growing up with only one sibling—no fighting over the bowl of cake or cookie mix. It also helped that my brother wasn’t big on sweets.”
“Is he not human or something?”
Fancy giggled. Damn, he loved that sound. Switching mugs, he brewed a second pod for himself. After all was set, he carried both coffees out to the family room. Fancy followed with two plates of strawberry shortcake slices—one much bigger than the other. Yup, he was going to have to start adding some more sit-ups to his workout routine if she kept feeding him all these goodies.
“So tell me more about Trident. Do you just do security systems and bodyguard work?”
He tilted his head to the side and swallowed a piece of the delicious cake. “Not really. We have a few government contracts, which I can’t talk about. Similar stuff to what we were doing in the SEALs. We also do security consulting and even some private eye stuff—you know, ‘follow my cheating husband or wife and get me proof so the prenup is invalid.’”
“Seriously? People really do that?”
A small snort escaped him. “More than you’d ever think. We don’t take many of those cases anymore, but when we were first starting out, they paid the bills. Now we’ve grown so much, we’re training a new team here in Tampa, and my buddy Jake is out in San Diego putting together a west coast team. He’s in a relationship with Ian and Dev’s brother Nick, who is out there on SEAL Team Three for another eighteen months or so. Then they’ll decide whether to stay in California or come back and work for Trident here.” He paused, then put his empty plate and fork down on the coffee table next to hers. Leaning toward her slowly, he watched her eyes for any sign she was nervous or scared. “You have a little bit of icing on your lip.”
Fancy’s eyes widened as he closed the distance between them and used his lips and tongue to clean the frosting from the corner of her mouth. Her breath hitched at the contact, but she didn’t move away. Instead, her eyes fluttered shut as she silently begged for more. Who was he to deny her?
Skimming his hand up her arm until he reached her shoulder, he plunged it into her silky hair, reveling in the feel of it as he placed soft kisses on her lips. The instant she took a deep breath and relaxed into the moment, he took possession of her mouth, using his tongue to request entry. Her lips parted, and her tongue danced with his. She tasted of coffee, vanilla, hazelnut, and strawberries—an intoxicating mix combined with her own, individual, feminine flavor.
His cock grew hard as his hands went to her hips to tug her toward him. Then he eased her shoulders down until she was flat on the couch with him leaning most of his weight on his forearms and knees. He didn’t want to freak her out, giving her a little space if she wanted him to stop, but her arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him down on top of her. He elicited little mewls and gasps from her as he switched from kissing her mouth to the sensitive skin below her ear and back again. Her one hand delved into his hair as the other explored his shoulders and upper back. When she clutched his T-shirt and pulled it out of his khakis, he pushed up from the couch, reached back, and yanked the shirt over his head. Seconds later, he was back to where he’d just been—lying on top of her, kissing the dickens out of her.
Her hands scorched his skin as she caressed the muscles of his back. Her legs shifted until they straddled his hips and he ground his erection into her mound causing them both to moan. Trying to get himself under control, he leaned up on his hands and stared down at her. Her lips were red, swollen, and moist. Her eyes filled with the same desire he knew was showing in his own. “Tell me, sweetness. Tell me now if you want me to stop. Otherwise, I’m going to take you into my bedroom and ravish you until neither one of us can walk. I need to know we’re on the same page here because I want you so badly, but you come first. If you’re not ready yet, I’ll put my shirt back on and follow you home. No worries. No thinking this is all or nothing tonight. If you need to wait, I can be patient.”
Tenderness flashed in her eyes, mixing with the passion. She reached up and cupped her hand over his cheek. He turned his head and kissed her palm. “I want you, sweetness. More than any other woman I’ve ever met. I want to see where this goes between us. Let me show you how good it can be between us.”
“Yes.”
That one word had barely been audible and would not do. “Uh-uh, Fancy-girl. I need more than a whispered word. Tell me what you want.”
She licked her lips, then bit the bottom one. He leaned down and brushed his lips against hers. “Tell me.”
“Yes. I want you, Brody. I-I want to see where this goes. I want to spend the night in your bed, pleasing each other.”
He noticed she was avoiding using the words “making love” but that was okay. She’d been married and in love with Patrick long before she’d ever met him, so those words would be hard for her to say to another man. But as he’d told her, he was a patient man. If passionate sex was all it was tonight, then that was what he would give her. However, someday soon, he would admit to her what he finally realized was happening. He was falling in love with her—his soul mate.
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Taking a deep breath, Fancy reached for Brody’s extended hand. As soon as she’d told him she wanted to spend the night in his bed, he’d stood from the couch. They were moving this party-for-two into his bedroom, and the thought scared and excited her at the same time. The nervousness wasn’t about him—not at all. She’d known since their first kiss at the ballgame that he would be a gentle and patient lover. No, those butterflies in her stomach had taken flight again because Patrick had been her first and only lover. He’d been so understanding, and they had both taken pleasure in the things he’d taught her and others they’d learned together. But this was nine years later, with a slightly older man, who probably had experienced more than his fair share of women over the years. What if she paled in comparison to those women? What if he found her lacking in how to please him? Well, she wouldn’t know if she didn’t give it a try.
