HIS Series Box Set (Books 4-7)

by Sheila Kell

  He growled and pulled them apart with his hands on her biceps. “Enough or we’re going without dinner.”

  With a coy smile, she winked before she spun around and raced to the bedroom, hoping he understood the message and followed her. It’d suck if he didn’t show. Maybe she should’ve told him. No, he had to have understood. He was a man after all.

  In the bedroom, she stripped off her shirt and bra, toeing off her sneakers, then tackling the button on her jeans. She was hopping and nearly dancing in her rush to strip before he arrived in the room. He’d probably been sensible and put the meat back in the refrigerator before he followed her, and he’d obviously walked, not tore off like she had. If she could hurry, she could be in bed, waiting for him… and be ready.

  She’d just hopped onto the bed when Matt joined her in the room. He didn’t say a word, just began stripping with his eyes glued to her. Playfully, she patted the space beside her. “I saved a spot for you.” She loved the sight of him without a shirt on. That broad expanse of a chest with enough curly hair to make playing in it fun but not so much that kissing on it choked a girl. Itching to reach out and touch his chest, and excited about how bold and brave she’d become, she decided to keep up her flirty mood and touched her own breasts instead to tease him. He always loved her touching herself. She moaned, and his hand froze on his pants. Oh, it felt good, but nothing compared to what his hands and mouth on her felt like.

  That thought evoked a smile on her face and warmth radiated through her limbs. She wanted his hands on her. She couldn’t wait, and she jumped back out of bed and moved to a stunned Matt who still had his hands on the button of his jeans. He stood transfixed by her little show, and that gave her a heady feeling of power.

  MATT was in heaven, or the next best thing. Caitlyn was touching her breasts. The sight set his blood afire as it brought back many of the memories with her… even naked… especially naked and standing in front of him with a look like she was about to devour him whole. That might be nice, but he had bigger plans for them now that she could be intimate without anxiety. He’d like to let go fully, not worrying about anything other than her pleasure.

  “Are you sore?” He wouldn’t hurt her no matter how bad she made him want her.

  She shook her head. “No.”

  “Well then, I could use some help here.” He looked down at her and pointed to the button on his jeans. Really, he didn’t need assistance, but it kept her hands off her breasts, which in turn kept him from drooling all over and then coming in his pants like a teenager getting to second base for the first time.

  She smiled at him seductively, her eyes darkening, yet somehow sparkling.

  As if belting out a love song, his pulse sang about their upcoming sex. She was free. He could see it in her eyes and her actions. Thank the fuck for that.

  While she worked the button and zipper on his jeans, he placed both hands on the sides of her face and tilted her up to him. His heart pounded, beating against his chest as if trying to gain freedom from the constraints. At first, he and Caitlyn simply gazed at each other with a fiery intensity that should’ve seared them both. They’d had that before anything had happened to her. So much passed between them like this. Lust… love… trust.

  The trust was in her eyes, and that meant no holding back.

  Matt leaned down and took her mouth in a searing kiss. His intention had been to go slowly and gently, but fuck… she had his mind so muddled he couldn’t imagine what would come out of his brain while reminding him the steps to having sex. Thankfully, he figured he could do it all without that coaching from within.

  Once she’d finished her chore of unfastening his jeans, he moved his hands down to her arms before she could wrap them around him. Frustratingly, he broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against hers. “Get in the bed.” His demand didn’t have the power behind it he wanted because he was gasping to catch his breath. “I’m right behind you.”

  When she didn’t move, he spun her around to where she was facing the bed. Since she still wouldn’t move, Matt swatted her on a perfect butt cheek to get her forward momentum going.

  “Ow,” she said, rubbing her hand on the spot where his red handprint was already showing. Fuck. That couldn’t have hurt her. He didn’t swat hard. A shot of remorse hit him for potentially harming her.

  Caitlyn turned around pouting and with an intensity in her eyes that almost knocked him over. “You’re going to have to kiss it and make it better.”

