He pressed her hand to his cock and stopped her teasing. His eyes glimmered with desire and emotion. “I want to be inside you when I come. Much more of that and I’ll burst.”
Gathering heat spilled into her stomach. She gasped as he released her hand and kissed her, his tongue a thorough invader. Their urgency escalated, and her breathing quickened, her pulse rising to meet the lust pounding in her heart. His body entranced her—his hardness against her softness, his barely restrained passion. Again and again his tongue fucked her mouth. As his palm slid upward over her thigh, she realized her high-heeled black pumps had fallen off, and he worked her pantyhose down her legs. Eve wished she’d worn her lacy thigh-high stockings and garter belt. With infinite care, he removed her panties along with her pantyhose and tossed them on the floor.
“Oh, babe,” he whispered as he smoothed his fingers along the inside of her thigh.
She quivered, gasped under his touch and giggled. He didn’t relent, his touch more insistent as his gaze deepened, a fire apparent as he watched her react to sensual demands. More than anything, she wanted his hand between her legs, and as if he read her mind, his fingers found her wetness. He kissed her and drank in her moans. Stroke after lush stroke warmed Eve—her body sang under his attention as he took her higher. His fingers were so gentle, but he didn’t relent, smoothing her arousal over sensitive folds until she writhed. She wanted to beg, but the words wouldn’t come, and when Sean touched her clit, all it took was a tentative touch.
She came apart, screaming into his mouth as her body arched. She quivered and shook, trembling wildly as ecstasy wracked her from within, throbbing through her belly, core and clit.
But if she imagined the excitement was over, she thought wrong.
He drew down one shoulder of her dress until he bared her breast. He eased her into sitting position and undid her bra. Before she could take a breath, his mouth closed over one nipple. Hot, sweet pleasure sang, tingling deliciously as his tongue rasped hot and ravenous over her aroused flesh. He treated each breast to hot suckling until she squirmed with impatience. He kissed his way down her stomach, lingering over her belly button. She closed her eyes and savored the seduction, wanting to rush the moment, yet wishing it would last forever. She lay back, feeling like a goddess being pleasured by a god.
When he reached her pussy, his tongue did a hot, wet pass over her super sensitive clit.
She gasped.
Lingering, licking, he ate at her pussy. His tongue pushed into her, and she lost control. She couldn’t stay immobile, her hips wriggling, legs restless. He moaned, sounds of pure enjoyment leaving his throat as his tongue plunged in and out. Long moments passed as he soothed, played, stroked her clit into screaming need. Then two fingers pushed into her channel, and his tongue flickered across her aroused button. She shook with excitement, her senses gathering until she exploded in a splintering nova of pure bliss. When she came down from the heights, she panted and gasped for breath.
“Please,” she murmured, dazed and yet frenzied to continue. “Please tell me you have a condom somewhere.”
“Easy.” He smiled. “I’ve got more than one.”
She returned his grin. “Good.”
He leaned close to whisper in her ear, and his breath wafting across her skin sent sweet shivers or pleasure across her skin. “Do you want to be fucked?”
“Now,” she said breathlessly her hand clasping his erection once more. “Do it now, Sean.”
He reached into one of his pockets and drew out a condom, and within seconds he smoothed protection over his hardness. Bracing on arms and knees, he lowered his hips between her thighs. He eased the broad tip of his cock between her folds, teasing her pussy with subtle bumps and touches. Damn the man. He meant to tease her into another sexual meltdown. As he kissed her, she arched her hips upward. He pressed home and eased that thick bar of male flesh through tender, highly sensitive tissues. He felt so delicious, so wonderful, that when he pressed tight against her cervix, she shivered in excitement and pleasure. He started thrusting immediately, and she groaned as each stroke pulled her closer and closer to completion. Every movement of thick, long cock caressed her inside, and she’d never felt anything as wonderful.
His hips lifted and lowered between her thighs, each slow thrusting drawing her arousal into a fine pinpoint of excitement. Heat filtered through her veins, and she existed in a dream world too beautiful to believe. He slowed the pace, driving her to within an inch of begging.
