A SEAL's Secret
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“My way is to strip you bare,” Mitch said, tracing the tips of his fingers over the full curve of one breast, then the other. “I want to see your body spread over this bed, to watch you as I touch every inch. To hear your excitement when I kiss my way over every erogenous zone you have.”
Livi shivered with need.
“And what am I doing as you have your way?” she asked, barely getting the words out because her throat was so dry.
Mitch leaned forward, close enough for Livi to press her cheek against his hip bone. Her hands gripped his butt—what an amazing ass he had—and squeezed as she tried to scoot even closer. But he moved away before she could. His hands grasped her wrists, gently moving her arms back to her sides.
“My way means I’m going to worship your body,” he told her quietly. “While I have my way, there’s only one thing I want you to do.”
Livi found herself nodding before he even told her what it was. She didn’t care. She’d do anything to continue feeling this good, to feel even better. She started to lift one hand to grab him again but found her hand trapped. Glancing down, she saw her wrists bracketed by her bra straps and realized he’d unhooked it when he’d leaned forward.
She frowned at the black silk, trying to move her hands again. Had he knotted it? Her hands were at least six inches apart, but they were definitely tied together.
Her startled eyes flew back to Mitch’s face, noting his wicked smile.
“What do you want me to do?” she finally asked when she realized he’d stand there waiting until she did.
“Lay back and enjoy.”
That’s it?
It sounded so simple.
But it wasn’t.
It wasn’t just that Livi had spent the last year of her marriage doing most of the sexual heavy lifting—so to speak—in an attempt to make it up to Derrick that she couldn’t get pregnant. It was that for all their apparent desperation to get their hands on her body, she’d never had a man actually worship her.
It should be easy to lay back and let him give her pleasure.
But that required trust.
So, so many levels of trust.
She surreptitiously tried to free her hands, but the slippery fabric wouldn’t budge. Before she could decide if she was worried or not, Mitch began unbuttoning his shirt.
Livi’s breath caught in her chest, her eyes eating him up inch by inch as the dark fabric parted. He tugged the shirt from his waistband, releasing the last few buttons. She wet her lips then sucked the bottom one between her teeth and waited.
He shrugged off his shirt.
She moaned quietly.
He was gorgeous. Despite the calendar saying December, Mitch’s body was a golden tan, the sprinkling of black hair on his chest emphasizing perfectly sculpted pectorals. His waist tapered, angling down to frame a six-pack that made her thirsty for everything he had to offer.
He kicked off his shoes, and Livi hummed.
But then he stopped.
Frowning, she gave him a saucy look.
“More?”
“Lay back.”
Livi glanced at the bed before focusing on Mitch’s pants. His erection was impressive behind that straining zipper, but she wanted to see it free, to touch it, feel it, taste it.
“But—”
Mitch hooked one finger through the fabric of her bra where it rested in her lap. His knuckle rubbed against her panties, right above her mound. Her clitoris quivered, needy, wet and aching.
Livi laid back. Her knees bent and her feet on the floor, she left her hands on her belly until Mitch gave them a questioning look.
Livi’s heart pounded, her pulse racing as if she’d run a four-minute mile. She swallowed hard. Trying not to squirm at the wet heat pooling between her thighs, she slowly raised her hands overhead, resting them on her hair where it pillowed around her like a halo. It wouldn’t have been an unfamiliar position if she were doing crunches, but she’d never had to be in it almost naked.
From Mitch’s smile, he knew that. And he liked it.
Then his gaze shifted to her body. His expression changed, amusement fading into desire. His fingers trailed over her knees, which automatically moved aside so he could step between them. He pressed his palms against her thighs, sliding them upward so they caught on the fabric of her panties.
Was he going to pull them off? Rip them away? Livi’s breath hitched and she tried not to squirm, even though she wanted to. More, she wanted to shift, to press herself against one of those hands and force him to ease some of the building pressure.
He angled his fingers to skim along the elastic at her thighs from the sides inward. Closer and closer. She shifted her hips higher, needing him to touch her, wanting to know what he could do, how he’d make her feel.
But before he got to her core, he slid his fingers back and pressed his palms flat again.
“Tease,” she breathed, her word a puff of air.
“I’ll make you a deal,” he promised, giving her a wink as his hands caressed the flat planes of her stomach. “For every bit of teasing I do, you’re welcome to do your own. Later.”
Oh, now that was a deal Livi would enjoy. Her smile bloomed, but before she could tell him what she’d do, his hands cupped her breasts. He caught her nipples between two fingers, holding and pinching at the same time.
Livi’s hips bucked, her body hot and tight, right there on orgasm’s sweet edge. He continued gently squeezing her full breasts, her nipples rolling between his knuckles. Her breath came so fast, her throat was on fire. She leaned her head back, closing her eyes and reveling in the feel of his incredible hands.
She felt him move closer, bare skin sliding along her inner thighs. Oh, please, yes, her body begged. She wanted him so badly, needed him inside her.
