And just like that, her words soothed over him. Taking a long swig of water, he leaned back against the cushions, his gaze roving over her. “Good. I like your company, too.” Renewed blush hit her cheeks, and her smile widened as she kept her eyes on her computer screen. Ignoring the TV, he decided he liked watching her better. When her hair fell forward, she would lift her hand and tuck it behind her ear, and his fingers twitched, wishing they were touching her instead. Her gaze moved about the laptop screen, her expression changing with whatever she was discerning. Her eyes would widen or narrow, her nose would scrunch, her brow would crinkle and then relax, and sometimes she would nibble on her bottom lip. That, he found, was the most distracting and took all of his self-discipline to keep from soothing her abraded mouth with his own.
After almost an hour, she lifted her hands over her head and stretched. The movement caused the bodice of her dress to tighten over her breasts, the curve drawing his complete attention—and the attention of his cock, which was doing more than twitching.
She stood and shook her head slightly. “I think my eyes are going crossed.”
He put his feet down onto the floor and spread his knees. Lifting his hand toward her, he wiggled his fingers and ordered, “Come here.” Pleased that she didn’t argue, she walked around the coffee table, and as soon as she was within reach, he grabbed her hand and gently guided her to sit on the sofa between his legs. His large hands moved to her shoulders and he began to massage, his thumbs digging into the tired muscles. Her head dropped forward and rolled from side to side as he kneaded the knots.
Little moans of pleasure began to slip from her lips, and he began losing the battle of control over his cock as it came to life. The reality was he knew he would take whatever she was willing to give, but it was going to have to come from her, and only when she understood what he could offer. Certain that was not going to happen, he ordered his cock to behave and continued to massage her back and neck.
Moving so fast he barely had time to blink, she suddenly whirled and threw her arms around his neck. Her eyes were wide, and he could see hesitation mixed with determination. Instead of latching onto his mouth in haste, she moved ever so slowly. His breath caught in his throat as her face drew closer and he felt the puffs of her sweet breath against his lips. Wanting to crush her against him, his shoulders held her carefully in place, keeping her a whisper away.
“This is in your hands, Lynn,” he said softly. “Whatever you want is yours. But you have to understand what this is. I can’t offer anything more than here and now.”
She leaned back a few inches so that her gaze bore straight into his. “I understand. Really, Nolan, I do. You’re a SEAL, and your life is far away. I’m an accountant, and my life is right here. You’re not looking for anything more than what’s happening now, and I don’t need to be tied to someone who’s constantly leaving. So I’ll take whatever part of you I can have now, and that’s all I want.”
For a second, her words scored through him, causing both delight and consternation. He wanted her, but the idea that she was fine with only a night and wanted no more was a hit to his pride. Before he had a chance to muddle through those conflicting thoughts, she closed the distance and molded her mouth to his. At that simple movement, all thoughts other than getting her to bed flew from his mind.
Standing, he felt the twinge in his gut, but her weight was so slight that he easily made it to the bedroom. Still holding her close, he allowed her feet to drop to the floor. Their kiss had not broken, the tingle of electricity moving from his lips to his rock-hard cock firing all his senses. He felt her palms flat against his chest, and she pushed back slowly. His eyes flew open as he sought to discover why she separated from him.
Her lips curved into a delicious smile and she reached underneath one arm, slowly drawing down a zipper on the side of her dress. As the material loosened around her bustline, the curve of her breasts was more readily visible. The lacy straps fell from her shoulders, and she stepped back, allowing the material to glide downward to puddle onto the floor, leaving her in a cream-colored strapless bra and matching panties.
He could not remember the last time a woman had carefully disrobed for him, showing tantalizing snippets of skin. Usually, his quick fucks included clothes being tossed to the floor with little mystery unfolding considering the clothes had been slight to begin with.
