No Getting Over You (7 Brides for 7 SEALs Book 2)

by Cerise DeLand

  He squeezed one of her breasts. “Hate it.”

  “And this?” she asked as she settled between his legs and put her whole attention on making him totally hard and totally crazy.

  “Terrible,” he grunted and splayed his legs wider.

  She grinned and got down to business. “I can make that all better for you.”

  She sank over his instantly hard shaft as if it were a scrumptious meal. Licking his extraordinary length, she marveled at his size and that she’d taken him completely inside her. He was beautiful here, like the rest of him. Veined and sculpted, a hard body sheathed by soft, tender skin, so flawless. So hers. She moaned and took as much of him in her mouth as she could. God, he was huge. And she adored him. Needed to make him come. Here. In her mouth. Bold and loving the liberty, she began a rhythm that had him groaning with delight, his hands on her shoulders, shouting at her.

  “Christ, Viv!” He tugged at her hair. “I can’t. I need you.”

  In one fluid motion, he swung her to the mattress, reached for a condom, slid it up, and surged inside her.

  She lost her breath, her mind, and went away with him as he took her up and over and into a sunlit night with stars twinkling in the heavens.

  Chapter Eight

  Viv awoke the next morning, blinking her eyes in the room she’d come to know so intricately. Britt’s arm was looped over her waist. His body felt moist as if he’d showered. Her legs were tangled in his. Her breasts tingled. Her breath snagged.

  “Good morning,” he whispered, his gruff voice delicious as he licked her nipple. “You taste as sweet this morning as you did an hour ago.”

  She laughed loudly and tried to push away.

  “You can’t go.” He hauled her back and sucked her nipple into his mouth.

  “I have to.”

  He pulled away, letting go of her breast with a little pop, and pulling her over so he could draw her other breast into his mouth. “It’s only eight. And you don’t have to be downstairs until two.”

  She snorted and undulated, offering her body up to the service of his reverent lips. “Did I tell you that?”

  “You did,” he said and positioned his legs between hers. “I need you again.” And then he slid inside her once more, easy, already sheathed.

  “How do you do that?” she asked him and groaned as he sank inside her to the hilt.

  “Easy.” He caught her chin and kissed her deeply. “You open your legs and drive right in.”

  “No. I mean when did you get another condom?”

  He nuzzled the spot behind her ear. “When you were sleeping.”

  She laughed. “Did you?”

  “Sleep?” he asked between a kiss and a thrust inside her very happy body.

  She smiled and nodded.

  “I caught some shut eye. I don’t need as much as you.”

  “Evidently.”

  “Plus I have an agenda.” He pumped inside her, and she arched into him in grateful response.

  “I’ll say.”

  “I can’t stay away from you,” he said, his voice full of wonder. Then he cupped her nape. “Look at me. Hear me. You’re sweet and hot and ripe for me.”

  “No explanation necessary.” She chuckled.

  And he did, too.

  She ran a finger down his scarred cheek. “I had forgotten what it was like to stay in bed and fuck like a bunny.”

  He shot straight inside her and held. “You like?”

  She spun out, her eyes closing in rapture and coming back as he stroked her to a higher plane. “I love.”

  He caught her face between his hands and held her still. “I love, too.”

  She stared at him, each new intimacy of their night together before her like an illustrated book of erotic delights. She’d never experienced that madness of need before. It scared her. The bare truth of it revealed how little she’d known of herself.

  She froze.

  He blinked. “What’s wrong?”

  She wouldn’t look at him. How could she be this wild, this needy, and never have known the extent of her capability to enjoy sex with such hunger. Such gusto. Should she be happy? Accepting? Proud? Scared? “Let me go.”

  He put his lips to her cheek. “No commitments. No pressure.”

  “This is too new,” she whispered with difficulty. “And very extraordinary.”

  “I know,” he told her, sounding as awed as she. “Don’t worry. Just now. Just us. Just this.” He tipped her head and ran his mouth down the lines of her neck. And she was lost in him again. “Let me show you how I can be nice and easy.”

