Operation: Tempt Me

by Christina James

  Cambrie modeled her emerald green costume, twirling in the shiny shorts that flared at the edges like a mermaid’s tail and still allowed her to walk. Her silky top was sexy but conservative enough for the library, a short sleeved sequined blouse that resembled scales. “You like it? I thought it was a no-brainer to dress as a mermaid for a costume party.”

  “Like it? Baby, I’m blown away by the image of you as a mermaid. One look from across the room when I arrived and I couldn’t breathe. It was like seeing you in my dreams again.”

  “I thought that was you. I just lost you in the crowd.” Her heart thudded hard against her breasts.

  “I promise you’re not losing me tonight, baby.”

  “Will you dance with me, Miller? I’ve been jealous all night of the couples on the dance floor. The offers I had weren’t appealing.”

  “Lead the way,” he said, and they found a cozy spot on the edge of the make-shift dance floor and rocked slowly in each other’s arms. “Good thing you turned the bastards down, I would’ve hurt someone if I’d walked in and found you dancing in another man’s arms.”

  “Stop it.” She slapped at his chest.

  “Dead I’m telling you. They’d be dead,” he said, but without a lot of heat. The spark of jealousy made her feel even sexier.

  The heat emanating from his body warmed her in every private place she possessed. Her body wishing his was naked and making love to her.

  “You must have paid attention when I emailed you about the party because you’re here.”

  “Always,” he said, pressing his body into hers. “Even if it doesn’t seem like I’m listening, believe me…I hear everything.”

  “This is the best surprise ever,” Cambrie said, shaking her butt to the music while holding his hands. “You should’ve told me you were coming.”

  “I like surprises. I can stay until tomorrow early afternoon, baby. Sorry. Wish it could be longer but there’s a lot of shit going on at work that needs taking care of. But I should be in the States for a bit. Who knows? At least we’ll be able to talk.”

  She didn’t want to think of him leaving when he just got here. Again! “Then shake what your mama gave you and let’s tear up the dance floor.”

  He laughed. “Darling, you keep shaking that hot ass of yours and the only tearing I’ll be doing is at our clothes to get us naked.”

  “Now, wouldn’t that make this a party to remember?” she teased, her heart overflowing with joy.

  “Smart ass,” he said, and leaned closer to her ear. “Remind me to spank you later for that.”

  “I plan to.”

  ****

  Being the hostess meant Cambrie had to stay until the last guest left. The Teen Readers Group promised to come in the next day and clean up any remnants of the party but, for the most part, people were careful to keep the library clean. Cambrie didn’t want the night to end now that she had partied for hours with Miller.

  “Who would’ve guessed that a bad ass Navy SEAL could dance up a storm? You looked pretty darn sexy out there on the dance floor, Miller. I think quite a few ladies had to fan themselves, and it’s fifty degrees out!”

  Miller shut the library’s heavy wooden front doors and inserted the key that Cambrie handed him. Once he shook them to double check that they were locked, he grabbed Cambrie’s hand and walked her down the front steps to his truck.

  “I learned a thing of two about dancing after being stationed in Rio years ago. Very wild city.” He opened the truck door and she stepped up into the cab. “We’ll come back for your car tomorrow, Cam.”

  Without waiting for a reply, he shut her door and took giant steps to his side and climbed in.

  “Wow, you’re getting to know your way around these parts pretty good,” Cambrie complimented, as he sped off toward her house without any prompting or directions.

  “All part of my training, my dear. I’ve been taught to navigate third world countries with nothing more than a compass and a map. Getting around a quaint town like Maddyville ain’t no problem. Hell, y’all have signs marked so well it’s impossible not to know where you’re going.” He dragged her hand to his mouth where his lips smooched over her knuckles. “Besides, I don’t want to waste any time getting home. If I had to watch you wiggle that ass one more time tonight without being able to bury my cock in you then I’d probably kidnap you for some privacy.”

  His sexy talk drenched her in goose bumps. How could she not squirm when he hinted at how he wanted her? “I’ve missed you, Miller.”

