Seducing A S.E.A.L.

by Jamie Sobrato

  Even now, as she recalled the joke he’d made about the swordfish, she giggled.

  Okay, so there was something to be said for hanging out with a younger guy. He had youthfulness in spades, and not in the annoying way most twentysomethings she knew did. He wasn’t overly cocky and sure of himself while being devoid of wisdom.

  Not at all. In fact, he did seem pretty wise for a guy so young. She’d already sensed that about him from working with him, but she had a much more solid impression of him now. She was taken aback at how much she liked everything she was coming to know about Drew.

  Of course, there were the negatives, too. Like…

  Um.

  There had to be something.

  Kylie had just gotten out of the shower and finished drying her hair when she heard a knock at her door. Still wrapped in her towel, she went to the door and peered through the peephole. It was Drew, looking all polished and clean and ready for a night on the town.

  Dear God, she was in trouble.

  She opened the door and stood aside for him to come in, forgetting for a moment that she wasn’t decent. But his appreciative glance down at her towel reminded her.

  “Hey, I like what you’re wearing tonight,” he said.

  “Is it too much for dinner, do you think?”

  His gaze lingered on her barely concealed body. “Uh-uh,” he said slowly.

  She could feel the heat in his eyes, warming her wherever he looked.

  Yep, she was in big, big trouble.

  “There’s just one thing,” he added, reaching out as if she had a piece of lint on her outfit. “It looks like this would fall off easily.”

  “Oh?” She watched as his fingertips brushed the edge of the towel, below where she had tucked in the corner.

  It felt as if he was moving in slow motion, but she didn’t try to stop him as he gave the towel a gentle tug. It fell to the floor, and she stood there naked.

  “See what I mean?” he said casually.

  “Um, yeah,” she said, looking down at herself, not sure what to do.

  She could only marvel at the intensity of the raging heat that started low in her belly and caught fire where her legs met. Her nipples tightened at the sudden burst of cool air on her skin.

  Drew traced his finger along one breast and around the erect nipple. “Oh, no, you’re cold. I’d better help you warm up.”

  How they got from the doorway to the bed was a blur. Kylie registered only his mouth on her, his hands everywhere she needed them to be. She didn’t remember much about how he got his clothes off, but soon he was naked against her, and she was straddling him, kissing him frantically, touching him as if he were the last man on earth.

  He’d produced a condom, and slipped it on right before she hovered over his erection and shifted her hips so that he eased inside her, where she was already hot and wet.

  She moaned in relief at the sensation, rocking fast and hard to keep him pumping into her, to keep that wild need inside her at bay. This was so good—he was so good. How had she gone all day without touching him?

  She understood now that she’d been practicing supreme self-control that dissolved in the instant it took a towel to fall.

  DREW TRACED his fingertips along the smooth skin of Kylie’s belly. He loved the way the glow of the lamplight shone on her skin, the way it highlighted the tiny blond hairs and cast every part of her body in gold. He swept upward, gently tickling the lower half of her breast, then down again, over her belly button, to her hip bone, and along her bikini line to the mound of hair where her thighs met.

  His cock stiffened, but he had no intention of rushing things again. Dinner all but forgotten, he figured they could order room service when they got too hungry to go any further. For now, though, he wanted to take things as slowly as possible, to draw out the foreplay until the delicious torture was too much for either of them to bear a second longer. He wanted to know every nuance of her body, and all the ways he could pleasure her best.

  She squirmed her hips, urging his fingers lower, but he didn’t give in.

  “Will you show me how you like to touch yourself?” he said, studying her reaction.

  She smirked at him, her cheeks flushing a bit. “No, I will not. Not with you here to do it for me,” she said, teasing.

  “I’m serious. I want to learn what you like best. Plus it’s really hot to watch you get off.”

  She sighed. “I don’t think I can do that.”

  “For a woman who’s so good in bed, you sure do act like a prude sometimes,” he said, knowing the taunt would get to her.

  She narrowed her eyes at him. “I do not!”

  His gaze dared her to protest. Then, unexpectedly, she slid her hand down to his. Guiding his hand, she put it between her legs, moving his fingers to explore wherever she wanted them. She purred in the back of her throat and shifted her hips to give him easier access.

  Drew couldn’t complain about her loose interpretation of his request, not when he was so damn aroused.

  “It feels really good when you move your fingers like this,” she said, guiding his hand in a gentle circular motion.

  “Yeah? What else?” He had a good sense of how to please a woman, but he’d had enough experience to know that every woman was unique, and what might have felt like heaven to one wouldn’t feel so great to another.

  “You’ve been doing a fine job on your own. I don’t know why you think you need my help,” she said, but she was clearly getting into the game, her eyes half-lidded and her voice a little breathless as she continued to rub his fingers against her slick, hot flesh.

  “Tell me what else you like,” he persisted, savoring how beautiful her body looked as she writhed against his touch.

  “I like this,” she said, moving his fingers again, this time so that they barely brushed against her.

  “Yeah?”

  “Mmm-hmm.”

  “How about this?” he said, sliding one finger inside her to find her G-spot, while continuing to rub her clit with his other fingers.

