Night Maneuvers

by Tawny Weber

  He did that by focusing on the end goal, on the reason behind the orders. On the purpose at hand. And, usually, by finding something redeeming in the action. Or, in this case, the distraction.

  With that in mind, Aaron curled his fingers over the delicious softness of Bryanna’s hips and held her even tighter. Tight enough that their thighs brushed together as they moved. Sliding from side to side, rubbing in tempting friction that mimicked, that invited.

  He slowed his steps, added a little hip bump to the dance. Nothing subtle. This obviously called for a more direct approach.

  As her eyes blurred, desire shimmering in the dark depths, Aaron smiled.

  He did like naked distractions.

  “I’d love to get you somewhere private,” he murmured against the soft silk of her hair. Breathing deep the scent of coconut and...was that passionflower? Aaron reveled in the need throbbing, hot and hard, through his body. He liked desire. It was clean. It was simple. “Alone, just the two of us.”

  “Why do I doubt we’ll get much talking done if it’s just the two of us? Alone. Someplace...private,” she asked, her dark eyes flashing with heat and interest.

  “We’d talk. Among other things.” His fingers skimmed up, then down, the center of her back, sliding along the delicate slenderness of her spine. She arched just a little at his touch, her breasts rubbing over his chest, sending spears of desire into his gut, spiraling out through all his senses.

  “Other things?” she repeated breathlessly, wetting her lips. “What other things, exactly?”

  Aaron’s fingers twined through her curls, the ones that floated loose and sexy down the side of her neck. He felt her shiver as if it were moving through his own body. He liked that. His gaze dropped to her lips, the wet fullness of them tempting him to taste.

  He slid one hand between their bodies, skimming his knuckles up her side, along the graceful length of her throat, then tucking them beneath her chin to lift her mouth for his.

  God, how he wanted a taste of her.

  “Other things, like getting to know each other better,” he said just before his lips took hers.

  His tongue dipped into her sweetness, sipping at the rich flavor, delighting in the wet heat of her mouth. He felt her heart beating against the back of his hand where it now rested on her chest. Her taste and his senses, so delicious he knew that he had to have more. So, so much more.

  But not here. Not on a public dance floor. He slowly, reluctantly lifted his mouth from hers. Aaron waited for Bryanna to open her eyes, for her gaze to meet his again. Then he smiled.

  “We’d get to know each other much, much better.”

  He waited, moving gently to the beat of the band’s rendition of “Patience.”

  Finally, the waiting paid off when she smiled and tilted her head.

  “Let’s go.”

  CHAPTER FOUR

  BRYANNA WAS A woman who prided herself on living life to the fullest. The fullest, however, had never included leaving a bar with a man she’d just met with the intention of having wild sex.

  But she figured life must have put the sexiest, most intriguing, overwhelmingly compelling man she’d ever met in her path for just that reason, since that was where they were heading.

  Wild sex.

  Bryanna was as open to and interested in sex as she was everything else in life. But she’d never felt anything like this. Such a hot, intense, demanding need that wouldn’t let her turn away. Not until she’d experienced what Aaron could give her, had enjoyed everything he could do to her. From the second she’d seen him in the bar, she’d wanted him.

  And now she’d have him.

  Unabashedly watching Aaron as he drove the car she’d rented, she wet her lips and wondered. How good was he? His kiss had been off the charts. What did that say for the rest?

  “Second thoughts?” he asked.

  She should be having them. His tone made it clear he wouldn’t hold it against her if she did. But Bryanna didn’t have room in her head for second thoughts. Not when there was so much speculating going on.

  “Not second thoughts. More like interesting fantasies,” she teased.

  “Fantasies, huh? You’ve heard the rumors, right?” He shifted his eyes from the road to give her a sweeping look that had Bryanna’s stomach tightening and her thighs trembling.

  “Rumors?” Cursing her breathlessness, she wet her lips again and blew out a long, silent breath.