Her eyes flew open when wet heat swirled around her nipple. His stiff tongue circled, teased, flicked, even as his hands still kneaded her so that she felt each rhythmic squeeze deep in her abdomen.
“You like that?” he asked, watching her as he licked.
“Oh, my, yes,” she breathed, arching her back.
He released one breast, shifting her hands so they were cupped behind her head, angling her neck so she could watch. Livi had never watched a man pleasure her before, but she obeyed Mitch’s silent demand.
His eyes locked on hers as he sucked the aching, hard nipple into his mouth. She gasped, feeling rather than seeing him work it between his teeth even as his tongue soothed her.
Her hips undulated, trying to find the right pressure, the right angle, to relieve some of the building tension.
But his chest was pressed against her belly, so she couldn’t find relief. Instead, the need coiled more and more tightly.
He ran his tongue over her breast, swirling a wet path up the other one, sucking the nipple in his mouth. At the same time, his fingers pinched the wet flesh he’d just left. Livi didn’t think she’d ever felt anything as incredible, had ever had anyone so intimately aware of her body as Mitch was now.
As if he heard her thought and just had to show her how much more intimate he’d be getting, his fingers slipped under her panties, pulling the fabric aside. Cool air hit hot flesh, the contrast its own turn-on. Then Mitch pinched her wet, aching bud between his fingers, sliding, teasing, tormenting.
Livi curved her back, needing more.
“You like this?”
She couldn’t even find the breath to say yes. All she could do was moan. A long, throaty agreement because, oh, that felt good.
He must have liked her answer, because he slid down her body to angle himself between her thighs. She didn’t feel the fabric tear, didn’t know if he’d pulled her panties off or they’d simply melted in her heat, but suddenly, his mouth was there.
His tongue touche
He lifted her thighs so they draped over his shoulders, then shifted himself higher, so her hips were off the bed. His eyes locked on hers. All Livi could see was a brilliant blue as she watched him sip at her.
Then his fingers were on her nipples again, plucking, thrumming, playing her. His tongue speared into her core, the throbbing inner walls gripping him as tiny spirals of pleasure burst, collided and expanded into a mind-blowing orgasm.
As she exploded into a million pieces of pleasure, her eyes stayed open, stayed on his. The look on his face sent her even higher, called up yet another climax, this one so powerful her entire body shook.
Everything went black. She could hear her cries, could feel his mouth, pressed herself tighter against his fingers. And she went over a third time, only one thought working through the sensations racking her body.
Super Hottie, indeed.
* * *
GOD, SHE WAS AMAZING.
Mitch sipped, delighting in Livi’s ambrosia as he watched her explode.
He had a firm handle on his body, knew how to use its responses, how to delay its reactions. In part that was training, but mostly it was innate. He liked control.
But his control was being seriously tested right now. Livi’s cries beckoned, tempting him to the edge. The sight of her body, so lush yet muscled, so gorgeously responsive, had him hard and ready to burst.
But it was the feel of her that was seducing him brainless.
She was silk over steel, soft golden skin stretched over well-developed muscles. He’d never realized how erotic a strong woman was. From her full breasts to her flat abs to the corded length of her calves, every inch of her was making him crazy.
He wanted to touch it all. He needed to taste it all.
But with every slide of his hand, every shift of her body, he came closer and closer to that edge.
He reveled in the way her thighs gripped his arms, his torso, and strained toward his dick as he slowly lowered her to the bed.
Mitch unhooked his slacks, his hand on the zipper when Livi gave a low moan, stretching her arms overhead and twisting her body in a writhing sort of undulation. Her lashes fluttered open, those pretty brown eyes dazed as she stared up at him.
Then she smiled.
A slow, sensual smile, and wet her lips.
“Mm,” she murmured, raising one knee and trailing her own fingers along her thigh, across her stomach, over one full, pouting breast and to her lips. Her smile mischievous, she pressed a kiss to those fingers and blew it his way. “Want a real one?”
More than he wanted his next breath.
“Then c’mon. Do me now, Super Hottie,” she invited.
Mitch swore he heard the snap as his control broke. He ripped off his pants, barely remembering to grab a condom from the pocket before he dove onto the bed.
Livi’s delighted laugh quickly turned to cries of pleasure as his hands raced over her body. Squeezing, tweaking, teasing. He took her mouth, needing to taste her.
His tongue thrust in and out, slowly at first, then faster and faster to foreshadow what was about to come. Livi’s fingers dug into his shoulders, her pelvis arching, begging.
His body was on fire. She slipped a hand free from her restraints and swept down, nails scraping gently over his abs, fingers wrapping like a velvet vice around his throbbing dick. He almost came right then and there. Had to grab fast to the edge of the cliff before he flew right over. Not yet, he chanted silently. Not without her.
He angled his body out of her reach. She gave a keening moan of protest, the sound turning into a gasp when he took her nipple between his teeth.