  If she could chew her tongue off she would. Why the hell did she blurt that out now? The mood was light and fun. Why layer it with heavy and deep emotions? Ugh!

  “Ditto. I only broke two laptops, though, while waiting to get back to you.”

  “What? How?”

  He shrugged as he turned the corner to park in her driveway. “Got tired of the fucking Internet bouncing me off every time I needed to talk to you.”

  Needed to talk to you. Could he have missed her as much as she did him?

  “Cade, one of my buddies on my team, said I didn’t know my own strength and then busted my balls when my best friend, Chance, ratted me out that it was over a woman.”

  Oh, man this was getting heavy. Hot sex first then heavy emotional talking.

  “I hope you don’t mind that I played with my toys while you were gone. I tried to web cam you, but it failed to connect. Oh, it was so kinky to sit in front of my laptop hoping you’d get a connection and see me manipulating my pussy with the vibrator.” She squeezed her legs together as best she could in the sitting position but still a heavy ache developed deep within the muscles of her pussy.

  Miller killed the ignition and practically growled. “Stop or I warn you, you’ll be naked before you reach the porch, baby. And I don’t give a damn who watches.”

  She quickly exited the truck while he waited for her to come around to his side where he took her hand and walked side by side.

  “God, I’m blistering your ass for this hard-on,” he complained and adjusted the front of his jeans. “Can’t even walk.”

  She stifled a laugh and walked to her front door, keys in hand. “Don’t worry, Miller, sweetie. I plan to show you in person what you missed.” Her feet felt like they floated on air.

  Inside, he tossed his jacket aside and had barely shut the door when he had lifted her to straddle her legs around his waist. His mouth landed hard on hers, branding her with a fiery tongue whipping inside her mouth. She matched his power, unable to fight the growing need within her to devour every inch of him. His fingers dug into her sides as she felt the room moving. When a soft cushion hit her back, she broke the kiss to find he had laid her on the couch.

  “Beautiful. Fucking beautiful,” he said, his desire plain even in the dimly lit room. Only the small desktop lamp illuminated their bodies. “Just want to remember you in this costume forever. My mermaid,” he whispered, the corners of his mouth lifting in a smile.

  Her hand slid under his shirtsleeve on his upper arm and captured his tattoo beneath her palm and caressed the decorated skin. “I was with you, Miller.”

  “Absolutely, baby. And not just on my arm.”

  The reality that sprang forward with his admission had her trembling, not out of fear but out of concern. The last thing she wanted was to be a distraction while he worked. If he ever took a bullet, or worse, because he had been preoccupied with thoughts of her then she’d never forgive herself.

  She stared at the sharp angles of his handsome face and smiled. No, Miller would never let a distraction keep him from performing his best on the job. He was too good a SEAL to do that. It was evident in how organized he was with his time, how controlled he was with his emotions and temperament, and how dedicated he was with any endeavor he took on.

  Bracing her wrists above her head with one hand, Miller unbuttoned her blouse, sliding his hand under the silky fabric to melt over her breasts. Oh, God how she had yearned for his touch all of these lone
ly nights. Now that she had it, she didn’t want it to stop. She prayed for time to stand still.

  “Touch me everywhere. Miller, I need to feel your touch.” She didn’t care if she whimpered. All she cared about was Miller’s closeness.

  With devastating slowness, he undressed her until she lay naked on her couch. He had only pulled his shirt off and straddled his half naked body over hers.

  “I had a dream of you while I was away, Cambrie,” he whispered into her ear, his hot breath tickling the sensitive skin along her neck.

  “Dreaming of mermaids again, were you?”

  “No. Only of you.” He hovered nose to nose with her, his gaze glued to hers. The closeness shared a glimmer of heat deep in those brown depths, but it was the vulnerability she saw shadowed in the depths that stunned her. “Let me show you how my dream was, Cambrie. I promise wild and crazy for later. But first let me show you how I dreamt of us making love on this couch with the moonlight streaming through the windows.”

  “Miller.” Her strangled voice came out in a hushed tone.