But Lynn was all silk and lace, soft and sexy, and the sight of her slowly disrobing was like opening the best present he could imagine. She reached for the clasp between her breasts and unsnapped her bra, letting it fall onto the floor to join her dress. Her full breasts were now exposed, her taut, rosy nipples beckoning. Her thumbs hooked into the sides of her panties, but she hesitated, cocking her head to the side. “You’re kind of overdressed,” she teased.
“I’m not sure I can move with the sight of you in front of me,” he confessed. “Hell, I can’t even think straight with your beauty exposed to me.”
His words must have pleased her, and he was glad considering they were the absolute truth. Her smile widened, and she bent forward, sliding her panties down her legs. Now, jolting into action, he grabbed his T-shirt from the back and pulled it over his head. He shucked his boxers and sweatpants down his legs, kicking them to the side. Now completely naked, he stood in front of her and watched as her gaze roved over his body, glad to see appreciation in her eyes.
He hated to break the spell but glanced to the side where he’d tossed his bag. Stalking over, he reached down and grabbed a condom. Turning, he caught her eyes widening in surprise. “I wasn’t expecting anything,” he assured. “I just always keep them with me.” As soon as the words left his mouth, he realized how that sounded. Shit, that sounds like I’m always looking for a fuck. “I just want to be prepared in case… well, if I happen to… um…”
Her grin widened and a giggle slipped out. She covered her mouth and shook her head slightly. “It’s okay, Nolan. I have no illusions that either of us are virgins.”
Once again, a mixture of emotions hit him. He was glad she was not throwing him out for having condoms at the ready, and yet, he wondered who she’d been with. Not giving him time to think more, she stepped forward and raised her arms, linking her fingers behind his neck while pressing her breasts against his chest.
All other thoughts left his mind as he shifted them to the bed, jerking the covers down. She lay on her back and lifted her arms, beckoning him to her. Eager to acquiesce, he crawled over her body, covering her while holding his weight off her chest. His cock was already pressing against her warmth, but he wanted to take his time.
He nuzzled her ear, nibbling on the lobe before kissing his way down her neck. Feeling the butterfly pulse underneath her skin, he sucked gently, giving in to the strange desire to feel her life force underneath his lips. Her arms wrapped around his back, her trimmed fingernails scoring into his skin. As he kissed along her collarbone, she began to squirm, her hips moving underneath him.
Taking her lips once again, his hand glided along her stomach to the underside of her breast, his thumb sweeping over the globe before circling her nipple. Her undulating hips increased their movement but he had no desire to rush. His tongue swept inside her mouth, memorizing the texture and taste. Her tongue began to tangle with his, and the sense of urgency increased. Shifting downward slightly, his hand wrapped around her breast and held it in place as his mouth encircled her nipple and pulled on it deeply. He nipped and sucked, licked and laved, moving between both breasts as her fingers encircled his head, nails scraping along his scalp.
He wanted to make sure her body was ready for him. Continuing to slide downward, he nudged his shoulders between her thighs and with the flat of his tongue licked her slit. Her essence coated his tongue and her scent filled his nostrils. Her hips were now pressing upward as though she were trying to meld her body with his. His shoulders kept her thighs wide and both hands cupped her breasts, tweaking her nipples as his mouth latched onto her clit.
Her hands spasmed as she cried out, her orgasm shaking her entire body. He continued licking until he felt her tremors subside. By now, his cock was aching, the pain almost overriding his desire to go slow. As her legs fell open wide, her muscles relaxed, he kissed his way from her thighs over her belly, giving attention to each breast on his way to her mouth again, reveling in her beauty. Thrusting his tongue inside, her moan short-circuited the last of his resolve.
Reaching to the side, he grabbed the condom, ripped it open, and rolled it on. Positioning himself at her entrance, he hesitated until her eyes met his. A smile moved over her face, and she whispered, “Yes, Nolan.”
He plunged inside her sex, balls deep in one swift thrust. She gasped and he halted, searching her face to see if she were in pain. Her eyes were wide, but her smile was still in place.
