Hot Pursuit - A Marooned with the SEAL Romance (Once a SEAL, Always a SEAL Book 2)

by Layla Valentine

  But my body wanted more. I was desperate to wash off all the dust and grime from our journey.

  I turned to Justin and put a cheeky grin on my face. “Is the water safe to get in?”

  “Entirely.” He waggled his eyebrows at me.

  That was the answer I was hoping to hear. I stood up, hastily stripped off my clothes, and then waded into the refreshing water. Justin kept his eyes trained on my body. A moan of approval had escaped from his throat when my breasts released from my bra. And then again when I wiggled my ass at him as I headed into the pool.

  “Mm, this is heavenly,” I said. I’d washed the dust off my body and dunked my head underwater to rinse my hair. Even though I desperately wanted him to join me, I couldn’t face his possible rejection again. “Could you toss me my clothes? I’m going to wash them out.”

  “Sure thing,” he said. “Even better, I’ll bring them to you.”

  My pulse sped up as I watched Justin strip down at the edge of the pool. His gloriously hard body, every inch of it, flexed and stretched as he shed his shirt, pants, and briefs. Then he grabbed my clothes and moved toward me in the water. My jaw hung open, but my mouth was incapable of forming words.

  “Feeling okay?” His body radiated heat only inches from me. “Here, let me help you.”

  Together we rinsed out my clothes and then his. Once, he stopped what he was doing, distracted by my hard nipples—until he moaned, licked his lips and continued rinsing.

  We hung our wet clothes on a tree, only keeping on our underwear which would dry quickly from body heat and the heat of the day.

  “Let’s get a camp set up,” he said. “We can spend the rest of the afternoon here. Beat the worst of the heat.”

  “Sounds good to me,” I said.

  I happily followed the mostly naked Justin over to a shaded spot a little further down the lake. He had his multi-tool and began carving another hole, just as he’d done the previous night.

  “You remember how to do this?” he asked, raising his eyebrows. “Because it’s all on you, now.”

  “Whoa, what?” I asked, shocked. “You want me to start a fire?”

  “Yep,” he said. “I’m gonna toughen you up. So, walk me through the process.”

  Feeling overwhelmed, I went through what Justin had told me last night. I mentioned the kindling and the tinder, talked about how we needed big logs to keep it going once it was started, and all the rest.

  “Oh,” I said, pointing to the glasses perched on top of his head. “And I’ll need those.”

  “What a fast learner,” he said, slipping the glasses off his head and handing them over. “I think you’d be good if I decided to just hang out here.”

  “No way,” I said, shaking my head.

  “All right, you get this fire going, and I’ll see about food. And one more thing: don’t use stones from the water. The heat might make them crack and send rock shards up into your face. Ready?”

  I nodded, and he was off.

  After surrounding the fire pit with stones, I set about gathering fuel for the fire. There was fauna all around me, so it wasn’t much trouble to collect some dry brush and some smaller sticks. I was even able to easily pull down some larger branches from the big shade trees and have them ready for when the fire was raging.

  Then, once everything was set up, I took out Justin’s glasses and held them in front of the tinder, angling the lens so that the high noon sun caught it just so.

  At first, there was nothing. The light held on the tinder, but no fire broke out.

  “Come on,” I said. “Light up, dammit.”

  Then, after a few more moments of focused heat, the tinder began to crackle and hiss with flame. I wanted to jump up in victory but restrained myself so I could keep the heat on the brush.

  Soon, all of the scrub was on fire. I carefully arranged the twigs over the tiny flame, gently guiding it to grow. After a few minutes of work, I had a fire going—one that I’d made all by myself.

  “Very nice,” said Justin.

  I glanced up and admired Justin’s shirtless chest. His gorgeous, tanned body glistened with sweat, and in his hands he was holding his wet shirt, using it to store the food he’d gathered.

  “You know, the feeling I got when this lit was more thrilling than any oil deal I’ve negotiated.”

  “Nothing like making something with your bare hands,” he said. “Even if it’s just a little fire.”

