Seize (St. Martin Family Saga: Emergency Responders) Book 2: Erotic Romance

by Gina Watson

  Yeah, usually that was what he liked, but she was more exotic than any woman he’d ever had. He couldn’t understand it himself. She was pure, she was truth, she was his and his only, and he found those things to be more alluring than any physical feature.

  He wanted her to never question her beauty again.

  “Your graceful long neck”—he skimmed the line of her neck with his teeth—“your perky breasts and sensitive tits”—he drew them erect using his teeth—“the smooth column of your torso”—his fingers feathered down to the space at the top of her thighs—“and the delicate, dainty folds that hide all your treasures … Those are the things that make you the most beautiful woman I’ve ever had in my arms. You make me forget everyone else.”

  She preened at his words, arching her neck and back, showcasing her body and offering herself to him. Her skin glistened as she slowly rolled her hips, and she smiled seductively, revealing her pearly white teeth. His fingers manipulated the rigid knot of nerves between her legs, flesh already slick with her desire. Her legs gave out, and he pulled her into him, all the while keeping up his massage. It drove him wild, the way she responded to his touch, knowing too it had always been only his touch. He massaged until her panting and the leg climbing high around his waist told him she was ready to climax.

  “Let yourself go, Mia.”

  “I don’t … I don’t want to until you’re with me.” Her breaths were shallow, her skin heated, her cheeks flushed.

  “Baby, you’re going to come again and again tonight, but we can’t start until you’re ready for me. I need you to come right now on my hand.”

  At his words, she bucked and uncoiled, releasing on his fingers. She was utterly perfect. Responding to his command as well as to his touch made her a goddess in his eyes.

  Her eyes closed as the vestiges of her climax shuddered through her. Dropping her head back, she said, “Please tell me I’m ready to take you now.”

  His teeth grazed the pulsing vein in her neck. “No one’s ever been more ready, baby.” His hands cupped her ass, and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his hips. He set her on the edge of the bed, and her gaze followed his every move. Her body shuddered.

  “Hey, you having second thoughts?”

  “I have thoughts, but not that kind.”

  “What kind then?”

  “You’re big—I heard that was desirable.”

  He didn’t know how desirable it would be for a virgin but yeah, he’d never had any complaints. But fuck, this was different. He’d never taken someone’s virginity before. Would he hurt her? He thought it was inevitable. “It’s going to hurt.”

  Her eyes held confidence. “I know. That’s why I want it to be you. I trust you.”

  “Tell me if you want me to stop.”

  She nodded.

  He fixed a pillow beneath her ass to lift her to him. Placing the head of his dick at her entrance, he rubbed through her wetness and slowly inserted the tip. The pressure he needed to breach her entrance was significant and if he was struggling, he knew she would be hurting. Shit, this was crazy.

  Her chest rapidly pulsed up and down. He pulled back and positioned her better with her legs back and her hands on her knees, holding herself open to him. He inserted his middle finger and when she took it, he added his index finger. This was the fullest she’d ever been. Her breathing was heavy as her tension grew. Withdrawing his fingers, he licked her seam to apply lubrication and he rubbed her clit to keep her charged for him.

  He pulled her to the end of the bed. “Mia, please look at me.”

  She opened her eyes. God, he could fall into those purple eyes and stay forever.

  “Don’t take your eyes off me.” He had to get past this first part and then they could enjoy each other. A bead of sweat rolled down his temple. Mia held her knees up and he held the backs of her thighs as he pushed through the initial barrier in one strong thrust, inserting himself two inches.

  A low groan escaped her lips, but her eyes stayed focused on his. As her body quivered, her tits grew harder and a shade darker. So beautiful. Her hips spread a little more as he pushed in another few inches. She closed her eyes.

  “No, look at me.”

  Sleepy, lust-drugged eyes opened, half-hooded.

  “Mia.”

  Her eyes opened wider.

  “Can you take more?”

  She moaned, her chest bowing off the bed. She stretched and whispered a breathy, “Augie, please.”