“I knew you were big, but… wow,” she breathed. He continued to hesitate until she said, “Please, don’t stop. I want this.”
He hesitated, then she added, “I want you.” Hearing those words whispered from her lips was the most powerful aphrodisiac he could imagine. More than any fake sex-talk from a woman looking to score, it was nothing like the honest emotion pouring from this beautiful woman in his arms. She clung to him as he thrust over and over, her tight sex milking him. As though he could not get enough, he shifted slightly so that one arm moved under one of her legs, opening her wider to his body. Her breasts bounced with each movement and, answering their beckoning call, he leaned down and sucked first one and then the other.
He could tell he was close to his release but wanted her to come as well. Barely able to grunt, he managed to ask, “You close?”
She nodded as though unable to speak. He continued thrusting, now reaching between them to press his thumb against her swollen clit. Her legs and arms in unison tightened around his body, and with her eyes boring straight into his, she cried out his name. Hurling headlong with her cries, her name left his lips as he roared through his own orgasm.
Continuing to pump slowly until every drop had been drained, he barely managed to crash to the side, his arms weak with the strain. He draped her body half over his, and they lay tangled together, their raspy breaths mingling as their hearts pounded.
He hadn’t had sex in months since before his surgery or even his last mission. Is that what made this different? He hadn’t experienced a mind-blowing, full-bodied orgasm in… Hell, I don’t know when. He hated to leave her warm body wrapped around his but knew he needed to take care of the condom. Giving her ass a little pat, he mumbled, “Be right back.” He slid from the bed and stalked into the bathroom, ditching the condom and washing his hands. He stared into the mirror, just like he had earlier when he finished his shower, but the man staring back didn’t seem the same. Trying to slow his heartbeat, he closed his eyes and counted, but behind his eyelids, all he could see was her. What the fuck was that?
Walking back into the bedroom, his feet stuttered on the carpet as he stared at the woman in his bed. Her dark hair was thick and shiny, spread out on his pillow. She was curled on her side, her sex hidden from him, but he could still smell her essence. Her breasts on full display snagged his attention as her eyes followed his every movement.
For an instant, he wondered if he should sleep on the couch, forcing a distance between them. Nothing can come from this… even though I feel something I’ve never felt before. I go back to my life with my team in a few weeks. There’s no room for a relationship. Staring into her face, he watched her eyes warm as her smile widened and her beauty struck him straight in his chest. It might be the stupidest decision he could make, but he walked into the living room and flipped off the lights before coming back and crawling into bed next to her.
She draped herself over him and he pulled the covers up. Certain he would never find sleep with her naked, sweet body pressed against his, he drifted easily into slumber.
13
What have I done? Nolan’s chest rose and fell slowly giving evidence to his deep sleep, but Lynn felt anything but sleepy. She lay awake with her cheek resting on his chest and tried to untangle her jumbled thoughts.
I just had sex with my best friend’s brother. I just had sex with Nolan. Nolan Bell. She still remembered the first time she fell for him. For years he had been nothing more than Nancy’s older brother, rarely around when she was at Nancy’s house playing. But the summer she turned thirteen, her parents took her on a two-month vacation traveling the country so that her father could show her many of the places he photographed. When they returned home, she could not wait for her mother to take her to Nancy’s house. And there, shirtless while mowing the backyard, obviously having spent time working out, was fifteen-year-old Nolan looking better than any teen model she’d drooled over in the magazines she’d devoured during the summer.
While Nancy and her mom had busied themselves making dinner, she stood at their sliding glass door and stared as he pushed the mower back and forth across the yard. It was the first time she’d ever noticed the play of sweat-slicked muscles and how his throat worked as he drank deeply from the Gatorade bottle on the patio. He turned on the hose and leaned over, drenching his hair with water and then stood straight and jerked his head back and forth, tossing water droplets in every direction. He had glanced toward the house and, seeing her at the door, had offered a smile.
And she fell in love.