  He dropped the small collection of fruit onto the grass and headed off, returning a little while later with another kangaroo.

  “Damn,” I said. “You’re really wiping those things out.”

  “Their fault for being so tasty,” he said with a smile. “Now, I think it’s time we finally relaxed. How about you?”

  There wasn’t a thing that sounded nicer.

  Chapter 13

  Delaney

  My belly full of fruit and meat, I sat back on the grass and folded my hands behind my head. Between the softness of the ground and the glittering of the water a little to my left, I could even pretend for a while that I wasn’t surrounded by hundreds of miles of the most inhospitable landscape on the planet.

  “You good there?” asked Justin. “You sure look comfy.”

  “Yeah,” I said. “Just need one of those drinks served in a pineapple with a little umbrella hanging off the side to make it perfect.”

  Finally getting off my feet was doing wonders for my aching muscles. The tension melted away, and I soon felt like I might be able to make it back to Longbridge after all.

  “More good news,” said Justin. “Longbridge is where it is because it’s so close to a bunch of these springs.”

  He sat down on the grass next to me and looked toward the water.

  “So, that means that we’re not too far off. Probably another seven or so hours of walking.”

  Excitement fluttered in my heart.

  “So, that means that if we make good time, we might be able to sleep in a big hotel bed tonight?”

  My hands shot to my mouth when I realized what I’d said. A smirk formed on Justin’s mouth; he seemed to be taking a sick pleasure in my embarrassment.

  “We’re not out of the woods yet,” he said. “We’ve still got the walk, and before we get to the town, we’ve got to make it over a big river that cuts through a canyon. There should be a bridge somewhere, but if not, we might have a challenge ahead of us.”

  I wasn’t worried. At that moment, I felt like I could take on anything. Especially with Justin at my side.

  “I think I could go for a little more grub,” I said, sitting up.

  “Don’t let me stop you,” said Justin. “There’s more than enough. And that fruit should be good to take with.”

  I snatched up some strange-looking fruit, a little purple thing about the size of a baseball, the skin covered in black specks. I took a big bite, the fresh, crisp flavor rushing over my palate. It tasted like a delicious combination of a plum and an orange.

  “So,” said Justin, ripping off a piece of meat. “You excited to get back to your normal life once this is all over with?”

  It was an odd question. Not because of the question itself, but because my old life seemed like years ago, despite me having only been in Australia for a couple of days.

  “Not even a little,” I said, the words blurting out of my mouth so quickly they took me by surprise. “I screwed this deal up, so I basically came here for nothing. So, I’ve got a good chewing-out to look forward to.”

  “You like traveling for your work?” asked Justin.

  “You know, I used to,” I said. “When I started this job, there wasn’t anything more exciting to me than being able to travel around the world, meet interesting people—all that jazz. Jet-setting seemed like the most glamorous thing in the world.”

  “But now?” he asked.

  “Now…I don’t know. I’m starting to realize that a life of constant travel means that you’re not putting down roots anyplace. I�
��m starting to feel aimless—like I’m just drifting around the world with no connection to anywhere. I mean, I’ve got my apartment, but it might as well be a hotel room for all the time I spend there.”

  “What got you wanting to travel to begin with?”

  “I know the exact moment,” I said. “It was back when I was growing up in the small town outside of Dallas where I was born and raised. My parents are farmers, and we all lived the kind of quiet, small-town life that you’d expect. Then, one day, this incredible woman came to town. I remember her like it was yesterday. She was tall, dressed in tight black pants and a pinstripe blouse, and black heels. She had on these mega-stylish sunglasses, and her sleeves were rolled up like she was ready to get to business.”

  I propped myself up on one elbow to face Justin.

  “No one knew who she was, or why she was there. So, of course, she was the talk of the town instantly. She flitted here and there, snapping pictures and scribbling things down in this little notepad she kept in her back pocket. Oh, and if you’re wondering how I knew all of this, it’s because I followed her around all day like a stalker.”