Testing, his fingers dipped, swirled.
Her breath shortened. He felt her body tense, knew she was close. His fingers still working her, he sipped at her breast while sheathing himself with his free hand.
Livi’s moans grew short.
Her fingers scrambled over his body, scraping, kneading.
He drew back a little, breathing a hot puff of air on her wet nipple.
She exploded.
He couldn’t look away. She was incredible to watch. Color painted her cheeks, poured over her breasts. Her back arched as she milked every ounce of pleasure out of her climax.
So what else could Mitch do but make sure she had another one? Before the last wave ebbed, he plunged in.
He wanted to feel that pleasure, needed to be inside her while she came.
She was so tight. So strong.
Her thighs clamped onto his hips, her abs tight and hard as she dug her heels into the bed, her body angled to meet his thrusts. The harder he plunged, the faster and louder she moaned.
She was so responsive.
So perfect.
Perfect for him.
Even as that thought terrified him, it sent a piercing shaft of pleasure though him like a bolt of lightning. Mitch gave over to his body, letting it take control.
Pleasure built, layered, tightened. His focus narrowed to a pinpoint. All he could see was Livi’s face.
All he could feel was need as she continued to meet his thrusts, adding a little undulation on each one. The twisting friction pushed his final button.
Mitch plunged once.
Twice.
He paused and tried to hold back the pounding waves of pleasure, but he couldn’t.
He plunged again.
And exploded.
Over and over and over, he rode the explosion. Colors flashing, his body trembling. Through it all, he felt Livi’s hands, so soft as they soothed his body, rubbed his back. Made his return as much a pleasure as his blastoff.
As he slowly drifted back to awareness, Mitch rolled onto his side, wrapping Livi tight in his arms as he did. Her body trembled, gratifying proof that she still felt the power of their lovemaking.
She blew his mind.
Mitch had never been a selfish man—especially not in bed. He considered it as much a pleasure to send his partner over the edge as he did to go over himself.
He’d never felt like this before.
He didn’t know if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
But it was definitely a real thing.
His hands cupped her butt, pulling her closer. Mitch buried his face in Livi’s hair.
Everything about her appealed to him.
Everything about her fascinated him.
This was so, so real.
8
“THIS IS DELICIOUS. How do you eat like this and still have a body like that?”
Livi laughed as she swirled angel hair pasta around her fork, the rich scent of tomato, basil and garlic filling the air.
“It’s not a very high-calorie meal,” she said with a shrug. Just dried pasta, a quick homemade sauce and wine-sautéed chicken breasts. Derrick hadn’t liked it, saying it wasn’t spaghetti if it didn’t have meatballs—not surprising from a man with a ball fetish. “I tend to stick with fresh ingredients and simple preparations. Nothing fancy. Besides, I exercise for a living, remember?”
He gave her a long look, his blue eyes traveling over her body like a hot caress. Dressed in flannel sleep shorts and a thin tank top that showed as much as it concealed, her hair bundled up in a messy ponytail and her feet bare, Livi knew she wasn’t at her best. But that expression in his eyes made her feel as if she was perfect.
“Your body is a credit to your career,” he said as he toasted her with his fork. “And this meal a credit to great flavor.”
“I’m glad you like it.” Livi smiled, pleasure wrapping through her at his praise.
“It’s great. Fresh, healthy, delicious.” As if to prove his point, Mitch ate his last bite and eyed hers. Still on her first serving, which was a quarter of either of his, Livi leaned forward to scoop half of her chicken and what was left of her own pasta onto his empty plate. As she settled back into her cozy spot on the floor, she rested her elbows on the glass coffee table, her chin on her knuckles and her heart on her sleeve.
What a night.
Had she ever been made love to like that? It took all of a millisecond to review her history and come up with a resounding “never.” The first time had blown her mind. The second had been a surprise—apparently Super Hotties didn’t need much downtime between rounds of pleasure—that’d quickly turned to delight when Mitch gave her the same free rein with his body as he’d demanded of hers the first round.
Livi had collapsed on top of him after that one, falling into a deep, dreamless sleep.
They’d opted to eat in the living room instead of on stools at the kitchen counter. For ambiance, she’d turned on her version of Christmas lights—a string of blue, green and purple bulbs draped along the ceiling. Mitch was spread out comfortably across her couch, but Livi had chosen to sit cross-legged on the floor across from him to enjoy the view.
And what a view he was.
Unselfconsciously naked but for his navy-blue boxers, he didn’t appear to have an ounce of spare body fat. Instead, he was pure, gorgeous muscled perfection.
And he knew it.
No wonder the man oozed self-confidence. He obviously didn’t let anyone push him around. Probably because nobody had the strength.
It wasn’t a physical thing.
She had muscles, and without being conceited, she knew she had a rockin’ body. That was her job.
The confidence to stand up, to keep anyone from pushing her around? That didn’t come from healthy eating and strength training. She wished it did.
Of course, that wish came with the question...
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