  Did that mean yes? Fuck it. His body was hurting from holding back, so he pushed in another two inches. God, it felt good to push into her soft, wet heat.

  Her whimpers would have alarmed him had he not been watching her face.

  “You okay, babe?”

  “Need a minute.”

  She bit her lip and pushed against his thigh with her hand, her body feebly fighting his invasion. One more good push and they’d be home free. Her body writhed beneath him and her hips rolled sensuously.

  “Are you ready?”

  “Ah, yes.”

  He grabbed her waist and pushed in deep, eliciting a half cry, half sob from her, but God it felt good to stretch his full length into her, his balls resting on the curve of her buttocks. His hands slid up her back. Pressing her to him, he kissed her cheek, her nose, her lips. He pushed her hair from her face, the wet strands sticking to her neck. He took in her every contour and shadow, as though he hadn’t seen her every day, nearly every hour, for the last seven days. Being inside her was as close to heaven as he’d ever get, and he wanted to memorize every sensation. What a gift she’d given him. He would always be her first; no other guy would be able to take that away from him. Shit, he didn’t like thinking about her with other men.

  “How do you feel?”

  She lifted her face to his and delicately placed a kiss on his lips. “I love you, Augie.”

  “Mia, I …” God, she cut him to the quick with her innocent honesty. Did he love her? Had he ever loved anyone? He loved his brothers and his parents because they were his family. His feelings for Mia were already much deeper. But what did that mean? He pulled a few inches from her and pushed back in delicately, testing her ability to take what he gave. She moved her hips, meeting his thrusts, and he increased to a steady rhythm, not too rough for her delicate body. He’d never had sex like this before, never thought about his partner this way. He just took what he needed and hoped they got something out of it too.

  Angling her body, he rubbed his cock against her G-spot, recognizing the moment she felt it when her eyes first widened and then the lids dropped. Staying steady, he tried to hold the position that was giving her immense pleasure because, God, he wanted this to be good for her. His mission was to brand himself so deeply on her, in her, that she’d never forget his name or this night. And wasn’t that a radical fucking thought.

  She started to buck against him and her mewls turned into sighs that turned into gasps.

  “Are you there, babe? I want to be with you.”

  “Where?”

  “Are you about to come?”

  “I don’t know.” Her voice was raspy, low, and breathy.

  “You are; I know your body.” He increased his pace, not wanting to go wide open because he would kill himself if he hurt her. Could he even come this way? That didn’t matter so much, since it was about her tonight. All about her lovely body melting around him.

  When that body started to contract, her walls gripped him so tight it was almost painful. He stilled as much as the position and his body would allow, then without warning he exploded, the release deeper, stronger, than he’d ever felt before. It started low in his abdomen and radiated out. For one moment they existed perfectly together, both on the same fixed point, holding steady, a rapture of their bodies in both time and space.

  He whispered, “Michaela.”

  He’d never remotely felt so close to another person. His lips took her mouth, coaxing her to open. When she did, he slid his tongue in and pl
unged deep, mimicking his body’s movement. He laced his fingers through hers, linking as much of their bodies as possible as they rode out the waves crashing through them.

  Then he simply floated in glorious, soul-healing peace.

  Minutes later—maybe hours later—he kissed the shell of her ear. “That was the most precious gift anyone has ever given me.”

  She presented him with a tired, satisfied smile. “Did you … was it … I mean …”

  He knew what she wanted to hear. “Your body molded around me so well, we fit together like a key into a lock, a connection deeper than I’ve ever felt with anyone. It’s not always like this, Mia. I have to admit that it’s not. You’re amazing.” He kissed her nose, loving the little button.

  “But we are going to do it again?” She was very serious.

  Laughing, he said. “Oh yes, but first we’ll take a bath and get you re-bandaged.”

  She groaned and pulled a pillow over her face.