  “Sshh. I’m right here, Cambrie, baby. Give yourself to me. Let me love you like you deserve.” He kissed her lips. “Let.” Kissed her jaw. “Me.” Kissed her cheek. “Love.” He kissed her ear lobe. “You.”

  A shiver so strong ran through her, that his hand holding her wrists above her head tightened its grip.

  “I broke speeding laws to get to this moment, Cam.” The admission weighed heavily with emotion so raw she felt like she had been elevated on a pedestal, cherished beyond measure.

  God, was that the most romantic thing she had ever heard? The man was all about upholding laws and here he went and broke them to get to her. She never wanted tonight to end. Living in this moment forever would be just fine with her.

  The hand on her breast squeezed, caressing the heated flesh. With his fingers, he tweaked the nipple, rubbing his thumb over it until flames shot down to her pussy. He worked her body into a frenzy of fire, sparks igniting under her skin where the roughness of his fingers roamed.

  “Miller. I love to feel your strength.”

  “Ah, but baby, you’re my strength. I love how I feel when I’m with you.”

  And she believed him. There was no need to fluff his words with her. Honesty had been his most attractive quality. Well, that and the amazing cock that he was grinding against her thigh as he trailed wet kisses along her neck to her shoulder. His hand released hers above her head.

  Without hesitation, she latched onto his shoulders, her fingertips dredging along the hard outline of muscles. The bare skin under her touch radiated heat and power. A shiver raked along his long body before he arched his head back.

  “My, God, Cambrie. Fucking goose bumps now? What are you doing to me?” he asked, lowering his gaze to hers, a crooked a smile adorning his parted lips.

  Needing no further prompting and reveling in the power she had over this strong man, she raked her nails along his back. Up and down over taut skin, she memorized every outline of muscles. “You have the most incredible body, Miller. But it looks a lot better naked. Strip. Now.”

  He cocked an eyebrow and laughed. “Yes, ma’am.”

  His words may have been compliant but the cocky smile he offered as he eased off of the couch and kicked out of his boots, pants, and boxers until he stood gloriously naked, warned of his friskiness. Slipping a condom over his erection, confidence poured from him.

  Without further conversation, he lay over her again, the sheer weight of his body pressing hers into the cushions until they were molded as one. Her legs straddled his hips, the thick head of his cock nestled over her pussy lips. She rocked her hips, barely able to move an inch under his weight, hoping to encourage him to enter her and fuck her like mad.

  “Uh-uh, Cam. This is my dream re-enactment. Remember? I promise fast later. But, first…slow.”

  Her whimper came from sheer frustration of needing his cock filling her up and failing to convince him to do it now. “Tease.”

  “Hardly. Just a very patient man who wants—no, needs—to show you how amazing you are. I crave you, Cambrie. Now I want to hear you scream my name.”

  His mouth landed on her breast, dragging the areola into his warmth. His tongue darted over the stiff nipple, licking and lapping before switching to the other breast and displaying the same treatment.

  “Oh, Miller. Yes. Suck harder. Oh, yes.”

  The pull from his mouth was so exquisite, beams of heat radiated from her breasts to her belly where nerves jumped with expectation of the building pleasure. Harder and harder he sucked, tugging at each nipple, alternating back and forth until she was mindless with the slight pain in her nipples increasing the awareness in her pussy. Her pussy lips swelled with her arousal, the wetness preparing her for his cock.

  “Miller!”

  She couldn’t help herself. The need within her rose too sharply to keep her thoughts focused.

  Inching slowly down her body, his large hand splayed over her belly. “You have the softest skin, Cambrie.” Laying soft kisses in his path, he continued his descent. “And the sweetest pussy. Even with your juices on my tongue, I can never get my fill of you. I think I’m addicted to you.”

  Raising her legs, he placed them over his shoulders while he settled in front of her throbbing pussy. Just him lying that close to her femininity awakened a greedy need within her core for his touch.

  “Let me look at you, baby. Let me look at this beautiful pussy.”

  Oh. Dear. God. She’d combust soon if he didn’t make her come.