  A chuckle escaped him. Hell, he planned to kiss her entire body again anyway. A shiver of anticipation plowed through his veins at the thought. Sex had been good between them when they were younger, but now… it wasn’t that it was better necessarily, but it was that emotional part that threw him for a loop.

  Taking off his shoes, he carefully removed the one on his artificial limb. Normally he didn’t take that shoe off unless he was changing it to match his other shoe. He’d just toe his jeans over it if he could, but that was also when he knew he was taking off the limb to go to bed. He decided to leave it on… for now.

  Shoving down his pants and underwear, he tried recounting football stats to help him slow down the thinking in his pants.

  Once his attire was crumpled up in the spot he’d initially stood, he made haste to the bed. Caitlyn lay there with only a sheet covering her from the waist down. All the ground of distance he’d gained while recalling stats was lost when she pulled the cover off her in invitation.

  Damn, she was beautiful… and sexy… and his woman. Even more so than when they’d been a happy couple. That halted him in his tracks. Could they be another happy couple, or were they doomed to a short love affair?

  “You can take it off.” She’d come to a kneeling position on the bed and was pointing to his prosthesis.

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes. Go ahead.”

  With her blessing, he shrugged and sat on the edge of the bed and then pulled the compression sleeve off, leaving it draped on the artificial limb. Then he did the remaining steps to free what remained of his leg. All that time he felt her warm breath near his ear while she observed.

  “How long have you had it?” she asked when he’d finished.

  “A little over five years.” Years he’d wanted her by his side, and when that hadn’t happened—hell, she probably hadn’t heard—all he’d wanted to do was crawl into a hole and die. Thankfully his father and brothers had helped keep him sane. Surprisingly, Brad had been the one to find the place in Memphis to get the custom-fitted limb.

  The more he was around other amputees, the quicker his pain and regret seeped away so he could function as he was. He’d worked doubly hard on his strengthening in his legs. It was weird working out without the prosthetic, but luckily there’d been other amputees there to motivate him to recovery.

  “I love the scene painted on the artificial limb.”

  He was so used to it that it didn’t even occur to him she might find it interesting. “It was there the last time you saw it.”

  “Yeah, but I didn’t want to ruin a perfectly good moment”—she bit her bottom lip—“like I am now.”

  “You’re not ruining anything. As for the design, it’s just the American flag waving in the background, and an eagle, and my SEAL team badge and trident.” His SEAL tattoo had been on his calf. The one he’d lost, so he only saw it fitting it belonged on his prosthetic.

  “It’s a work of art.”

  He didn’t want this to turn into him or anything to do with his only having half a leg, so he shifted and swung his stump of a leg on the bed, then used his other foot and hands to help propel him back on the bed. With his hands behind him, he scooted the rest of the way until there was enough room for the two of them to move, because as far as he was concerned, staying in one spot didn’t work unless you were a teenage kid working with a one-minute window of sex. And he planned for it to be a hell of a lot longer than that.

  Matt turned to his side, propping his head up
with his hand, elbow sinking in the mattress. Similar to what she’d done earlier, he patted the space next to him with his free hand and gave her an expectant look.

  Raking his gaze over her again, he wondered how he’d gotten so lucky to find her again after all this time. She was the entire package—beautiful inside and out—and she was his. He wouldn’t walk away from her again. He’d be staying—somehow, some way. Devon would work it out. He had to. Matt couldn’t accept any other answer than being with Caitlyn.

  With a giggle, she plopped down on the bed on her back, her arms and legs spread wide. Well, one arm hit him in the chest, so not so wide. By allowing this, she must’ve still felt that she was in control somehow. “Take me, I’m yours,” she said dramatically.

  She didn’t have to tell him twice. He didn’t even need a map for the playground she provided. It was still seared into his brain. Something to never be forgotten.