With one sharp thrust, he speared Eve. She groaned and gasped as his broad length stretched her.
“I’m sorry,” he said around panting breaths. “Did I hurt you?”
“No. It feels so good.”
His hips rolled, bumping against her clit, grinding until she couldn’t take it any longer. She exploded under his pumping hips. She cried out, her breath suspended as waves of orgasm careened and caught and brought her aloft. She quaked deep inside, and the splintering, beautiful sensation ebbed. He fucked her through the orgasm, never relenting.
As his movements became more powerful, she knew nothing but a pounding beat, a mindless swirl of heat and madness. Stroke after stroke escalated the heated cries of pleasure leaving her throat, and soon she was moaning, gasping his name, touching him all over in a frantic dance leading to another explosion. Her pussy clenched around him, and she gasped in violent release, her entire body quivering and quaking.
He drove deep one last time, shuddering as a roar ripped from his chest.
When he collapsed, Sean rolled to his side and gathered her into his arms. “God, that was…was…”
“Fantastic?” she said with a hopeful tone.
He laughed. “Better. Way better.”
She sighed and moved in his arms just enough to snuggle deeper into embrace. She loved how he felt. He meant so much she couldn’t think of the right words.
When one of her thighs slipped between his legs and her skin brushed against his balls, he caught his breath.
“Something wrong?” she asked.
“Nope. Nothing wrong.”
“You’re in that no mind state men get after they’ve just had sex.”
He chuckled. “You’re a damned smart woman. And yeah. I’m totally mindless. And probably not just after sex, either.”
His agreeing laugh sent new happiness exploding inside her. His hands swept over her arms down to her ass. He cupped one ass cheek and squeezed it.
“Damn,” he said softly. “Now that is an ass to die for.”
Her giggle sounded girlish, and she felt free. Free and easy emotion slipped through her veins. She moved and displaced his arms around her.
Eve propped up on her elbow and looked down on him.
“You’re beautiful.” His gaze fixated on her and she felt self-conscious for only a moment. Sometimes her face made her appear younger than her years. He brushed his index finger over her nose and across her cheekbone. “So pretty.”
She smiled. “Thanks.” She ducked her head, and heat filled her cheeks. She touched his stomach, and his cock twitched. “I think you’re the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen.”
He snorted. “Yeah, right. Women think I’m so good looking they’re falling at my feet. Not.”
She sighed. “I feel bad about that.”
“What?”
She shifted until she sat up, her long legs curled to the side, her weight supported on one hand.
“God,” he said, “don’t sit like that.”
“Why?”
“Because you look like a goddess, and I’m a horny soldier who hasn’t touched female flesh in over two years.”
She didn’t move from her provocative pose, but her mouth parted in surprise. “Really?”
“Nope. I’ve been too busy working hard and…”
“And?”
“Taking you for granted.”
“What?”
“Yeah. I should have paid more attention to you before I even left for Iraq. Those l
etters were hot. And sweet. I couldn’t wait to get them. I was so damned happy when you agreed to write me.”
“You were surprised that I’d write you? Why? We’re such good friends.”
He shook his head. “Because over the time we’ve worked together, I could tell you thought of me as just a friend.”
“Friends don’t write friends when they go to war?”
“Sometimes they don’t. Like I said, there are a hell of a lot of guys who get Dear John letters.”
She frowned. “And here I was worried that you wanted to stop writing me, and all the while you thought I might stop writing.”
“Yep. To be honest.”
“So you don’t trust easily?”
He shrugged and reached for her, tugging her down into his arms. He tangled his fingers in her hair.
“Sean?”
“Since I was a kid people have left me. My parents spent a ton of time when I was in grade school trying to keep their business going.”
“They were gone a lot?”
“They averaged fourteen hour days. Then on weekends they volunteered, and sometimes it seemed like they forgot me. My aunt Tina was my babysitter, and when I was sixteen, she was killed in a climbing accident. She was more a mother to me than my mother.”
