A Little Harmless Military Romance Bundle (A Little Harmless Military Bundle)

by Melissa Schroeder

  After she straightened, she waited for the next order. She was already dripping wet.

  "Come here, Samantha."

  She turned and walked over, reveling in the way his gaze ate her up as if he was starved to look at her. When she stood in front of him with nothing but her heels on, he said, "Take my shirt off."

  She should have known. It was one of her favorite things to do, and he would remember that. He always remembered.

  With practiced ease, she worked the buttons loose of the dress shirt, pulling it out of his pants. Then, she slipped it off his shoulders.

  There was a fresh scar, one on his shoulder, and she looked up at him. He shook his head silently. He would tell her, but now was not the time.

  She took the shirt and laid it carefully over the chair where his suit jacket hung.

  "Sit down on the chair."

  She didn't know what he was thinking, what he was planning. It had been over a year since they had played. When they spent a lot of time together, they worked out the scenarios, but there were times like this one that had no course except the one that he set forth.

  She did, feeling especially decadent sitting there naked.

  Deke moved in front of her, and not for the first time, she thought of a panther. The man moved with the grace of a male ballerina, with a dash of lethal predator. He wouldn’t be happy to hear her description of him. But that was always the way she saw him, from the moment she’d met him.

  “Spread your legs.”

  She did, anticipating. She didn’t know what was next, but she knew Deke, and she knew he would give her everything she desired.

  He dropped to his knees in front of her and rested his hands on her thighs. The calluses on his fingers rubbed over her flesh, and she closed her eyes. God, that felt so good. He leaned forward and kissed her belly. He traced his tongue over her skin and then she felt his mouth cover the belly ring. He gave it a tug with his teeth before moving down to her pussy.

  But, instead of diving in, he took his time, kissing her inner thighs, building the natural heat between them. She wanted to slip her hands into his hair and play with it, but he wouldn't allow for it. Not right now. She knew better. And that was the crux of their issues. They knew each other so well, and what they knew always turned them on. He liked to dominate her, and she loved to be dominated. With every beat of her heart.

  He worked his way to her sex and then licked her. She was so sensitive already, dripping with arousal. She would be embarrassed, but they had never had that between them. There was no room for it. He pushed her thighs further apart as he set about to drive her crazy.

  He dove into her pussy over and over again. That wicked tongue of his knew just how to push her, just what would get her to the edge, and then he would move away. A few moments later, he pulled back and looked up at her. She opened her eyes to see him licking his lips.

  "You always were the tastiest treat, Samantha. There are times when I’m out in the field, when life is really shitty, that I get that memory stuck in my head and the taste comes back to me. It always pulls me through whatever I'm doing." His voice had deepened to a gravelly whisper. She trembled.

  He leaned up and kissed her. She tasted herself on his mouth, the need she had for him, the desire. Deke had done it on purpose, of course. He wanted her to know why he craved the taste of her, what drew him to her. He rose to his feet.

  "Scoot up."

  She was breathing heavily, and her legs barely cooperated. She could hardly move in the chair, and she wondered just what she would do when he asked her to stand.

  "Unzip me."

  She did, of course, in anticipation. As soon as the pants were undone, his erection sprung free. That was the one thing of his uniform Deke always left out. When he was in mess dress, he hated to wear underwear. She leaned forward, but he stopped her with one word.

  "No." She looked up at him with a frown. "You do not anticipate what I will have you do. For that, only your hand."

  Damn the man. He knew her too well. She loved oral sex, getting it and giving it. But she did as ordered, moving her hand over his long, hard cock.

  "Slowly," he ordered in a not-so-steady voice. She did as he commanded, dragging her thumb over the tip. He shuddered and leaned down for a kiss, cupping her face.

  When he pulled back, he asked. "Want a taste of my cock? Huh, baby?"

  She nodded, her body already responding to the idea. He straightened. "Suck me, Samantha, and make it good."

  She didn't need another invitation. Wrapping her hand around the base, she leaned forward and licked the drop of pre-come that had gathered on the tip. She swallowed and enjoyed the taste of him. Musky, sweet, and so very delectable.

  “Quit fucking around, Samantha.” He ground out the demand.

  She looked up at him, and without taking her gaze from his, she took him fully in her mouth. As she moved his cock in and out, Deke moved his hands through her hair. She gagged a few times, but she didn't care. Samantha had always liked to give oral sex, but she particularly loved to give it to Deke. He'd told her once that he loved the feel of her mouth on him.

  She continued to suck him, adding her hand and slipping her tongue over the tip every time she reached the top. Soon he was moving in rhythm with her, his head bent back as he groaned. She wanted to feel him come, have him fill her throat up, but he had other plans. He pulled out of her mouth with a loud growl. He leaned down and kissed her. This time it was like the kiss at the door—no longer measured, no longer in charge. She knew he would get back there, knew he would take charge, but at the moment he wanted her to know what she did to him.

  In this, they could always be honest.

  "Stand up, babe."

  She did, but she needed help. She was so aroused she could barely walk. He apparently knew that because he leaned down and picked her up into his arms.