  Now he had to decide where to start. Hell, he’d—

  “Just remember,” she broke into his thoughts, “fair play.” Her seductive tone shot goose bumps skittering along his body.

  Even though she’d opened herself up, he didn’t think climbing on top of her right away was the way to go, just in case. Although she didn’t seem bothered by it when he’d flipped them before. Then again, she had also been in the throes of an orgasm, so she might not have been cognizant of his actions.

  So, he’d start with what was level with his mouth, and it wasn’t hers.

  CAITLYN SIGHED IN pleasure. She should’ve known he’d start with her breasts. That had been typical of him when they’d been together in the past. She wouldn’t complain, because the sensations she underwent when he kissed her body were off the charts.

  She supposed she should’ve been nervous, maybe even fearful about opening her body up to Matt as she had, but she trusted him to make love to her. With him, the fear of being intimate had resolved itself. When they’d made love before and he’d climbed on top of her, if she hadn’t been so sated, she feared she’d have reacted differently. Well, at least reacted. Thankfully, he’d moved before her brain could go from a top-of-the-world orgasm to cowering in fright. A small part of her wondered if she’d had Matt alongside her all of these years, would she have been normal with sex?

  With his mouth on one nipple and his free hand fondling the other peaked nub, her blood flowed hot through her veins, and the heat below simmered, ready to boil into an orgasm that she knew he’d make sure she had.

  Matt’s tongue flicked her pert nipple, and she caught his heated gaze boring into her. Placing her hand on his head, her fingers absently ran through his hair. Locked in each other’s gaze, his hand tightened his hold on her breast and squeezed, and then moved slowly down her body.

  Caitlyn’s breaths sped up, knowing what pleasure was sure to come. He kissed her on the mouth, his lips worked their way slowly down her body. The warm, damp kisses carved a path of desire over her chest, down around her belly button, sending goose bumps running over her skin. Then he moved to her core where his hot breath on her sex sent a shiver of delight running through her body. It was all so much pleasure she could barely contain it.

  Moving his body to position himself between her legs with his mouth even with her mound, Matt spoke softly to her. “Anytime you want me to stop, just say so.”

  Jokingly she asked, “Do we need safe words?”

  He cocked his head to the side and raised an eyebrow. “Not unless there’s something you’re not telling me.”

  She couldn’t tell if he was jesting with her or thought it to be the truth. “No. I still don’t know what vanilla means, so ‘stop’ works for me.” Although she didn’t plan on using the word tonight.

  After a deep, soul-searching gaze, Matt nodded and chuckled. “Okay. Now, I need to taste you again.”

  Oh, she wouldn’t shy away. She wanted him to taste her also. Matt was a master at oral sex—always bringing her to orgasm in almost no time whatsoever. Big, strong orgasms were always a guarantee once his tongue touched her so intimately.

  As her hands played with the top of his head—that was all she could reach in this position—anticipation raked through her. When his tongue touched her clit for the first time, she nearly came off the bed. Damn the man. She heard a chuckle from him at her response.

  Running a finger down the seam of her wet folds, he split them, and his tongue slid down her center. She couldn’t bite back the moan that escaped from her chest.

  “Damn, you taste like perfection,” Matt said before his lips went to her clit and sucked on it.

  An electric shock zipped through her, but he wasn’t done torturing her to ecstasy. Torturing because his finger inside her and his lips on her felt damn good, but he wouldn’t allow her to come until he decided it was time to bring her to that pleasurable peak. Oh, he’d get her there, but on his own timetable. She wanted to come.

  A second finger glided inside her, and she grew wetter.

  His voice rumbled over her sex. “I know you want me to hurry, but you have no idea how much you’ve been driving me crazy. I’ve imagined doing this to you all day. Savoring you. And with your shirt today as thin as it was, I saw when your nipples peaked when we were in the cold air conditioner. I swore you were teasing me until I realized you had no idea.”