  “Yeah. SEALs are rumored to be the best, to be the strongest, the biggest. We are bigger, better and harder than all the rest.” He flashed her a smile that made her want to wiggle in her seat to relieve some of the hot pressure building between her thighs. “We last longer, too.”

  Her intellect peeked through the desire long enough to remind her that she was supposed to be getting an interview with this guy. But when Aaron smiled at her, every thought fell from her head. Every thought that didn’t include sex, that was.

  “Is it true?” She almost came just thinking about it. “The rumor, is it based on fact?”

  “We’re going to find out,” he promised, reaching over to grasp her hand with his. Not taking his eyes off the road, he lifted her fingers to his mouth and nibbled gently. She gasped when he slid his tongue down her index finger and almost moaned out loud when he scraped his teeth over her palm.

  God.

  From that point forward, Bryanna didn’t remember the drive to her hotel. She was barely aware of the elevator ride or pulling the room key from her purse. Her entire focus was on the man standing next to her.

  “Nice room,” he decided as he strode through the space. He tweaked the curtains, checked her view. He stepped into the bathroom for a fast glance, flipped the light on, then pulled the door almost closed.

  Why was he waiting? Why didn’t he kiss her? She wanted to feel his hands on her again. Needed to feel those lips, to taste his mouth.

  He moved to her desk, picked up her heavy copy of The Bluejacket’s Manual, running his fingers along the words etched in gold on the spine of the navy binding. Afraid he’d flip it open and start reading up on Naval history and customs, she stepped forward.

  “I thought you brought me back here to seduce me.”

  His smile flashed as he met her eyes. He tossed the book onto the desk without another glance, but didn’t move other than to lean back, cross one ankle over the other and his arms over his chest.

  “I thought we came back to have that little chat you wanted in private.”

  Bryanna knew what he was doing then. He was giving her an out. The chance to stick with business without feeling like a tease. Despite their coming here, to her hotel room for hot, wild sex, he’d let her out of it without saying a word. Without a hint of pressure or guilt.

  God. It made her want him even more.

  “Why don’t we start with seduction,” she suggested, her body humming with need as she began flicking open her blouse buttons one by one. “Then we can get to the chat.”

  * * *

  HELL, YEAH.

  Already hard, ready to get harder, Aaron watched with admiring eyes as the silky fabric of Bryanna’s blouse gaped open. Her skin gleamed in the soft light as she shrugged it off, the fabric sliding away to reveal full breasts cupped in the temptation of a black satin bra. She was long lines, her torso slender pouring into a tiny waist. Her skirt’s wide waistband rode low on her hips, revealing the tiny red jewel gleaming from her belly button.

  Aaron’s mouth went dry, blood rushing through his head so fast, so hard, it sounded like the ocean’s roaring demand. A demand he’d made it his life’s calling to answer. He wanted to touch her. Needed to taste her. But knowing the power of timing, and truly curious to see what she’d do next, he forced himself to stay where he was.

  He did, however, strip his long-sl
eeved tee over his head and toss it aside.

  “Just evening things out,” he said with a grin when she lifted a curious brow.

  “I like a man who believes in equality.” As if testing his commitment to that, her hands skimmed down the flat planes of her stomach to the waistband of her skirt.

  Mimicking her move, Aaron hooked his fingers under his belt buckle and slid the heavy canvas from its metal clasp without taking his eyes from hers.

  A smile playing over those full lips, Bryanna made quick work of the hook and zipper on the side of her skirt. She held the black fabric against her hip so it wouldn’t join her blouse on the floor, then waited.

  His turn.

  Knowing they’d only be in the way, Aaron skipped ahead to his boots. Without taking his eyes from hers, he leaned against the desk and lifted one foot, then the other, to untie the laces, then toed off the stiff leather. A sweep of one foot shoved the boots aside.