  She snorted, a smile on her face. “You can make love like that?”

  He nuzzled her skin at the hollow of her throat. “That’s the real Ackerman. Promise.”

  She shifted beneath him, her move allowing her to feel the might in his torso and his thighs. She smothered a groan of pleasure. “What if I like him fast and furious?”

  He lifted his face, his eyes were half-lidded, dreamy, and his voice was hoarse. “I promise to bring him back. Say the word.”

  “Word,” she murmured, wondering what in the hell she wanted, a wild man who adored her or a gentle man who lured her.

  He pushed away, rose from the bed, and extended his hand. “Okay for now. Come with me.”

  Relieved, she took his hand, marveling that the act looked like friendship but felt like seduction. “Where?”

  He led her into the bathroom. “What do you think?”

  “Wow.” She did a three-sixty in the room as he braced a shoulder to the tiled wall, crossed his arms, and caressed her with his eyes. “I had no idea they had this kind of thing here.”

  He grinned. “Happy accident. And we can’t let it go to waste, now can we?”

  “Did you know?” Bold once more, she sashayed over to him. She stood on tiptoe to kiss him. “I approve.” She swept a hand toward the two totally mirrored walls.

  “They gave me a description when I asked for the suite. Little did I know I’d have the chance to enjoy it with a lady who really needed it.”

  She hooted, and to thank him for his compliment, she brushed her breasts against his chest.

  He clamped her to him.

  She laughed as he groaned with the way she was licking his nipples.

  “Viv, honey,” his voice was ragged. “If you keep on, we’ll be doing great things again.”

  “Mmm, works for me.” She ran her fingernails down his spine and cupped his ass cheeks. “I’m assuming you wanted the mirrors?”

  He got two handfuls of her breasts and thumbed her diamond-hard nipples. “The better to see all of you when we’re hooked together.”

  She whirled in his arms and nestled her buttocks against his thighs. “Works for both of us then.”

  He frog-walked her forward closer to one mirror. Sinking one hand into her folds, he parted her flesh with two fingers. The sound of her lush juices made her bite her lower lip.

  His breath hot on the back of her neck, he nipped her skin. “Hear how you want me?”

  “I do.” Her eyes were closing.

  “Look at us, baby,” he ordered, tipped up her hips with a flex of his own, then sent his other hand down to her mons. “Let’s see how you want me.” He spread open her hot flesh. She was swollen, red, and glistening with thick cream. He bit her shoulder.

  “Put your fingers inside me,” she told him in a dark and sultry voice she couldn’t recognize. “Oh. Yes.” Her head fell back to his chest. “How did I live without you?”

  “No clue. No need now.” He rubbed her tender flesh, and she bucked.

  Her knees gave way, and he caught her up and led her into the luxurious open shower.

  “Come wash me first. Please. Hurry, Britt.”

  “Hell,” he mourned and pressed her to the wall. “I don’t want you tasting of soap. I need you musky.” He pushed open her legs and drove up inside her. “I want you marked with me, my body, my scent, my everything.” He rammed her, and she went with
it, limp in his embrace.

  He cupped her chin. “Look at me. I’m going to be a good boy and wash every intimate fold of yours. Then I’m going to eat you up like the big bad wolf and make you come till you beg for mercy.”

  “Never stop,” she urged, her lips sucking his, frantic with want.

  Reaching above her, he pushed the buttons for the automatic shower spray. She flowed her hands down his torso, cupping his balls and stroking his shaft. He pulled her near and sank two fingers inside her core. He pulled his fingers out and licked them both, his gaze locked on hers.

  She was dazed by the move. Swaying, she smiled.

  “Want a sample?” He slid his fingers inside her again.

  She undulated with his invasion. “I do.” When he offered his fingers, she licked her fragrance off him like a pampered cat.

  He growled and took the soap from her, working up a lather with his palms and spreading the suds all over her. Her heavy breasts throbbed, pointed with desire. Her waist, her hips, all he touched turned to flame and wet frantic desire. “I love your plush lips. Like liquid glass, hot wax, sweet oblivion.”