  Chapter 20

  Mia stretched long and deep, like a kitten just stirring from a nap, and it had her very aware of her body. There was a slight burn between her legs. Nothing painful, but it was like the burn of too many sit-ups. The thought had her giggling. What had happened when they came together was heavenly, nothing like sit-ups. She’d never known feelings like the ones that had coursed through her, that deep and utter longing to possess another human being. It was surreal. They’d connected, and while Augie hadn’t told her he loved her, that didn’t matter because he showed his love in every touch and action. His behavior, his attitude toward her, was precious, more precious than flowery words could ever be. To be fair, he wasn’t bad at the words either. She’d never forget what he’d whispered in her ear. Those words were locked tight in her heart.

  “Time for a soak.”

  He strode naked across the room, and Mia delighted in every inch of him. His cock was semi-rigid, and she eyed it without shame, feeling heat bloom in her cheeks.

  “Like what you see, Mrs. Roy?”

  “Very much.” And she did. He had a beautiful body and he knew what to do with it.

  He removed the bandage and inspected her wound. “Looks good. We’re a matched set.” Scooping her into his arms, he carried her to the tub.

  She lightly fingered his stitches. “Tomorrow I get to remove your stitches.”

  “If I let you.”

  That didn’t sound promising. She glared at him as he set her into the luxuriating, warm water of the large garden tub. “If you don’t promise me right now that you’ll let me take your stitches out, then I’m not going to let you clean and dress my wound.”

  “More blackmail, Mia, really? After all we’ve been through together?”

  “Exactly. After all we’ve been through, you need to promise me this.”

  He sank his big body in the water opposite her. She yelped when he leaned forward and held her upper arms to pick her up and set her across his lap.

  Looking down into her eyes, he said, “I’ve never made promises to a woman before I met you and your sister. You know that?”

  “Nu uh.”

  “Well, I haven’t. Don’t know why I am now, but yes, Mia, I’ll let you remove my stitches if it means that much to you.”

  Shifting her upper body, she stretched to reach his lips and kissed him, sucking his tongue into her mouth. After a few minutes of heated kissing, she felt something poke at her butt. When they broke apart, she bit her lip to stifle a giggle.

  “That’s what you do to me—make me insatiable. I can’t get enough.”

  All thoughts of giggling left her mind as they were replaced with images of her body entangled with his and at his mercy. He began gently washing her with the fancy soap and super soft washcloth provided by the swanky hotel.

  “Are you sore?”

  “Hmm … When I move a certain way, I know you’ve been there.”

  He growled. “Can’t say I’m not loving the way you’re saying that.” His fevered eyes met her gaze. “I like how it feels, being inside you. Like to know how close you are.”

  They sat until the water turned cold. She almost drifted to sleep atop him, but he stood with her in his arms and took them out of the tub. She loved his raw strength. Loved a lot about Augustine Roy, the warrior named for a saint.

  He lowered her to the counter and pulled a towel from a cabinet. They dried off and then he had her foot on his thigh as he inspected her shin. When he made eye contact with her, his eyes were intense, his frown adding to the pained look on his face.

  “I know,” she said.

  “What, baby?”

  “I know you have to scrub it with that gauze.”

  “I do. Gotta scrape out that infection. Most of it is gone, but there’s a little puss building around the edges.”

  “I know.”

  He looked away and nodded. “Sit tight.”

  Holding her leg straight out, she looked at the bite. It was nasty but looked a lot better since the black center had disappeared. Evidently that had been some kind of infection that got into her nervous system. She couldn’t remember quite how the doctors put it, but she knew she’d heard enough about staphylococcus to last a lifetime.

  Augie returned with the sack of items they’d taken from the hospital and a glass of water. “Here you go.”

  She held out her hand, and he plopped a pain pill into it.

  “I don’t want it.”

  “If you take it now, you should be good to go in about forty minutes. I’ll be able to treat your leg.”

  “Treat it now.”

  “It’s going to hurt like hell. I can’t do anything until you’ve had the painkiller.”

  “It’ll make me fall asleep and I don’t want to do that. I want to stay up with you all night.”