She shifted, curling her arm around his midsection to hold him closer. “So you learned that people could leave you no matter what you did.”
He nodded. “That’s a good way of putting it.”
Eve’s fingers traced a seductive pattern along his left thigh. He shivered. “Anyway, I’m not trying to sound pathetic.”
Her hand stopped circling on his thigh. “Tell me more.”
“About my childhood?”
“About…your time in Iraq. When you learned to zig rather than zag.”
“Now?”
She felt him stiffen and knew somehow she’d said the wrong thing. Damn it.
He slipped out of her arms. “Be right back.”
Concerned that Sean might be backing off a little, she slipped into her robe and headed to the kitchen. Some space wouldn’t hurt them one bit.
She opened the fridge and stared at the contents without really seeing anything. She finally grabbed a bottle of water and opened it.
“Eve?”
She took a long swig from a bottle of water, then put it back in the fridge.
“Hey there,” she said, knowing her smile was a little detached. She didn’t want to push him. After all, he’d just gotten back from an environment so much different than the one he was in now.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Well, as my English friend Claudia would say, ‘I’m brilliant’.” Her gaze landed on his cock. She couldn’t help it. The man was…well…delicious. After all, his cock had turned hard and hungry again.
Her bathrobe was only half tied, and a long strip of bare flesh from breasts to the light brown curls at her pubic mound showed. He walked straight toward her as if she had a leash and was tugging him toward her.
“Right. Look, I’m sorry I went quiet on you.” He clasped her waist and brought her close. She put her hands on his chest. “What I’m trying to say is that I’m seriously hung up on you, Eve. And I want more with you than a one night stand.”
Her hands slid upward over his chest, and she toyed with his nipples. She smiled, and this time the warmth held happiness. “I know. I’m sorry I came on strong. I shouldn’t have asked for a confession right away.”
He cupped her face and placed a kiss on her nose. “I’ll tell you about my bad dreams and how I zigged instead of zagging.”
She slipped her hands to his waist and held him there, and his cock surged into full attention.
“Talk to me,” she said softly.
“I’d rather show you what I’m feeling.”
He gathered her into his arms and steered her backwards. He lifted Eve at the waist and plopped her onto the kitchen counter. With one movement, he undid the tie on her robe and it opened over her breasts. He licked his lips and cupped her breasts gently.
“God, these are beautiful.”
She looped her arms around his neck, and he dove in to lick and suck her left nipple with greedy enjoyment. She shivered as hot pleasure spread to her stomach and lower.
Eve brushed over his shoulders. “Are you trying to distract me with sex?”
He grinned up at her. “Yes.”
“You’re not getting away with it.”
He kept his arms around her waist. “Okay. You broke me down.” He swallowed hard, and she knew he didn’t find speaking about this easy. He brushed her hair away from her face. “While I was in Iraq, my senses seemed heightened. I used those feelings to make sure when I was on a convoy or in some other situation that wasn’t safe…I used it to… It sounds crazy.”
“No. Go on. It doesn’t sound crazy to me.”
He took a deep, shuddering breath and turned away from her gaze. He leaned back against the counter. Her arms encircled his neck, her hands warm on his chest. She leaned into him, and her legs went around him, too. It felt good to her. Comfortable. Nothing harried or frantic or demanding.
“At least two times when we were moving out…when we moved base camp, I had a bad feeling,” he said.
Her arms tightened around him. “What kind of bad feeling?”
“One morning we left base camp and the weather was for shit. I was edgy as hell. The guys in the Hummer kept commenting on how jumpy I was. I’d never mentioned my feelings like that before. I’d said and done things to keep fellow soldiers—friends safe. They started to call me Spooky. Anyway, on this trip, I tried to warn them, but they all looked at me like I was a nutcase. I shut up. Even Micky, who is a friend of mine, wouldn’t listen this time. Weather was coming up. A dust storm started right before insurgents started firing off at the convoy from across the desert. We called in firepower and a gunship came to the rescue.”
“That’s a good thing right? You were able to take out the insurgents?”
