What was it about babies that made everyone gooey. Hell, he’d been surprised when he’d walked into Suzie’s room and seen the tiny girl. The first baby for the team. Something no member of the team imagined would happen. A year ago they were all single. Now two of the team were engaged and, one of the two was now a dad.
Even Robot and Antonia managed to put their differences aside and both of them cooed over Emma. Thank fuck. He didn’t know a lot about newborns, but he imagined they’d be sensitive to any type of tension surrounding them.
The primal male Tim hadn’t known existed roared to the surface and he wanted to claim ownership of Brielle there and then. Somehow, he didn’t think she’d appreciate him ravishing her again in front of his teammates. After their hot kiss in the waiting room her face had remained rosy red for a long time.
“I should go,” Brielle said as she closed the distance between them. He could see she was aiming to kiss his cheek. Not happening. He turned his head and their lips met.
He mentally fist pumped the air when a sigh rippled through her and her mouth fell open, granting him access. His tongued delved inside dueling with hers. He wanted to get closer to her, but the center console of his car was in the way. No way was he going to drag her across it either.
Tim wanted to feel her luscious curves. Wanted to kiss every inch of her. Claim and mark her as his own.
He broke the kiss, his breathing ragged and shock reverberated through him at his possessive thoughts. He’d never been this consumed with the need that was flowing through his blood with any other woman he’d been with. Was it because of the circumstances of how they’d met or was it because of the circle of life they’d witnessed today.
“Do you want to come up?” she asked shyly.
Tim wanted nothing more than to accept her invitation, but he didn’t trust himself. Didn’t trust that once they got inside her apartment he’d pick up where they left off and scare her away. That was the last thing he wanted to do, especially after what she’d been through. Hell, he had no idea if she’d been sexually assaulted by her kidnappers or not.
“Yeah, I’ll see you to your door.” He hated himself when he witnessed her shoulders slump. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt the woman he was beginning to care deeply for.
Tim got out of the car and went to open Brielle’s door, but she met him at the front of the car. Together they walked into her building, no words passing between them. Thank goodness the elevator was swift and the journey to her floor was over in a matter of seconds.
“Thanks for today,” Brielle said as she went to enter her apartment. The sound of the sadness in her voice did it for him. She wanted him as much he wanted her.
Tim halted her progress and grabbed her hand, fire arced between the two of them. “Is the invite to come in still on the table?”
He held his breath waiting for her answer. Indecision crossed her features, her brow furrowed, and he thought for sure she’d tell him to go. When she nodded he released his breath and smiled. Without a doubt, they both were well aware of what was going to take place the moment they entered her apartment and closed the door.
Together they took the first steps, not only into her home, but into the next phase of their relationship.
He managed to stop himself from ravaging her when she closed the door. He needed to ensure she was okay with what they were about to do. They weren’t about to embark on a heavy kissing session, they were going to be horizontal and naked.
“Bri,” he said softly.
She turned and faced him, her eyes bright and clear. The fear he’d seen consuming her hazel eyes during one of her attacks nowhere to be found. “Yes?”
What he was about to ask could kill the moment. “I need to know something, and I don’t know how to ask. I don’t want to upset you anymore than I already have, but I want you in the basest sense of the word. Did som—” Her finger lands on his lips halting him from saying more.
“No, they didn’t. They knocked me around, but never went that extra step. Although I’m sure it was next on their agenda if you guys hadn’t rescued me.”
Relief at knowing she hadn’t been touched in that way swept through him. He didn’t like that she’d been beaten but he’d seen the way she’d winced when he’d scooped her up from the hell room they’d put her in.
Tim pulled her close and held her tight. His heart pounded loudly in his ears. It wasn’t like this was the first time the team had rescued women, men and children who’d been taken against their will. But for him, Brielle was special because he’d seen her again. Normally, after a rescue mission they returned to base and continued on with their lives and other missions. As callous as it sounded he’d never given a thought as to how the people they rescued continued on with their lives. If he hadn’t seen Brielle again in San Diego, he probably wouldn’t have thought about her again. In their job it paid not to get emotionally attached to the people they rescued. Until he’d seen her in that bar, she’d just been another mission to him. After that night though, he hadn’t been able to stop his growing attachment to her.
“Thank you for asking, Tim.” Her hand cupped his cheek, a small smile playing across her lips.
It was a totally innocent smile, but it reignited his desire for her. He swooped down and captured her lips with his. While fused together he bent and picked her up. Her arms tightened around his neck and he strode down the hallway.
Once he strode into her room, he slid her down his body, a dangerous move when she brushed against his hard cock. He almost lost it there and then with just the merest touch of her body against his. It had been a long time since he’d hit that limit so quickly and Tim pulled on his inner will that had got him through BUD/s to tamper down his fiery need to possess Brielle.
He wasn’t an inconsiderate lover in the bedroom. He took his time to make sure the woman he was with enjoyed herself. This overwhelming need to have Brielle almost scared him.
“Are you having second thoughts?” she asked, and he worked out he’d been standing holding her for a few moments.