  She gasped and closed her eyes. “Yes, that feels…amazing.”

  Drew leaned in and kissed her neck as he continued to explore with his fingers. Then he whispered into her ear, “Show me something else you like.”

  For a moment she did nothing. Then she slid one hand up and began rubbing her breast, at first tentatively, but soon without inhibition. She gently pinched her nipple, then tugged at it. “This feels great, especially when I’m about to come.”

  “Mmm. That’s good to know. What else?”

  “If you kiss my neck…”

  He did so again. “Here?” he whispered.

  “Back a little…yeah, right there. It feels almost like an orgasm.”

  Her body responded with head-to-toe gooseflesh.

  Drew trailed his tongue across her neck and up to her earlobe, then nipped at the soft flesh with his teeth. He moved lower, to her collarbone, then her breast, the one she wasn’t massaging herself.

  “How about this?” he said right before he took her breast into his mouth and gently tugged at the nipple with his teeth.

  “Oh!” she gasped again, but arched her back toward him. “Yeah, that’s good.”

  He bit down a little harder, to see where the line was for her between pleasure and pain. She responded with another moan of pleasure. He tried a slightly firmer bite, and she gave a squeal of pain. He made a mental note of this, too. He wanted to know her body as if it were his own.

  His own…

  He wanted her to be his, pure and simple.

  He moved to her other breast, nipping at her fingers, then, when she slid her hand around to the back of his head, he turned his attention to her nipple, sucking and tugging gently with his teeth while he continued to explore between her legs with his hand. By her breathing he could tell she was getting closer to orgasm, so he soon backed off. He knew he could give her an orgasm—or two or three—but this time he wanted to make her wait for it. He wanted to k
now just how long he could tease her—and himself—before it became too much to bear.

  Positioning himself on top of her, he stopped stimulating her and said, “Tell me one of your favorite sexual fantasies.”

  She blinked in surprise. “Um…”

  “It’s okay. I don’t care if it’s weird or innocent or anything in between. I only want to know what really turns you on.”

  “You clearly turn me on,” she said, squirming a bit.

  “Besides me.”

  “I don’t know…”

  “Yes, you do.”

  She smiled sheepishly. “Why don’t you go first.”

  “Nope. It was my question. You have to answer it first.”

  “I don’t remember agreeing to those rules.”

  “I thought I had you at my mercy and could get you to heed my every command.”

  She made a weak attempt to wriggle out from under him, but her heart clearly wasn’t in it. “I suppose you do, but I’m curious to know what sort of leverage you intend to use other than brute force.”

  “Oh, you know, the sexual kind, since you don’t seem too keen on touching yourself in front of me. If you want to be touched, you’ll have to follow my rules.”

  She narrowed her eyes at him and gave him a swat on his bare ass. “That’s pretty cruel, you know.”

  “Not really. I have your best interests at heart.” He rested his head on his hand, emphasizing that he was waiting for her to talk.

  After a few silent moments, she cast her gaze up at the ceiling and sighed. “Fine, I’ll tell you a fantasy.”

  13

  KYLIE HOPED her cheeks weren’t flaming red. She’d never talked about sex out loud with a lover before. That probably made her the prude Drew had accused her of being. But she’d never really thought of herself that way. She was pretty uninhibited, and she loved sex, but talking about it…was something entirely new.

  No guy had ever asked her exactly how she liked to be pleasured before, and the whole idea of articulating her preferences was revolutionary to her. Was this an uninhibited twentysomething deal where talking was another tool in the foreplay arsenal? Or was this Drew wanting to know everything he could about satisfying a woman, satisfying her? The idea of having her own personally trained lover was tantalizing. Almost enough to entice her to spill a sensual image or two that got her off.

  “I’ve always found something really arousing about water, so my favorite sexual fantasies involve being in water.”

  “Yeah? Interesting. Go on.”

  She stared at the shadows on the ceiling cast by the lamplight and continued. “Sometimes, I imagine a romantic night on a boat, just me and a lover, someplace tropical. The water is warm, and we come upon a sea of bioluminescence. We decide to go for a skinny dip, swim around in the glowing light, stroke each other, tease and play in the water. Then we end up on the steps to the boat, our bodies still submerged.”

  She paused. This was the part where she’d actually have to describe stuff. Sex stuff. Out loud.

  “And?” Drew asked.

  “And I sit on the steps, and you hold on to the rails and make love to me right there. It’s just the water, the boat and the dark, with the glow of the bioluminescence…and the sex, of course.”

  “So, is the sex slow and sensual, or fast and frenzied, or both?”

  “Hmm, I guess both. Depends on my mood when I’m having the fantasy. Sometimes I imagine it raining, too.”

  “That’s a nice start, but I’m going to need more detail.”

  “Can’t we leave anything to the imagination?”

  “Nope.”

  “Of course not,” she said wryly. Still there was something wildly liberating about exposing the long-hidden parts of herself, saying things aloud that she’d never spoken before. It made her feel as though she was getting intimate with Drew in a way she never had with any man—in a way that created a deeper bond than she thought it was possible to have.

  No. Scratch that. She was getting way too carried away with the romantic thinking. They were simply titillating each other with pillow talk. That was all.