  Her knees buckled.

  He caught her. “I’m going to have you now.” He led her out to stand on the large white fluffy bath rug. There, he wrapped her in a huge terry towel, whisked the water from her, and himself. He spun her toward one mirrored wall. “I’m going to eat you here, standing up, and you are going to watch me enjoy every bit of you.”

  She made a sharp little sound of acquiescence in her throat, then put her hand to his shoulder and pushed him to his knees.

  “You are beautiful.” He ran a finger over her shaved mons.

  “I have to confess“

  With a fingertip, he found the top of her slit and touched her inside once, delicately. “Tell me. What?”

  “I had this done the day before yesterday.”

  He braced her hips and leaned in to inhale. “You smell of verbena soap and sweet woman. I love that you knew I was going to come for you, want you.”

  “The whole time she worked on me, I thought of having a man, a good man, a worthy man.” You. Only you.

  He stabbed his tongue into the top of her slit. Gasping at the glory of it, she dug her nails into his shoulders. “You knew I was coming for you soon. You knew it even then.”

  “I did,” she admitted, mesmerized by the adoration of his fingers and his tongue.

  “I love it. Now spread your thighs and watch us.”

  She could barely stand the pleasure of his mouth and tongue, his hands, tender and forceful. All she’d ever hoped for.

  Eager, she opened herself wider and gaped at them, two beautiful healthy bodies in the mirrors. She swooned, ecstatic.

  He rubbed his mouth against her heavy folds and darted his tongue inside. She wanted to howl with how deliciously he served her. With one hand, he opened her lips wider, and his tongue plunged inside. He was a brazen lover.

  “Got to lie down, Britt. Please, darling, let me. Oh, god. I want to come, and you’re eating me, so hot, so fast, I-I-I—” She shook with strong vibrations that made her speechless.

  “Okay, lie down.” He pulled at both her hands, and she sank like a ton of bricks.

  She nestled into the long white shag rug, her body writhing in the ecstasy she’d found with him. Calling his name over and over, she widened her legs. “Please now.”

  He loomed over her, his arms shaking with the restraint. “No. I need to have more of you.”

  Her fists hit the floor. She was laughing, sobbing, making love to this marvelous man in a bathroom. “Can’t be more.”

  “There is.” Britt wedged himself between Viv’s legs, his fingers outlining the contours of the hot female body that belonged to him. He spread her lips wide, her musk enveloping him. Finding her clit, he blew his hot breath on her sensitive nub, and she groaned. He kissed it, circled it, and pinched it. She mewled. He settled in to lave it, holding down her hips as she moaned and he nipped her and sucked on her. She came with loud sobs that he figured the whole hotel could hear.

  Panting, she clutched him as she vibrated for a few more minutes and slowly drifted boneless to the rug. Her dark green eyes adored him. “How can you be so good?”

  He pushed hair from her cheeks. “Easy. I’m with you.”

  She stroked his torso and put one hand to his very interested cock. “I’m swimming in crazy mad need of you.” She laced her fingers in his hair. “Only you can cure my very horny condition.”

  “You think?”

  She cuffed him. “Shall I go get a condom for you?”

  “Do not move one lovely muscle.” He was up off the rug and back to her in half a minute.

  As he went to his knees before her, he let the foil drop.

  She was frowning.

  “What’s the matter?”

  “You’ve been around the world. Met hundreds of women.”

  He snorted. “Maybe not hundreds. But lots.”

  “Did you ever…”

  “What?”

  “Think you cared a lot for someone?”

  He touched the center of her luscious lower lip. “No. And I’ve never had such a good time making love to anyone, either.”

  She chuckled, down deep in her throat.

  He bent, cupped her nape, and whispered on her lips. “And you never thought you’d care for anyone again.”

  She curled her arms around his neck. “I hoped. But never had the nerve to hope for the wonder of you.”

  He rocked her nice and slow this time, brought them both up and over the edge of nirvana. Then he curled her close and eased beside her on the rug.