Holding her hand, he led her down the hall to the master bedroom, flipping the light switch in the family room off as they passed it. The music from the TV channel still filled the air but was muted further as they stepped into his bedroom. A shiver coursed through her as she stared at the king-sized bed.
“Hey.” His voice caught her attention, and she tilted her head so she could look him in the eye. All she saw there were desire and understanding. He cupped her cheek. “Sweetness, is this the first time since your husband?”
Her gaze dropped to his chest as she nodded. Her heart sank when he let out a heavy sigh, but then he surprised her by stepping over to the bed and laying down on it. He tucked his hands behind his head and gazed at her from under desire-heavy eyelids. “Come here. I won’t bite—at least, not until you ask me to. I’ll keep my hands to myself for now and let you explore a little. I promise. When you’re ready to move on, then just kiss me on the mouth.”
Jeez, he just melted her panties. And holy hell, the man looked like a feast laid out before her. The butterflies in her stomach were still in flight, but the throbbing of her pussy was overriding them. She swallowed hard as she toed off her Keds. Brody didn’t say anything as she pulled the V-neck shirt she’d changed into at the shop over her head. Instead, his eyes stayed on hers. The soft brown of his irises was almost entirely covered by the black of his pupils. Suddenly unsure again, sh
e decided to take one step at a time. She left her white cotton bra and capri pants on and circled the bed to the far side. His gaze followed her. Climbing up on the mattress, she crawled over to his side, knelt beside him, and lifted a trembling hand toward his naked torso. Her mouth watered. The man had to work out every day to keep a sculpted body like this and still eat all the treats she gave him. She paused inches from his chest.
“Touch me, sweetness.” His voice was a little more than a hoarse whisper. “Explore all you want. If this is as far as we go tonight, that’s fine. But you will be sleeping with me tonight, even if it’s fully dressed. Understood?”
She nodded, then placed her hand on his ribs just below his left nipple. His breath hitched at the contact, but he didn’t move or say anything. The heat of his skin warmed her palm, and she relaxed her fingers, enjoying the feel of power beneath them. Slowly she began to explore every mesa and valley of his upper torso. She noticed him swallow hard and felt his muscles twitch beneath her touch every once in a while. His eyes alternated between watching her face and following the path of her hand. The tenting of his pants was hard to miss, but he kept his promise—his hands stayed behind his head. With every moment that passed, Fancy grew bolder. She added her other hand to the first, testing and learning every inch of him.
Oh God, his flesh was hardened steel covered in soft velvet. She ran her finger down his sternum to the line of dark blond hair leading to his groin, but stopped at the edge of his pants and reversed direction. As she reached the base of his neck, his Adam’s apple moved as he gulped. That was all the encouragement she needed. Bending over, she kissed the little notch just below that and was rewarded with a groan. She peppered his neck with little kisses and licks as she worked her way around to his ear. Now she wanted to see if she could make him beg. His hands hadn’t moved, but she could see he was opening and closing his fists, trying to keep from reaching for her. She knew he was waiting for her to kiss his mouth.
“You’re killing me here, Fancy-girl. If you don’t kiss my mouth soon, I’m going to have to reach down and give myself a little adjustment.”
A wicked smile spread across her face. She didn’t know where the courage came from, but she whispered in his ear, “Why don’t I do that for you?”
“Oh, shit, yes! Please, hurry.”
Walking her fingers slowly back down his bare torso, she reached his pants again, but this time, she flattened her hand against his abdomen and slid it under the waistband and his boxer briefs. As she wrapped her hand around his hard cock, she leaned over and kissed him on the mouth. He reacted as if he’d been struck by lightning. His hips bucked upward as his hands whipped out from under his head and plunged into her hair. He held her head in place while devouring her mouth. Holy hell, she was in heaven. Damn, did the man know how to kiss, or what?
His hands slid down her body and pulled her hips until she was lying completely on top of him. She straddled his waist and felt his erection against her core. She wanted him in the worst way—no, she needed him. Their tongues went from inside her mouth to his and back again. He clutched a handful of hair and tugged her away from him, then gasped as he stared at her trying to get her own breath. “Take your bra off, baby. Let me see what I’ve been dreaming of for weeks now.”
Fancy sat up, which increase the connection and friction between her legs and his cock. As his hands settled on her hips, he watched as she reached back, undid the clasp, and pulled the bra down her arms. His eyes widened in appreciation at the sight of her bare breasts. “Jesus, you’re more beautiful than I pictured. And trust me, I had plenty of pictures of you naked in my head since I met you. Hell, I was picturing you in my own personal porn flick the moment I first saw you. No lie. But none of that did you justice, sweetness.” His gaze met hers. “Will you play with your nipples for me? Show me how you like to be touched.”