  Already hard enough that the pressure was forcing his zipper down, Aaron shifted to concrete when she slid her tongue over her bottom lip so the wetness glistened. She didn’t kick her shoes away, though. Instead, she let her skirt drop.

  Leaving her standing there in panties that were no more than a tiny scrap of black satin to match her bra. And her shoes. His mouth went dry as his gaze traveled the length of well-toned legs, long thighs and delicately chiseled calves to her feet encased in slim red straps of leather and spiked heels.

  Was there anything sexier than a practically naked woman in high heels? He’d seen his share—enough to figure the answer to that was a resounding hell, no. But never in his life had he seen a woman as sexy as Bryanna. And never had he been affected by one so strongly.

  Done playing, ready to get down to the real action, Aaron made quick work of his jeans, kicking them, his socks and boxers out of his way so he could move freely across the room.

  “Whoa, hold up,” Bryanna said, gesturing for him to stop. Her eyes danced with delight as they roamed over his nude form, then she gave a soft hum. “I need a second to appreciate this view.”

  “Appreciate later,” he suggested with a laugh.

  Two steps was all it took to put his hands on her. To touch that soft skin, to feel her warmth. His fingers curled over her waist as he pulled her against the hard, needy length of his body. Her scent wrapped around him, that floral-drenched coconut that made him think of the hot tropics, a moonlit beach and the pounding surf.

  His mouth took hers. Those lips gave way and her tongue wrapped around his in welcome.

  Needs and wants battled.

  He wanted to shove her against the wall and drive himself into the pleasure of her lush body. He wanted to lose himself in her, to experience every drop of pleasure she’d give.

  But he needed to make sure she felt more. That the pleasure he gave her was beyond anything she’d ever experienced before.

  Needs, in this case, overwhelmed wants. So Aaron slowed down. He harnessed his own driving desire and set out to tease and torment, to delight and worship.

  “Do you do this often?” she asked in a breathy tone.

  “Sweetheart, I promise, I do it often enough to make sure you don’t have any complaints,” he teased, his fingers skimming down the delicious fullness of her breast. Barely contained by the black silk of her bra, her flesh was like gold.

  A sailor through and through, he knew the lure of gold. The temptation of treasure. With her black curls tumbling around that lovely face and a smile that spoke of a million secrets, he realized she might be the most alluring temptation he’d ever seen.

  He slid one strap down her shoulder, then the other. The fabric held tight for a moment, then dropped away, taking his breath with it.

  Holy hell, she was gorgeous.

  Berry-pink nipples tilted upward, as if begging him to take them into his mouth. To sip. To taste. To devour. So he did.

  He touched, his thumbs circling, fingers pinching. He bit, teeth working those tender nubs to a fever pitch. He pressed her back onto the bed, slipped those tiny panties from Bryanna’s slender hips and gave a deep sigh of appreciation.

  “Gorgeous,” he breathed. “You’re so damned gorgeous.”

  Her hair spread over the blankets in black silken coils, Bryanna gave him a long, slumberous look.

  “Do you want me?”

  His eyes traveled up those golden legs, one bent at the knee and the other wrapped around his thigh. He took in the glistening curls between her thighs, waiting and beckoning. Her waist was so slender, her torso so delicate as it opened to breasts lush enough to lose himself in forever. And that face. God, what a face. Her eyes were hooded, inviting, and her mouth wet and waiting.

  “I’ve never wanted anyone more than I want you,” he confessed. Her eyes widened but he didn’t give her time to think.

  Pausing only long enough to slip a condom from his wallet—like Boy Scouts, SEALs were always prepared—Aaron ranged himself over her sweet body.

  Eyes locked on hers, Aaron sipped from her lips, sliding his hands up and down, then into her delicate folds. Testing and teasing, he took as much pleasure from the passion fogging her eyes as he did the feel of her beneath him. Finally, feeling her tense, he took a moment for the condom, then slid the hard, aching length of his cock into her wet passage.