  He took her to the bed and placed her there. "Up on all fours. I think you need a little punishment for that stunt."

  She looked at him as he pulled off his pants and placed them on the chair.

  "You don't know what I'm talking about?"

  She shook her head.

  "You were trying to suck me completely off. Admit it."

  She hesitated, and he let one brow rise. She nodded.

  "You need to be reminded who is in control when we are playing. Apparently, your memory is bad."

  He climbed onto the bed, and she waited.

  "I wish I had some toys. I would love to take a paddle to your ass. You definitely deserve it. Spread your legs."

  She did as ordered, already anticipating what was to come. Her body was throbbing, her pussy so damp. He slipped his hand between her legs, teasing her slit, then her clit. Her heart raced, her body heated, and she could feel her orgasm rushing.

  He pulled his hand back and smacked her ass. The sting of the slap filtered out over her body as her pussy contracted.

  She needed to press her legs together to gain some kind of relief, but he didn't allow it. Instead, he repeated his actions over and over, teasing her, pushing her closer, and then smacking her. By the time he stopped, her arms were shaking and her legs felt just as unsteady.

  He leaned down, and she felt his mouth on the fullest part of her cheek. "So pink. I love the way you get all red when I spank you. You like that, don't you, baby?"

  "Yes," she said, but her voice wasn't that steady.

  Deke pulled back. "On your back, Samantha."

  It took her a second to obey, and she heard him growl. She shot him a look of warning when she finally ended up on her back, but stopped when she saw the look on his face. There was something she couldn’t discern there, something that she wasn’t sure she had ever seen.

  Because of that, she broke the rules. “What?”

  For a second, he said nothing. He just looked down at her, and then he shook his head. “Nothing, just nothing.”

  He left the bed and came back with a couple of condoms in his hand. He ripped open
one and slipped it over his cock, then joined her back on the bed. He gave her that naughty smile that always undid her. She’d never known another man who could smile at her and almost make her come. Except for Deacon Berg.

  He lifted one of her legs and undid her sandal, then took care of the other. She moaned when he kissed the arch of one foot then worked his way up her body, licking, kissing, and nipping at her flesh. Deke fully covered her, kissing her lips with a force that both called to her and scared her at the same time.

  She expected him to take her, to just ravish her on the spot, but he had other ideas.

  He switched their positions by rolling to his back. She found herself sitting over him, her legs on each side of his hips.

  “Take me in.”

  She looked down at him and realized he was different. He was a bit slower with his commands now, and that made him even sexier.

  She lifted up and took hold of his cock. She sunk down on him, enjoying the way he filled her so fully. She started to ride him, slowly at first. He didn’t allow her any other way, grabbing hold of her hips and controlling the pace. He increased the rhythm, his fingers digging into her skin as he sped up.

  “Come, Samantha, come.”

  She looked down at him and found him watching her. He pressed his thumb against her clit and then pinched it. Her orgasm exploded through her, racking her body as she bowed back and screamed his name.

  She vaguely heard him shout and knew he followed her into bliss seconds later. She collapsed onto him. He grunted and she laughed.

  “God, that sounds good.”

  She shifted to slide down to the mattress, but he kept his arm there to keep her close to him. “What sounds good?”

  He looked at her and brushed her curls from her face. “Your laugh. I love the sound, always did.”

  Her heart did a little jerk. Definitely something was up. “What’s wrong?”

  “What?”

  She rose and settled her weight on her elbows. “There has to be something wrong. You are being way too sweet.”

  He shook his head. “I didn’t do a very good job of showing you affection if a compliment like that makes you think there is something wrong.”

  “We didn’t always have time for it.”

  And that was the truth. They had fallen together out of lust and found love. But marriage to a Seal was particularly hard. They were never around, and when Deke was around, they were either fighting or making love.

  “I should have made time.”

  Tears burned the backs of her eyes, and her vision started to waver.

  “Oh, don’t cry.” He gave her a quick, sweet kiss. “It’s not you. It’s me. And we only have tonight, so let’s not talk about regrets.”

  She pulled in a deep breath and nodded.

  “Be right back.”

  He hurried off to the bathroom, probably to toss the condom, then returned, slipped into bed and settled against the pillow. He patted his shoulder. “Come on.”

  She didn’t hesitate. She set her head down, thinking it would take forever to fall asleep.

  It was her last thought before she drifted off.

  Chapter Four

  Deke watched Samantha sleep. It had never been this good between them. They had always had good sex. That had never been a problem, but it had caused others. It was one of the reasons they had found BDSM. They seemed to have no real control around each other, and at least in that, they could control it somewhat.

  He brushed a curl back over her shoulder and noticed his hand was shaking. She was unmanning him. The sad thing was she never understood her power over him. He could never really break free, and now that he was ten years older, he didn’t want to. Their issues stemmed from their tempers, along with the love. It was hard to be so in love with someone that it hurt.

  But Deke didn’t want it any other way.

  He would have to build their relationship. They knew each other, but they hadn’t spent the time to appreciate it before. They would now. Samantha wasn’t ready for more than that yet. Not yet. She was a world-class arguer, as he was. Tonight, though, he knew he was right about his plans. They had just shifted to Hawaii instead of Coronado. Not a bad thing.