Unrequited love for a young teenager had been impossible to hide from her best friend, but Nancy was sure one day he would notice Lynn. Just many years later than either of them thought he would!
A glow of moonlight was shining through the sheers, falling across the couple in bed. She shifted ever so slightly so that she could study his features. Now, at thirty years old, he was even more gorgeous. His jaw square, dark with stubble. Thick hair, a little longer on the top. Muscles upon muscles, with a few scars like badges of honor on his skin.
But some things are not meant to be. They were no longer teenagers, and he would always hold a piece of her heart. She had made her life in Tennessee, studying, working, and starting her own business. She had dated, and even though she hadn’t found anyone special, she wasn’t unhappy being single. And Nolan had made the military his life and, from all indications, he loved his life. Two worlds that had collided for an amazing night, but that was all they could ever be.
As her thoughts slowly became untangled, she felt the pull of sleep. Her lips curved as she thought of this special secret that she would carry with her. This night would not be shared with Nancy. It’s mine and mine alone to hold in my heart.
As the morning light now streamed across the couple in bed, Lynn woke with a strange feeling of heat pressed along her back and a heavy weight across her stomach. Blinking, it took her a moment to figure out where she was and the source of the heat. Nolan! Shifting slightly in bed, she looked over her shoulder and saw his whiskey-brown eyes staring straight at her. His lips were curved in a wolfish smile, the effect shooting straight to her core.
“Morning.”
His husky greeting sent another spasm through her, and as his large hand shifted to cover her breast, her smile widened. “It is a good morning.”
“It’s about to get even better,” he promised.
She heard the rip of foil as she felt his body shift around. Still lying at her back, his knee shoved forward, and she lifted her leg, allowing him access. Her body, ready for him, slick with need, accepted his thrusting cock with ease. One arm was wrapped underneath her, curling around to tweak her nipple as the other hand slid down, teasing her clit.
“Damn, woman. So tight. So fuckin’ perfect.”
With his hands teasing her breasts and clit, his thick cock dragging along her inner walls, and his lips moving over her ear and neck, her senses were assaulted from every angle. She closed her eyes and gave in to the feelings, her inner core tightening. The only sounds in the room were the heavy breaths leaving their lungs and the slap of flesh on flesh. Soon, her orgasm shot through her
, and her fingers dug into his arm as she cried out his name. His hands squeezed her flesh almost painfully as his entire body tightened behind her and he roared out his release.
Panting in unison, his arms moved so that he completely enveloped her, and at that moment she felt safer than she had ever been in her life. As their bodies slowly cooled, his cock slipped from her sex, and he kissed her lightly before climbing from the bed. He pulled the covers up and then stalked into the bathroom.
Knowing she only had a moment to herself before he came back into the room, Lynn squeezed her eyes shut, trying to commit to memory the feel and taste of him. Hearing the toilet flush, she sat up in bed, her face composed as he walked into the room.
He stopped by the side of the bed, glorious in his nudity, and looked down. While she was staring at his Adonis body, his gaze was devouring her as well.
“Babe, I get back in that bed, we may not leave all day.”
“Is that supposed to convince me to get up?” Her smile brightened. “Because if it is, it’s not going to work.”
He leaned over and with ease plucked her from the bed, setting her feet on the floor. Eyes wide, she admonished, “Be careful! Don’t hurt yourself.”
“Don’t worry, I’m good. If I’m to get back with my team, I’ll have to lift weights a lot heavier than you.”
She forced the smile to stay on her face, but his words were a constant reminder that what they had was very temporary. She turned to pull the covers up on the bed, and he gave her ass a little tap.
“How about we hit the breakfast buffet this morning before we get to work?”
“Oh, that sounds good! Do you want to shower first?”
His wolfish grin reappeared. “No reason we can’t shower together.”
She squealed as he scooped her into his arms and stalked into the bathroom. Soon, she discovered shower sex with Nolan was one more thing to add to her list of memories.
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