“Not before our Hummer wheels were shot out. We’d jumped out of the vehicle. That’s when a sniper from the other side decided to shoot. Right before he pulled the trigger, I felt this instinct to move to the right. A bullet hit the Hummer right where I was kneeling. The asshole started firing randomly, and before each shot, I moved and avoided getting hit. Right then the gunship came in and took out the snipers.”
“Oh, my God.” Her voice came out soft, and she tightened her arms around him, wishing she could be his shelter from the horrors she knew he must have seen. “I can’t imagine how horrible it was.”
“Just another day in Iraq,” he said sardonically. He turned in her arms and she kept her legs anchored around him. “You don’t hear about it every day.”
“No.” She frowned. “Like I said, I don’t watch the news much.”
“Good thing. This event wasn’t on the news.”
“Oh, Sean.” Eve’s heart sank thinking about what could have happened to him, and she wanted to run from reality.
What she saw in his eyes, so brilliant blue and intense, blew her away. She saw caring and desire written within his gaze.
“I’m sorry, Sean.”
His brow creased. “For what?”
“That you had to go through that.”
He shrugged. “I made it. I’m fine.”
She shook her head. “There’s something else you’re not telling me. When did this zig instead of zag incident happen?”
“About a month after I got there. Then the other incident…”
“When you were hurt?”
“Yeah. When that bomb went off, the Hummer saved our lives. Me and three other guys inside. Still, the side of the Hummer ripped open and part of it hit me in the head and knocked me unconscious. I had a cut to my leg, too. Apparently I had blood pouring down the side of my face, and the other guys thought I was a goner. The helmet probably saved my life.”
Fear sliced through her. She pushed her fingers gently throu
gh his close-clipped hair. “Where…?”
He tapped above his left ear. “Right here. There isn’t even a scar. You can’t tell anything happened.”
She inspected and saw nothing. His ear tempted, and she kissed his lobe. When he shivered and moaned softly, she grinned.
“That time I wanted to zig, but it wasn’t like I could tell the men anything more than I had the first time. I was out cold for eight hours.”
She didn’t know what to say, so she kissed his forehead tenderly.
“While I was lying in the hospital, I started to dream.”
“Nightmares?”
“In a way. Yeah. I’d dream that you and I were making love, and when you walked out of the bedroom, I waited. For a good minute. Then I had this horrible fear I’d lost you. And when I walked out into the living room in my apartment, you weren’t there.”
“Oh no. “
A shiver wracked his body. “I’ve always used my instincts to guide me.”
“I wish I could say the same about me. I keep saying that I should, and then something throws me off track. I think my mind is playing cruel tricks on me.”
He clasped her forearms and held on. “You’re fine. There’s nothing wrong with you.”
In a way he still looked lost, and she decided one thing with those instincts she’d talked about so much. She decided she couldn’t leave him wondering, and took a huge risk. “I’m not leaving you, Sean. We’ve shared so much, especially tonight. I’m not going to leave you.”
His smile was sweet and cocky and so damned handsome. His hands drifted upward to cup her shoulders. “Thank you.”
He started to kiss her neck, and the warmth of his breath on her skin made her shiver. She wanted more. Boldness struck Eve, and she lay back on the counter.
With a feral male grin, he drew open her robe. Bared, she felt vulnerable. His warm fingers brushed down her thighs. She groaned as sweet pleasure urged her to open her legs to his attention. He leaned in to feast. Warm pulses tingled between her legs as he traced the sweetest kisses to her thighs. She shivered when his lips tickled sensitive skin. The ache built so quickly, she wanted to squirm and twitch. She wanted his cock buried deep within her. With the first brush of his tongue over her already aroused flesh, she gasped. Then, so delicately, he licked one fold, then the other. He pushed his tongue deep inside her to caress. He bestowed the most intimate kiss, his tongue thrusting, fucking her pussy with touches she couldn’t get enough of. Eve wanted to beg, but she tumbled headlong into wonderful feelings. When his tongue flicked over her bud, she gasped.
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