  One slow inch at a time.

  Her hands raced over him, nails scraping gently as she tried to urge him on, tried to tempt him to go faster, to hurry them both over the edge of pleasure.

  “My pace,” he said between his teeth, holding tight to control as he watched her lose hers. “My pace, your pleasure.”

  His pace. Her pleasure.

  He chanted the words with each thrust, delighting in the heat as she gripped tight to his throbbing cock. One hand braced on the mattress beside her head, he shifted the other between their bodies, cupping her breast, squeezing. Delighting. His fingers tweaked, teased, tugged.

  Her body tightened, arched like a bow, her breath coming in gasps. She was so damned delicious to watch as she went over that first edge. Aaron reveled in her climax, even as he shifted to send her up again.

  * * *

  BRYANNA WAS PRETTY sure this was what heaven felt like. Even as the orgasm shot through her, exploding in tiny prisms of pleasure, her body went up again. He felt so good, so big and hard and, God, amazing, as he slid into her. She wrapped her ankles tight behind his back, meeting each thrust with her own.

  Suddenly she was airborne, her body flying, her stomach plummeting as he flipped positions so she rose over him, staring down at him. Her thighs straddled his hips, his hands gripped hers as he guided her down, impaling her on the hard length of his cock still nestled inside her.

  Bryanna shuddered at the power of it. She could feel him slide along every inch of her, pleasuring her a centimeter at a time. When he’d filled her, when he’d reached her very core, he paused, his fingers digging into her flesh.

  Her eyes fluttered open, her mind struggling to clear enough to focus on his face. His features were taut, pulled tight with desire. His eyes were intent on hers, narrow and hot.

  He waited.

  For what?

  Her body trembled, her chest tense with the need to scream her pleasure. To demand more.

  That was what he was waiting for, she realized.

  For her to take more.

  Bryanna moved. Bracing her knees on the mattress, she slowly rose, moaning with pleasure at the feel of him sliding along the wet depths of her channel. Gripping his shoulders, her fingers digging tight, she slid back down, crying out this time at the intensity of it all.

  His hands slid up her body, caressing her waist, teasing her skin until he reached her breasts. Fingers spread, hands cupped, his thumbs worked her aching nipples into a frenzy of pleasure.

  Bry
anna went wild.

  She plunged. She gyrated. She took.

  She came. Over and over again.

  Feeling as if her chest were going to explode, the breath coming fast and furious, Bryanna tried to find a sane thought. Or, hell, even an insane one. But her mind wouldn’t work, couldn’t focus. The sensations were too strong. Too powerful.

  Like Aaron’s hands.

  Hard and demanding, he pushed her to her limits and beyond. Even when her body felt it could take no more, he showed her how wrong she was. Proved how much more pleasure there was to be had.

  “Now,” she begged, panting out the word with desperate need. “Please, now.”

  “You want me?”

  “Yes,” she gasped. “Yes, yes, yes.”

  She chanted the word, still chanting as he flipped their positions again, gripped her hips as he rose to his knees. He lifted her butt high to meet his body. He pressed the hard tip of his erection against her throbbing wetness.

  He plunged.

  Bryanna’s chants became keening demand, her fingers digging into the rigid hardness of his biceps, gripping tight as she met each thrust with one of her own.

  The world exploded.

  Pleasure burst in starlight, flashing shards of passion against her closed eyes. Even as she cried out, she felt Aaron’s body tighten. His body tensed. His breath caught.

  And he came on a guttural cry that sent her flying again on that trembling cloud of delight.

  Love. That one word floated through the pleasure swimming in Bryanna’s mind, filling her senses. Love.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  AARON WAS IN TROUBLE.

  His head was spinning in about twenty different directions while his body did a slow loop the opposite way.

  What the hell?

  This wasn’t the usual “oh yeah, it feels good to have sex” pleasure. This was beyond anything he’d ever felt. Anything he’d even imagined.