  Justin flashed me a good-natured grin.

  “Anyway, she eventually spotted me following her around. I asked who she was, and she told me she was a writer for some magazine in New York. She was writing an article on small-town Texas and had picked our humble little hamlet for her story. I was desperate to get to know this woman, so I asked her if she wanted to come back to my place for dinner.”

  “I bet your parents loved that,” he said.

  “Well, my mom’s a bubbly chatterbox, so she was more than fine. My dad, on the other hand, doesn’t trust anyone from a town with a population of more than ten thousand. But we made her a home-cooked meal, and she picked our brains for material. But I was more interested in learning about her. So, she regaled us with tales of her around-the-world trips, her job taking her everywhere from Paris to Tokyo to Bangkok. Sitting there, watching this beautiful, glamorous woman tell me all about her amazing life, I knew that I had to do what I could to have it for myself.”

  I smiled at the memory of the first glimpse of my future.

  “I wasn’t much of a writer, so I explored other options. Texas is Texas, and Texas has oil, so I looked around the companies in the area for a job that might offer me what I was looking for. Horizon snatched me up out of college for this gig, and that was that.”

  “That was that?” he repeated, raising an eyebrow. “You’re making it sound like that was the end of everything—when you’d think it was the beginning.”

  “It kind of was,” I said. “I learned very, very quickly just what a life on the road is like. It’s non-stop flying and hotels and take-out food and driving and talking with people whose language you don’t understand. I thought it would be all glamour, but it’s all…work. So different than what I remember from that writer.”

  “You were probably too young to know what her life was really like,” he said. “She probably felt the same way about her traveling.”

  “You’re probably right. When you’re just a kid, you’re not thinking about that stuff. I saw a beautiful woman in expensive clothes, heard she lived in New York, and that was that.”

  Justin popped a piece of fruit in his mouth and looked away for a moment.

  “What did you say the town where you grew up was called?”

  “I didn’t. Grenville.”

  “No kidding?” he said, raising his eyebrows. “I’m from Hennings.”

  “No shit?” I shot out. “That’s only about thirty miles away, right?”

  “Right. We were practically neighbors. But Grenville is a damn dot on the map, right? No wonder you were so eager to get the hell out of there.”

  “You have no idea,” he said. “When you’re an eighteen-year-old kid growing up in a small town, getting as far away from there as possible is priority number one.”

  “I guess we have that in common, then,” I said. “Both of us looking to get as far away from home as we could…”

  “…Only to get a little older and wonder what it was we were so eager to leave behind.”

  The words hung in the air, having struck something deep in both of us. We both turned and locked eyes, staring deep at one another for several long moments. It occurred to me then how connected I felt to Justin. This had all started as a one-night thing at a hotel bar, but even without my thinking about it, it’d turned into something else—something real.

  Justin must’ve felt the same way because just as I felt I might very well be lost in his eyes, he moved in and kissed me hard.

  It was like the sweetest drug. His lips on mine sent a burst of emotions running through me, sending feelings to the surface that I didn’t know were there. And unlike the kiss out first night together, there was something behind this, something strong.

  I fell into the kiss instantly. It was slow and deep, his tongue moving into my mouth and filling my senses with his taste. I closed my eyes in delight, savoring how delicious he was. My body had still been sore from the morning walk, but as soon as Justin took me into his arms, I melted like butter. I didn’t know it until then, but being in his arms was exactly what I’d been craving. And now that I was finally there, I didn’t know what to do with myself.

  We kissed more, enjoying the feel of our skin touching. He moved his lips down along my neck and over the ridge of my collarbone.

  “I feel like a hot mess,” I said, suddenly struck by a bout of self-consciousness.

  “Bullshit,” he said. “You look beautiful.”

  I blushed, feeling like a teenager all over again.

  “You’re just saying that,” I told him. “No woman alive could pull off looking good after the last twenty-four hours.”

  He raised an eyebrow.

  “You calling me a liar?”