  His fingers remained in place, tormenting her with their movements, and his mouth went back to her clit, using his tongue, as he flicked her sensitive nub. She craved… no needed him inside her.

  “So wet,” Matt murmured.

  She arched her back and tipped her hips forward, moaning in bliss and not trying to hide her frustration. “Please, Matt. I want to come.”

  He stopped his movement and lifted his head to her. “That’s all you had to say.”

  With his fingers and mouth teasing her flesh, an orgasm began to ride her.

  “I’m so close,” she cried out. Her breath coming in pants and her body on fire.

  Matt said something against her clit, but she couldn’t make it out. His intense work of his fingers and mouth were almost too much to handle. “Let go. I’ve got you,” he breathed.

  Her heart beat overtime at his words. When his mouth went back to her clit, she exploded with a million balls of fire radiating through her body in extreme ecstasy. She floated and hated that she needed to come back to herself. To find safety. But with Matt kissing his way back up her body, but shifting his mass off her, it could wait while she enjoyed the remnants of the immense orgasm he gave her.

  ALTHOUGH he wanted to drive his cock into her, Matt kissed his way back up her body, keeping his aside until she said it was okay for him to be on top, even though the movements weren’t necessarily easy with his partial leg, but since it was a below the knee amputation, he had more usage than if it were otherwise.

  It was possible that his being on top of her would never happen again. Part of him chastised himself for taking advantage of her the first time. The other part decided he might be helping her in slow bits.

  If it happened that she never allowed him on top, they’d learn to deal with it. She’d made such great strides already, and even though he said earlier he wouldn’t hold back, he loved her and refused to push her before she was ready. Although he wasn’t sure he could still do some of the positions they’d used to, he’d give it his damnedest.

  He took her earlobe between his lips and sucked, trying to fight off the pain in his erect cock. He wanted to plunge deep inside her so badly that it hurt, but she needed to lead the way. He just hoped their lovemaking hadn’t ended for the night.

  With her eyes still closed and her arms out to the side where she’d grabbed hold of the covers when she came, Caitlyn whispered, “I want you inside me… on top.”

  Yeah, he wanted it too, but… “Are you sure? It’s okay if you’re on top again.” More than okay in his mind. He’d get to watch those tempting breasts bounce around with her movements.

  She bit her lip, and his heart sank a little. She was
n’t truly ready. “How about you start on top and then we’ll flip?” he offered.

  “No. I’m ready.”

  She still hadn’t looked at him, so he couldn’t tell what her eyes were telling him. “Look at me, Caitlyn.”

  It took a moment, but she opened her gorgeous eyes and turned to him. “Please,” she begged.

  Now he was nervous like the first time he’d ever made love to her in college. He’d known then she was the woman for him. That hadn’t changed. He nodded once. “Okay.”

  She turned back to look at the ceiling. Almost like she was out as an offering.

  Well fuck. “Please don’t be afraid of me. We’ll take it slowly,” he said with his gaze hungrily glued on her lips. “You tell me to stop anytime you want. Okay?” He looked up into her gaze now focused on him. It swam with understanding and love.

  She nodded her answer and gave him a soft smile.

  Slowly, Matt moved his body fully over hers, injured leg straining, but he was strong enough for this. Damn, it felt good to be in this position. So what if it was the missionary position. It fucking rocked when it was with Caitlyn.

  Reaching to the bedside table, he tore and unwrapped a condom, then gritted his teeth when he rolled it down his hard length before he moved to her.

  The first thing he did when he hovering over her was kiss her passionately. Heat seared their lips and desire raced through as their tongues intertwined and dueled with purpose. So much could go into a moment like this, and so much coaxing could come out of one.

  He reached down to make sure she was still wet. He barely held back his groan when he discovered how wet she was. It must’ve been some orgasm that rocked her. A smile tugged at his lips, loving he’d done that to her.

  Breaking apart their lips, he attacked the area between her jaw and collarbone, along with her silky throat. “You’re so wet.”