  “Silly girl. Your leg needs to be treated.”

  She held out her free hand. “Give me the gauze and solution.” She pursed her lips, steeling herself for the pain.

  “I’ll do it, but it’s against my better judgment without the pain pill first.” He kissed her wet head. “You’re my stubborn little lady.”

  She basked in the little names he’d been calling her: baby, Mrs. Roy, lady, kitten. He left again and returned with his phone. “Here, play the bird game to keep your mind occupied.”

  He squirted a red solution onto the wound, and Mia sharply inhaled air through her teeth. Dammit. She didn’t want to show any outward signs of distress, but she’d been unprepared for the cold shock. Her finger punched the home button on his phone and smiled. His wallpaper was her holding the walleye.

  He clicked his tongue and tilted his head. “Stubborn woman,” he whispered. He had the gauze ready, but first he adjusted the position of her foot on his thigh. “Scoot your butt against the wall.” She pushed back, giving him a firmer hold on her leg.

  When the gauze scraped the infected area, she gasped and bit into her lip. Turning her head away from what he was doing, she furiously punched through the phone.

  “I’m so sorry, baby.”

  “Just do it, Augie. Fast.” She aimed the bird at the target and shot. “But be thorough.”

  She wanted him to get all of it so she wouldn’t have to endure this again.

  Trying to think of anything but her leg, she wondered for the first time what the situation would be when they got to Louisiana. They were married now, so she assumed she’d be staying with him. “You have a home in Baton Rouge?”

  “I do.”

  “And my sister is living with this Clay fellow.”

  “My buddy Clay, yeah. He’s a fire chief. Can’t wait for you to meet him. He’s a great guy.”

  Pain burned through her shin, and she cried out, yanking her leg out of his hands.

  “God, so sorry, baby, but you’ve got some here that doesn’t want to let loose. Deep breath, okay?”

  He squatted and worked at the stubborn spot. Her eyes filled with tears at the pain, but she didn’t cry out again.

  He stood and
kissed her knee. “All done.” He pulled her head into his chest. “I’m so sorry.”

  “It’s okay.”

  “Let me get you bandaged.”

  He was still naked, so she sat back and watched her private show. When he was done, he carried her to the bed and pulled the covers up over her.

  Back in the bathroom, he grabbed a robe from the back of the door and put it on. “Stay under those covers,” he said, even though she hadn’t moved. He was so peculiar, she giggled. He placed their soiled clothing into a bag and called housekeeping.

  He pulled the room service menu from the table and plopped down in the bed next to her. “Mrs. Roy wants a hamburger, was that right?”

  “And a milkshake.”

  “What flavor?”

  “Chocolate, of course.”

  “Of course.”

  He flipped through the menu. “Sounds good.” He started to punch up room service, but stopped. “How do you take it?”

  “What?”

  “How do you want the burger? What do you want on it? Don’t want to be accused of declaring Augie law.”

  She threw a pillow at his head, and then said, “Cheeseburger, mustard, extra pickles, lettuce, tomato.”

  “This is thirty-two fifteen. I’d like to place an order for room service.” He cleared his throat and tossed the pillows back on the bed. “Double cheeseburger, meat and cheese only, and a single cheeseburger all the way— mustard, extra pickles, but cut the onion—and two chocolate milkshakes.”

  A knock at the door had him tightening the belt on his robe. He collected the bag of laundry and disappeared around the corner to the entryway. The outer door closed and he came back around the corner, buck naked. He slid in under the bedclothes and pulled her against him. They were rounding third base when a knock at the door interrupted them.

  “Shit. Stay under the covers.”

  He pulled on the robe before answering the door, depriving her of a visual treat, and Mia sighed, falling back into the pillows.

  “Much obliged, thank you,” she heard him say. “Everything looks delicious.”

  And she was suddenly ravenous for the burger she could smell.

  He brought her the robe that matched his, and she pulled it on. It was soft and not too thick, but she felt like she was wearing fur. He arranged the plates on the bed and they ate right there.