  Chapter Nine

  Viv awoke with a jolt.

  What time is it?

  She tried to roll over and look toward the clock in the bedroom, but she couldn’t move. She grinned. She was pinned by those arms she had craved, by those thighs she had kissed, caressed, and ridden.

  Inhaling, she closed her eyes and reveled in the comfort of Britt Ackerman. Warm. Solid. Hers.

  Was he?

  She nestled her hips back against his, spooned as they had been most of the night. She pressed her legs together and quivered with the aching swell of her core. The urge to have him again, pounding into her, swamped her. She arched backward.

  “How are you?” he asked with humor in his voice.

  “Delicious,” she crooned.

  “I know.” He put his teeth on her shoulder, nipping her as he slid his hand down her hip and between her wet folds. “I need to play. Come play with me, Viv. Start a new day, huh?”

  A metaphor for a future with him? Whether that meant only today or all their tomorrows, she was too entranced to decide now. She could only widen her thighs in welcome.

  He groaned and massaged her toward another high.

  She’d asked the fates for an inventive lover and great sex, but Britt Ackermann was a gift who far exceeded any mortal reward.

  “How can you be so wonderful?” she asked on a breath of sound, his fingers a raging delight.

  “Don’t question what the gods give you. Enjoy it.”

  She had to be logical with him, even as he consumed her with desire she couldn’t control. “I do. Did. Have. Five, six, seven times, by my count.”

  “I’ve set a high bar.”

  “Mount Everest.” She put a hand over his. Could she lose herself so often with this man and not pay high prices when she lost him? “I need to go.”

  “Not now, you don’t.” He nibbled at her ear, her cheek.

  She turned her face up to him. “I can’t think now. At this rate, I’ll never leave.”

  “Then don’t.”

  Gasping with pleasure, laughing, she pushed at his chest. “I have to take a real shower. Get out of here.”

  “No.” He pinched her most sensitive flesh, and she lolled her head. “You’re not going, but coming.”

  Never before had she laughed while she came. But she loved every vibration, every second
of pulsing, rippling, pounding joy. As she recovered from her high, she traced the strong planes of his face with her fingers and adored his handsome features.

  He cradled her close. “I don’t want you to leave.”

  “Have to, though.” She sighed. “Much to do. Hair. Nails. What time is it?”

  He got up on one arm to peer across the bathroom into the bedroom. “Quarter after ten.”

  “Oh, boy. I’ve got only my clothes from last night.”

  He nestled back down, his lips in her hair. “Give me your key. I’ll go get whatever you need.”

  “You’d do that?”

  “Sure. Better I go than you get embarrassed traipsing through the halls in your cocktail gown.” He smoothed her hair back. “I’ll go, then you can stay and have breakfast with me.”

  “I like a man who thinks of all the answers.”

  He bent over her and kissed each eyelid. “Let me be that man, Viv.”

  She had the impression that his words implied more than the obvious. But she wasn’t ready to address any of those other meanings. She went with the simple one and smiled. “Room Service is a great idea. I’ll call while you’re gone. Coffee. Eggs. Bacon. Whole wheat toast. You?”

  His blue eyes caught fire. “Same. What shall I bring you from your room?”

  “My work out clothes. Shorts, tank top, and socks. In the bureau. Nikes in the closet.”

  “Done. And?”

  “You’ll join me in the gym downstairs?”

  He hugged her once. “After we eat.”

  “Before. For a quickie.”

  He arched a brow.

  She laughed. “A quick workout, Ace.”

  He traced her lips with the tip of his index finger. “You know what I want tonight.”

  “I do.”

  “But?” He gave her a little shake. “Hey, look at me. What?”

  It was one thing to spend the night with a fabulous man, but to continue this affair, she’d be asking for trouble for her very tender heart. Each moment with him was rapture. More than she even remembered having enjoyed with her husband. If she cared for Britt any more, she’d burst with the glory of it. How could she possibly commit herself even more than she already had when she had no guarantees of tomorrow?