  “Miller. This is too much. I need you inside me now. Fuck me now.”

  With the most delicate touch she had ever felt from him, he spread her pussy lips apart and trailed a long finger up and down the moist folds. “Ahh. Soon.”

  Keeping her ass on the couch while his finger toyed with her wetness was a test of her willpower. How she wished she had the strength to throw him onto his back, straddle that magnificent cock, and ride him until she made them both come hard.

  “So pretty. These soft, bare pussy lips were made for my tongue.”

  She whimpered but was rewarded with his mouth on her mound. That long tongue licked lazy strokes up and down her parted flesh, dipping inside her heat to lap at her juices before returning to do it all over again.

  The steady rhythm of his mouth on her pussy had her climbing a wall of pleasure, but each time she thought she’d topple over the top to claim her relief, he eased off his attentions. The jerk! Tormenting her like this when she was on fire and barely able to form words.

  “Miller.”

  She was prepared to beg, plead. Anything to get him to let her finish. But when two fingers sank into her wetness and fucked her pussy with long, fast jabs, she lost it.

  Gone was the proper librarian. Gone was the well-mannered southern woman. In her place was a mad woman blinded by lust and an orgasm so powerful it convulsed her entire body like her limbs would be torn off as she thrashed over the cushions.

  “Yes. Miller. Yes. Yes.”

  Thank God she at least remembered his name because she couldn’t her own. It didn’t matter. The sensations rocking through her body were well worth the amnesia. Wave after wave poured from her womb, blasting her with heavy aches and long spasms so wonderful, so fulfilling that a lone tear trickled from her closed eyes.

  When the heavy head of his cock slipped into her pussy, the spasms caressed it, welcoming him. His thrust seated him fully into her tightness.

  “Damn, Cambrie. I love how your tender muscles milk my cock.”

  Not wasting a moment’s time, Miller began a steady thrusting motion, in and out, holding when all the way in, then in and out, holding. Over and over he kept the tempo, suspending most of his weight off of her with his strong arms anchored beside her head.

  She enjoyed the swaying of his body into hers and ran her hands over his arms, back, shoulders, anywhere she could keep a connection with him, to feel his heat, his strength. “Oh, M
iller. Please. Don’t stop. It feels too good.”

  He didn’t reply. He didn’t have to. One look into those brown eyes provided her with insight into the heart he wouldn’t share.

  She had always seen lust and desire raging within the brown orbs, but now, now it was all replaced with a glorious flame, like she was all he saw, all he needed.

  Could it be love that she saw? Her heart swelled with the knowledge. It had to be because it was the only emotion strong enough to shatter his usual control.

  Sometimes words weren’t necessary to be loved. But they sure as hell would be nice to hear. Conceding to whatever stubbornness kept his feelings locked up, Cambrie lost herself in the moment, too aroused to delve any deeper into her own emotions.

  Miller’s pace increased with his breathing. Hovering above her with his naked body illuminated in the soft light, he dragged deep breaths into his lungs.

  Her body reacted with his, her breathing hitched, her vaginal muscles tingled in anticipation of the orgasm that lingered on the horizon. He pounded his hips into hers, his cock stroking her pussy in a merciless wave of bliss.

  “Rub your clit for me, baby. I want to feel you explode around my cock.”

  She did as commanded, inching her hand between their bodies and over her belly until her fingers touched the hard nub. Each thrust he gave pushed her hand harder onto her clit, making the sensations that much more powerful. The way his thick cock stroked along the inside of her pussy, elevated her to hover between pure ecstasy and the need to surrender to the pleasure assailing her.

  With her slippery fingers, she pressed hard circles over her clit. Her limited movement not a factor because his cock filling her pussy only increased her arousal. Stimulated beyond reason, her womb lashed out with a flood of spasms that crammed into her tight pussy, flexing against his pulsing cock. His body tightened as he held his hips into hers, keeping his cock buried entirely within her warmth.

  “Miller! Yes, oh God. Miller!”

  “Cambrie,” he growled through gritted teeth, the sound such a compliment. She loved the way she could make him lose control.