  “I’m calling you sweet.”

  “Can’t remember the last time a woman called me that,” he said with that sexy little smirk of his.

  “That’s because you’re usually a jerk,” I said, matching his smile.

  Then we went right back to it. His strong hands moved over my body as we kissed, making me feel small and protected in the best way possible. I wanted to lose myself in his kiss, to lose myself in his touch, to lose myself in his everything. I let my body relax as we made out. We were already down to our underwear—me in my bra and panties, he in a painted-on pair of coal-black boxer-briefs that showed off his lovely, thick, tanned legs.

  Everything about his body was jaw-dropping, from his sculpted abs to his broad shoulders, to his solid, barrel chest. He was toned and tanned yet big and brawny—it was a body ready for any manner of physical exertion.

  And that’s just what I was hoping.

  My hand moved down to Justin’s crotch, as though it was out of my control. I took hold of his erection through the thin fabric of his boxer-briefs, a sigh slipping past my lips as I took in the sensation of its solid, stiff length.

  “Mmm,” he moaned, apparently as much of a fan of my hand on his member as I was.

  I needed more. Grabbing his underwear by the waistband, I yanked them down his bulging quads, his erection springing out to greet me as I did. Tossing his underwear aside, I turned my full attention to his cock, stroking it slowly as Justin stripped me out of the rest of my clothing.

  Soon we were both naked, our bodies intertwined, the tips of the blades of grass poking gently into my exposed flesh. I continued to stroke Justin as he moved his mouth over my breasts. He licked and sucked my nipples one by one, and I closed my eyes with delight as I felt them harden in his mouth as he lashed them with the wet, warm point of his tongue.

  “Yes.” I moaned, overcome with delight. “Just like that.”

  He glanced up at me, a crafty look in his eyes. Then, he went down, down, kissing along the top of my stomach, down to my belly, then over the notches of my hip bones. The feeling of his lips on my body was beyond divine; I could sense how turned on he w
as by me, how much he was struggling to stay in control.

  It was clear, however, that he wouldn’t be able to restrain himself for long.

  Justin’s mouth continued down, moving over the subtle slopes of my waist, finally coming to a stop right at the apex of my thighs. I knew what he had in mind, and I closed my eyes once again as I prepared for what was next.

  Crackles of electricity ran through my body as he placed his mouth on my most intimate of places. He licked me slowly, lovingly, caressing me with his tongue so skillfully that I thought I might come nearly instantly. I ran the free fingers through his hair, mussing it gently as he lapped me. My breasts heaved with full gasps, and I couldn’t help but squeeze one of them firmly, taking the supple flesh into my grip as I worked through the blissful tension that was setting my body aflame with desire.

  Justin pleasured me more and more, and it was clear from both his intensity and the throbbing size of his erection that he wasn’t going to restrain himself much longer. And that was just what I wanted. I wanted him to lose control, to become one of the beasts that roamed these wastes and ravish me like an animal in desperate need of a rut.

  I didn’t have to wait much longer for what I craved. In a swift motion, Justin slipped his arms under the bottom of my legs and swooped on top of me. He gazed down at me hard, his eyes narrowed as he dragged the back of his hand over his mouth, wiping away my arousal.

  “Tell me what you want,” he said, his tone firm and commanding.

  “I want you,” I said as if it weren’t totally obvious.

  “Tell me, then,” he said, his voice resonating in my ears. “Let me hear you say it.”

  “I…want you inside of me,” I moaned. “I want you to fill me up. I want to feel you.”

  The hungry expression that formed on his face made it clear that he and I were on the same page. He reached down and took hold of his heavy-hanging member, placing the head right on my opening. Then, with a slow driving of his hips, he entered me.

  I winced even as I cried out with pleasure; all of his inches were quite a bit to take in all at once. But when he settled inside of me, all I could think about was the intoxicating warmth pulsing through my body. The pleasure was almost too much. I had to force my body to relax, to let my muscles go slack. Justin above me, I was ready to let him do with me what he wanted.