  He traced his hand down her back. She was the prize. From the moment he met her, she was the one for him. He would never be able to find another like her. She drove him crazy, but in these moments, when everything was quiet, he felt at peace. No one had ever given him that but her.

  He had fucked it up bad last time. They were both at fault all those years ago, but he knew without a doubt a lot of it was his doing. He’d been older, should have been wiser. With Samantha, though, being wise had never been part of the bargain. He’d been in lust before her, but he’d never been that crazy about a woman. He’d not been able to rest until she was his, and once he’d had her, he’d married her because he wanted to keep her.

  But that had fizzled in less than twelve months. Ten years later and they still couldn’t walk away. He couldn’t. Not now. Now he wanted her, needed her in a way that was almost embarrassing. The mission that had almost done them in had taught him waiting was wrong.

  He brushed her hair aside to set his mouth on her back. He kissed her, working his way down her spine. He knew when she woke because she moaned his name. It was reassuring that the first word out of her mouth was his name.

  Before was about control and domination. Now, he just wanted to let her know of the love, to make her understand what he felt inside. He pleasured her—and himself—by tasting her flesh. He kissed her ass, rubbing it with his hands. He worked down further, kissing her legs, teasing the back of her knees. He knew it drove her crazy.

  By the time he turned her over, her face was flush, her need easy to see. He grabbed a condom and slipped it on, entered her. He pulled her up from the bed, sinking back on his heels. They rode together, looking into each other’s eyes. Without words, he showed her, let her feel the love he had for her. They’d never been good at talking anyway.

  Samantha leaned down to kiss him. The light touch of her mouth against his was enough to tempt, not enough to satisfy. She slipped her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. She traced his lips with her tongue then dipped inside. It was almost too sweet, but there was something so hot about it. He tightened his hands on her waist. She came first, her body shuttering with the force of it and pulling him deeper into her wet heat.

  He wanted to give in, but he needed to watch her lose herself again. He desired to be there with her.

  “Together, come with me.” He pulled her lip between his teeth and sucked. She trembled. “Please, baby.”

  They held each other’s gaze as they surrendered to the ecstasy.

  * * * *

  Sam watched him pack and tried to tell herself that he wasn’t breaking her heart. She knew this was part of the job, part of the way he had chosen. And the life she’d given up when it had gotten too hard.

  She’d gotten dressed only a few minutes before. They had spent their morning eating room service and pretending that he didn’t have a flight to catch. It was all happening too fast. Again.

  Deke glanced at her and could read her so well, he stopped. He walked over to sit on the bed with her. “I wish I could stay longer.”

  “Are you on active?” she asked, afraid of the answer. She didn’t want to know, but she knew she needed to.

  “No. Actually, I’ve got a couple of offers for assignments. They want to keep me, but I’m thinking I want to settle down.”

  She snorted, trying to ignore the way her heart jumped at the idea. He hadn’t said that he wanted to settle down with her—with anyone. “Deacon Berg, settle down? Yeah, tell me another tale.”

  “Seriously.” He cupped her face. “I wanted to talk about it with you last night but I couldn’t. And now there isn’t time.”

  She sighed and closed her eyes. “There never is.”

  “We’ll find it.”

  She opened her eyes and found his gaze pi
ercing and demanding.

  “I will.”

  She nodded because she couldn’t speak. A lump clogged her throat as she blinked to hold back the tears. Her phone sounded Zoe’s ring.

  “Hey.”

  “Almost there. I can meet you upstairs or we can hook up downstairs.”

  “I can meet you downstairs at reception. Deke has to leave.”

  “Oh, okay. I’ll see you.”

  Sam hung up then rested her head on Deke’s shoulder. “I guess we should go.”

  He nodded. He stood and offered his hand to her. She took it, and he grabbed his bag as they headed out the door.

  It only took a few minutes to get downstairs to the reception area and outside to the circular drive. People were getting ready for their day’s activity, the excitement of a Hawaiian vacation.

  It made her even sadder.

  Sam watched as Zoe sped around the circle in her little convertible. She came to a screeching halt in front of them.

  Deke’s eyebrows shot up. “Jesus.”

  She found her first smile of the day. “You said a mouthful, Berg,” Sam said.

  “She’s dangerous.”

  “In more ways than one.” She looked at him then and he looked down at her almost at the same time. “Call me.”

  He cupped her face and kissed her. It was slow, sensuous, and it broke her heart all over again. He pulled away and rested his forehead against hers.

  “You will hear from me. I promise.”

  She nodded.

  “I love you, Samantha. Know that, always.”

  She did. Even without him saying it, she never doubted it. “Oh, I love you too, Deke.”

  He gave her a hug, another kiss on her neck, and then he walked her over to Zoe’s car.

  “Hey, Seal, how you doing this morning?” Zoe asked.

  “Pretty good, and yourself?”

  “Would have been a lot better if I had gotten my own Seal last night, but I can’t complain, I guess.”

  He gave Sam another kiss and opened the door for her. She hesitated then slipped into the car. Deke shut the door. One last touch of his fingers against her cheek.