Honesty had been drummed into him by his father at an early age. He’d always been honest with the women he was with, he wasn’t planning on stopping now. He just hoped like hell he didn’t frighten Brielle away. “I have a fire burning inside of me and I’m afraid that it’s going to consume me so much that I’m going to hurt you. I’ve never felt this way. Ever since that kiss in the hospital, I’ve wanted to…possess you.”
If he thought his words were going to scare her off, he was wrong. Brielle reached out and laid her hands on his chest. “I don’t think you’ll hurt me at all, Tim. I trust you. I want you, too.”
He didn’t need to hear anything else, having her trust and knowing she wanted him was all he needed. Tim stepped away from her, toed off his shoes and began to unbutton his shirt. He groaned when Brielle’s tongue darted out and swiped across her lips. He wanted that tongue all over his body, as much as he wanted to lick his way all over hers. He knew the first time they’d be together he wouldn’t be able to do everything he wanted. He only hoped it would be more than one night.
Brielle couldn’t believe that she was standing in her bedroom with Tim. Her mouth salivated at the sight of his muscular chest and defined six pack. She knew he was strong but seeing the quiet strength his body possessed for the first time only made her appreciate him and what he did for a living even more.
Her hand went to the hem of her sweater, wanting to get skin to skin with him as quickly as possible. Tim’s hand touched hers and she looked up.
“I want to do it,” he said softly.
Her hands dropped to her side and her breath caught as he stepped close to her. He still had his jeans on, but it wasn’t hard to miss the mistakable line of his erection. Her eyelids drifted down when his hands rested lightly on her hips. With slow deliberate movements he pushed her sweater up. Goosebumps bubbled over her skin, as his fingers brushed lightly over her exposed flesh. He paused briefly as h
e hit the band of her bra.
God, she just wanted him to rip it off. Anticipation was good, but not what she wanted his touch right now. Finally, he pushed it up and over her head. Brielle immediately leaned into his warm heat, her arms closing around him. She lifted her head as Tim lowered his and their lips collided again.
Desire roared through her and her hands roved over his back, smoothing over the muscle packed flesh. It wasn’t enough though. She wanted it all. Wanted them naked on her bed. Wanted the fire he talked about to consume her. Brielle knew Tim would keep her safe. He’d done it on more than one occasion.
Her fingers fumbled with the button of his jeans. She wrenched her lips away from his so she could concentrate on the task at hand—getting him out of his pants.
“Why do jeans have to be so damn tight,” she muttered.
Tim laughed, the rumble of it reverberated through her, wetting her panties even more. “Just like you enjoy torturing us with many layers. We wear tight jeans to torment you.”
Finally, she got the button undone and her fingers closed over the metal tab. A few seconds later, his hands were joining hers in pushing the denim down. Brielle had never given any thought to if he was a boxer, boxer briefs or commando type guy. When his cock sprang free she had her answer.
“Isn’t that painful,” she asked as she trailed a finger down his long length, feeling the ridges of the zipper imprint on his hard flesh.
He moaned, and she looked up at him from beneath her lashes. His head was thrown back and his mouth hung open. She tightened her grip on his erection. She stroked a couple of times, her thumb smearing the pearl of pre-cum around his thick head.
“You need to stop that, sweetheart. I’m so close to the edge that I’m gonna embarrass myself like a thirteen year old boy.”
Brielle laughed and pulled her hand away. “We can’t have that, now can we.” Her hands moved to her own pants and had them undone and pushed down before he even blinked. As she stood in front of him in her matching bra and panty set, nerves assailed her. For a few minutes she’d forgotten all about the past six months of her life. During her therapy sessions with Dr. Baker they’d gone over her becoming intimate with a man. Even though she hadn’t been sexually assaulted, she’d still suffered a trauma at the hands of men. Oh, there was no doubt in her mind that Tim wouldn’t hurt her, but naked the man was spectacularly big—all over.
“Hey, if this is too much we can stop,” he said gently as he pulled her back into his embrace. His warm heat surrounded her and she closed her eyes, burrowing into him.
Safe.
The word echoed around her mind, as loud as a church bell. Whenever she was with Tim the fear she lived with disappeared and a resounding sense of safeness engulfed her.
His erection was squashed against her belly. That he was willing to stop when it was clear how much he wanted her, pushed all her doubts and worries away. “No, I want this.” She leaned back so he could look into her eyes and see for himself she was speaking the truth. “I want you. I feel safe when I’m with you. I know you’re not going to hurt me.”
His hands framed her face and she smiled as he reached down and placed a sweet, short kiss against her lips. “I would never hurt you, and I will do everything in my power to keep you safe.”
Tim moved them the short distance to her bed and then they were on it together. Arms and legs wrapped around each other. Mouths moving in unison. Every part she touched was hard and very male. There wasn’t a spare ounce of fat on him. She supposed, being a SEAL, he had to be lean and strong.
Brielle pulled her lips away from his, gasping air into her lungs. “I need you inside me now, Tim.”
His hand skimmed down her side, toying with the thin band of her panties. “But I want to play with you.”