  “I’m waiting,” Drew said, his gaze half-lidded. He was thoroughly enjoying this, obviously.

  If he was going to insist she do detailed and explicit, then she could make him suffer. Get him all hot and bothered then not let him have what he wanted for a while…

  When she thought of it like that, the task didn’t seem so daunting.

  She slid her hand down his side, between their bodies until her fingers brushed his erection. He shifted his weight to the side to give her easier access to him. She gripped him gently, and began exploring him with her fingertips.

  “You swim to me underwater and surprise me, slide between my legs, tease me for a while until you know I can’t take it anymore.”

  “How do I tease you?” he said, his voice noticeably tight now.

  Kylie resisted a smile of satisfaction.

  “At first you use your tongue until you run out of breath and come to the surface. Then you press your erection against me and rub it back and forth, arousing me without entering me. You get me so hot and wet, I beg you to take me right then.”

  “And do I?”

  “No, you keep torturing me. Finally I get fed up and go for the boat, thinking you’ll follow, but you stop me and turn me around. You grab on to the boat’s stair rails while we’re still in the water, and while I brace my arms against the lowest step, you slide inside me and we have passionate, frenzied sex. And it’s so good suspended in the water. We can move in ways that are impossible on land.”

  “Mmm, nice…That wasn’t very much detail, though.”

  “What more do you want to know?”

  “How does it feel to have me inside you?”

  “It feels like…hmm…like having a full stomach after hunger pains, but better. Like…having an itch scratched in a place you can’t reach yourself…” She giggled nervously, hating the way she sounded. “Those are pretty lame descriptions.”

  “No, not lame. I think these kinds of things are hard to describe because there’s nothing else quite like it.”

  He could be awfully insightful for a twenty-six-year-old. “I suppose you’re right.”

  “Want to know how it feels to be inside of you?”

  “Sure.”

  The corner of his mouth twitched. “Like…um…having an itch scratched in a place I can’t reach myself?”

  “Except, you can reach it.”

  “Oh, right.”

  They both laughed.

  “Aren’t you going to show me how you like to touch yourself?” she asked. Like everything else about him, she suspected the reality would be so much more intense than her already sizzling mental images of his hands on himself.

  “Hell, no. Are you crazy? That’s way too embarrassing.”

  She slapped his arm playfully. “Stop it! I want to see you do it.”

  “Or what?”

  “Or…” She tried to think of some appropriate revenge, but she wasn’t likely to withhold anything from him in her current mood. “Or I’ll be really annoyed.”

  “Ooh, big talk.”

  Kylie tried to keep her expression serious, but she failed. As he rolled onto her and came in close for a kiss, she was nearly overcome with desire and longing and an emotion that wouldn’t bear scrutiny if she wanted to keep this fling in I-can-walk-away territory. It was becoming clear that she was in deep, deep trouble, in ways she was only beginning to fathom.

  DREW HAD SLIPPED into a meditative state, his mind focused solely on his breathing—in and out, in and out. He and Kylie had been running for a solid hour, first through the jungle and now along the beach. His body had moved beyond the point of pain and was now operating as a machine doing exactly what it was made to do.

  Keeping pace beside him, Kylie uttered not a single complaint. When they’d set out, she’d talked, but as the exertion began to tire her, too, they’d slipped into the silent meditati
on of breathing and running.

  Finally they neared the end of the beach where they’d agreed to stop, and they both slowed to a walk. It was only then that the pain of the workout registered. His leg muscles burned, and his lungs ached.

  They’d been in Hawaii for five days now—five of the best days of his life. A combination of the company, the setting and the sheer relief from the angst-filled situation they’d left in San Diego had created a wildly heady feeling between them. He knew Kylie was feeling it, too, because he’d never seen her smile and laugh so much.

  There was something growing between them that he was happy to nurture, but he could tell Kylie was not.

  He banished that thought from his head. No point in ruining a perfectly good time with gloom and doom predictions.

  He was happy with the way his training was going. They’d been doing two long workouts daily, and yesterday had been a full day of strenuous hiking. Kylie surprised him with her ability to keep up regardless of the activity. And she was a hell of a coach, pushing him when he lagged and encouraging him when he most needed it.

  An afternoon storm was moving in over the ocean, its dark clouds promising rain any minute now. Kylie was looking up at the sky as they walked. She loved the storms—said they reminded her of the epic weather in Iowa that she never really got to experience in California.

  They reached a rocky area and stopped, having cooled down sufficiently to do their stretching. He watched Kylie from the corner of his eye, admiring the graceful lines of her body as she stretched her ham-strings, then her calves, then her shoulders.

  “What?” she asked when she caught him full-on staring at her.

  “I was just thinking that you’re beautiful, that’s all.”

  She smiled, but he could tell she was a little uncomfortable with the compliment.

  “Yeah, right. Good answer.”

  “I was also thinking I’d like to strip you naked right here and take you on the sand like an animal.” Not only was his comment true, but also it put her at ease. She seemed more comfortable with the sex than any words or action that suggested emotional attachment.

  As it to prove his theory, she burst out laughing.