Her cheeks blushed as she raised her hands to her breasts. She was suddenly shy again as her fingers circle the stiff peaks and then tugged on them. “Like this?”
“Whichever way you like to do it is fine with me.”
As she played with them, his hands slid up and down her sides, getting closer to her breasts and mound with each pass. Sitting up, he cupped her left breast and nudged her hand away with his nose. His mouth closed around her nipple, and the heat blossomed and spread to her core. She closed her eyes, and her head fell back on her shoulders as he worshiped her flesh with his mouth and tongue. She couldn’t control her hips as they began to rock against his cock on their own accord. “More. Please.”
Flipping her onto her back, Brody settled between her legs and switched to her other breast, giving it the same attention. He shifted further down on the bed, trailing wet kisses over her abdomen. His tongue circled her belly button, and she giggled because it tickled. He paused at the top of her capris and looked up at her. “Yes?”
She knew he was asking for permission and her heart melted a little more—if he kept this up, he would be taking up a permanent residency there. Nodding, her hands went to the snap and zipper. “Yes.”
Tugging on the pants, Brody kissed each inch of exposed flesh as it appeared. Her hips. Her thighs. Her knees. All the way down to her toes. Reaching back up, he hooked his fingers under the waistband of her panties and pulled them down as well. His eyes feasted on her naked body, and she fought the urge to use her hands to cover herself—she had always been a little self-conscious of the extra thirty pounds she’d gained over the years. But the heat in Brody’s gaze warmed her to the point her blood was boiling and pulsating through her veins—it was evident her generous curves didn’t bother him at all. In fact, she could swear they turned him on even more as his gaze roamed every one.
Standing, he removed his own pants. Her eyes widened at the sight of him. Oh God, he was huge! Well, not exactly huge. . .but, yeah, huge pretty much said it.
Rounding to the foot of the bed, Brody crawled up and settled between her legs. “Hands behind your head, sweetness. Time for my treat.”
When she did as she was told, he spread her thighs wider. His thumbs brushed the fine hair between her legs and she wished she hadn’t stopped waxing. Patrick had loved her bare, but after the accident, there had been no reason for her to keep it up—at least she still kept herself trimmed down there.
Brody leaned forward and licked her pussy in one long and hard stroke. The contact and sensations that shot through her sent her hips flying off the bed. “Oh God!”
“Easy, honey. I’m just getting started. Put your hands behind your head again.”
She hadn’t realized they were no longer there. Instead, they were in his hair. “Sorry.”
“Nothing to be sorry about. I just want all your concentration on what my tongue is doing and nothing else.”
Yeah, no worries there. She doubted she’d be able to think about anything else other than him and what he was doing to her.
His head ducked back down, and this time, when he licked her, even though her hips bucked again, she kept her hands behind her head. Alternating between her slit and the tiny bud of nerves above it, Brody licked, nibbled, and sucked, sending her higher and higher. It had been so long since she’d had an orgasm that the powerful wave caught her off guard. She cried out as intense pleasure coursed through her body. Behind her closed eyelids, bright lights flashed in a myriad of colors. “Oh my God! Ahhhh.”
Her body shook with the impact as he plunged two fingers into her pussy, drawing out her response before letting her float back to Earth. With a few more swipes of his tongue, Brody ended his assault and lifted his head. He was grinning from ear to ear at her in satisfaction, the cocky bastard. Not that she was complaining—no way would she complain after that orgasm. He wiped his wet mouth and chin with his hand. “When was the last time you had an orgasm, babe?”
“Since. . .” she panted, “. . .since the last time. . .I had a man in my bed.”
His eyes widened in surprise. “Seriously? You never masturbate?”
The understanding in his eyes was almost her undoing. Reaching for him, she urged him to cover her body with his. She didn’t want to think or talk anymore, just feel again. Needing to leave the past where it belonged, she pulled his face to hers and initiated another toe-curling kiss. Tasting herself on his lips and tongue sent her desire soaring again. This man did things to her she’d never expected to feel again, and for the first time in years, she felt like she was home. “More. . .please. . .”
Kissing along her jaw, Brody opened the top drawer of the nightstand next to them and searched for a moment before retrieving a small square package. He quickly donned the condom. “I’ll go slowly, sweetness. Tell me if anything hurts or is uncomfortable.”
His hand slid down her torso, to her core, and his fingers tested her wetness. He needn’t have worried because she was more than ready for him. Supporting himself on his forearms, he lowered his hips to hers. With slow, short thrusts, he eased into her heat, groaning as she enveloped him. God, it was heaven. Her body yielded to him, but suddenly it wasn’t enough. Her nails dug into his back. “More!”
With one final thrust, he was inside her as far as nature would allow. “Are you okay?”
“Yes! But I’d be more than okay if you sped things up a little.”
He chuckled then nipped her bottom lip. “Demanding little thing, aren’t you? I don’t like taking orders in bed, sweetness. I prefer to issue them, but this time, I’ll let you get away with it because I’m hanging on by a thread here.”