She pushed him off her, he rolled over without any argument. She straddled him, his hard cock resting against her stomach. Now she was consumed with the fire Tim said controlled him. Brielle reached behind her and unhooked her bra. Once her breasts were free Tim’s hands covered them. Her head fell back as he massaged her, tweaking her nipples until they pointed straight out. Sharp fissions of desire shot through her body, all arrowing down to her pussy.
“Mmm, that feels so good.” She undulated her hips. An ache building deep inside her that she knew would only be released once Tim was buried deep in her. As though he read her mind, he flipped them so that he was lying on top of her again.
“We can go again with you on top. But right now, I have you exactly where I want you.”
Brielle couldn’t complain either. A hot naked Navy SEAL above her was what fantasies were made of. This man was giving her back her life.
Breathing wasn’t optional when Tim removed her panties and placed himself between her legs. Anticipation about what he’d do next was practically killing her. His lips kissed her inner thigh and her heart thumped out of her chest. His tongue licked up her leg until he reached her pussy. Her toes curled when he blew softly on her heated flesh.
Brielle reached down and cupped the back of his head, encouraging him to move where she wanted him. A moan ripped out of her at the first touch of his tongue on her slick folds. Her focus turned inward as Tim worked his magic, sucking and nibbling her. A delicious warmth manifested itself from where his mouth worked her, spreading out until it reached her toes. Her climax was close, so close, and when Tim’s thumb rubbed her clit, she exploded against his mouth. She shuddered as she came down from her high. Her breathing ragged.
Brielle opened her eyes and encountered Tim’s warm chocolate ones. She could sink into them.
“Okay?” he asked softly as his hand brushed down the side of her body.
She was more than okay, she was unbelievably relaxed, but she wanted to play with him a bit. “No. I’m not.”
His body went ridged above her, his eyes lost their warmth and she immediately regretted it when he moved away from her, sitting on the side of the bed. “Shit, Brielle. I’m sor—”
She reached out and cut off his words. The last thing she wanted to do was kill the mood and she’d effectively done that. Brielle sat up, knelt behind him and wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders. She kissed the side of his neck. “No, you’ve got nothing to be sorry for, Tim. It’s me who needs to be saying sorry.”
He tilted his head to the left and looked up at her. “What do you mean?”
God, how could she have been so stupid? She’d just experienced the best orgasm of her life and instead of Tim being buried deep inside her right now, he looked like he was about to get up and walk away from her. “What I mean is. I’m more than okay. I’m wonderful. I was teasing you, but I failed miserably.” She tightened her hold him. “I don’t want you to go.”
He remained tense beneath her touch and Brielle felt for sure he was still contemplating walking away from her, so she was unprepared for his quick movement. She yelped as she found herself flat on her back with Tim looming over her.
It was a stance that should’ve had her squirming to be free of his hold after what she’d been through, but this was Tim. Her gentle Navy SEAL. The man who wouldn’t hurt her but would protect her with everything in him.
Her body relaxed, and she placed her fingers on his chest, the muscles of his pecs firm beneath her touch. “I’m yours, Tim.”
She’d never uttered those words to any man in her life. They came naturally to her as she lay under him.
“Sweetheart, I’m yours, too.” Tim leaned toward her and she raised her head to meet him halfway. Their lips clung together, moving gently, a contradiction to the hunger growing inside of her. This kiss was full of promise. A promise of a future. A promise of desire. A promise of safety.
Tim’s arms slipped under her shoulders as the lower half of his body found it’s place between her legs. His hard cock rested at her entrance. All it would take was one shift of her hips and he’d be able to enter her.
“Wait,’ he said against her lips as though he read her mind and knew
what she was about to do next.
“Why?”
“Protection.”
At least one of them was thinking clearly. “Middle drawer,” she responded as she admired his back as he completed the task. Within moments he returned and settled between her legs. Never before had she anticipated the moment the man she was sleeping with would enter her. With Tim she couldn’t wait.
Brielle’s breath caught in her throat when his hand reached down between them and touched her, testing her to see if she was ready for him. Oh, she was more than ready. Her body still thrummed from her orgasm.
Tim rested his forehead against hers as his hips moved and he entered her slowly. Her body stretched to accommodate him. When he was fully seated inside her he held still. Her inner muscles clenched and unclenched around him.
She sighed and closed her eyes when he began to move, thrusting slowly out then in again. Her hips followed when he almost pulled himself out of her and her legs gripped his tightly when he slammed back into her.
“Oh God, this feels so good, Tim. So good,” she groaned out loud. Her body reaching for that elusive pinnacle again. This time she wanted Tim with her when she toppled over.
Their lips met in a frantic kiss as his pace quickened. Her toes curled again as sensations built inside of her, ready to burst out like champagne flowing out of a bottle when the cork was popped. And then she was that champagne bottle. Her orgasm hit her hard and fast. She shuddered beneath Tim, as he continued moving inside of her, prolonging her release until he joined her.
“Fuck, Bri,” he cried out as he arched his back. Her body greedily accepted his throbbing release inside of her.
Tim collapsed on top of her and she welcomed his weight. Her arms banded around him, holding him close. She never wanted to be parted from him.
Chapter Nine
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