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

  She felt her nipples harden, her core pulse. She felt triumphant. Powerful. Where had that strong woman been for the past few years? “You like wild women?”

  He bent to fasten his lips over one of her nipples. “I like you.”

  Bucking, she tried to squeeze her thighs together. She was so swollen, so slick she might be rash and stupid and attack him like a starving cat. “You’re not going to stop?”

  “Not all night long.”

  She tingled. Her insides gushed with expectation. God, she was going to make him and herself so damn happy. “I think I’m in heaven.”

  “Makes two of us.”

  “We’ll get no rest?”

  “I’m doing my best.”

  “I can tell,” she gasped as he licked her nipple through the lace, then bit her and made her yelp. “That’s why you’re…” She lost her train of thought as he edged his hand inside her panties and sank one thick finger high inside her.

  “The Best Man?” He found her clit and stroked her. “Yeah, darlin’. The best man for you.”

  Chapter Seven

  She tasted like fine silk and velvet roses. She looked enchanting, her rich red hair cascading over her shoulders, her eyes half closed with bliss.

  Just the way I want you. Just the way I’m going to keep you.

  His one hand cupped her breast. What was she? A 38? D? Yeah, baby. Big and firm and all mine. His cock jerked, the impulsive big bastard, wanting to get inside her now.

  Easy, man.

  His other hand cupped her mons. She was as hot as the desert as she thrust against him. One finger was skimming inside her sweet, hot channel, gripped tight by her swollen walls and coated with the wealth of her cream. “I see how you came just in time.”

  “If you keep doing that, I may come right now,” she whispered, her torso swaying in delight.

  “Do as you like, baby. We’re here all night long. You brought all these wonderful assets to the party, and I’m going to reward you for the presents.”

  Her hands left his shoulders and drifted to the waistband of his trousers. “I need to see what you brought to the party.”

  He shifted to accommodate her. Christ, he was so stoked he wondered if he’d lose himself the minute she touched him, but he couldn’t be stingy. “Be my guest.”

  Her fingers fumbled with the catch, and he snorted, helping her roll down the zipper.

  “Love the black skivvies,” she whispered as she sank her hand inside and, with the other, pulled down the fabric. She whimpered. “Oh, god. You are so long and thick.” Her palm stroked him from tip to root as she licked her lips and her witch’s green eyes found his. “I’m glad we’re here all night. I don’t think I could have you just once.”

  “Never just once.” He let his head fall back to the chair. The way she cupped him was killing all his ambition to take her slow and easy. Growling, he grabbed her around the waist and pushed to his feet. “Hang on, sweetheart.”

  He walked with her legs around his waist into the bedroom, her gaze on his. “I’m going to put you down, but you have to stand.”

  “I can’t,” she pleaded, breathless, her lips on his.

  “You need to do me a favor.”

  “Anything. But make it fast.”

  “Put your heels on and walk to the door over there and back.”

  “I like it here. With you,” she whispered, squirmed, and rubbed her hips against his.

  The damn slinky lace abraded his will power. “I need to get the whole picture. You in just those earrings and panties and bra. And the killer spikes. Once. Before I take them off you.”

  “And then you and I will…” A blush stained her cheeks.

  Fuck? “Make love. What I’ve waited all day to do. To hold you, kiss you, tell you how damn lovely you are. How just being with you thrills me.” He gazed into her fabulous dark green eyes hazy with desire. “And then I’ll make love to you all over again.”

  “More than once?”

  If it was a question or a plea or a statement of wonder, he couldn’t tell. Whatever it might have been in her mind, in his, she proved once again how she was so meant for him. So easy to love. His cock hardened with the expectation to have her soon and often. Endlessly, if he could convince her of what he’d felt since he laid eyes on her this morning.

  He traced her lower lip with two fingers. “You’ve got to know that once won’t work for us, Viv. I have to have you because there is no other way to show you how you belong with me. Forged to me. Me inside you.”

  She trembled, her lips quivering. “You’re very eloquent about all this.”

  “You inspire me.”

  She ran a hand into his hair, and he nuzzled her wrist. “I’m speechless and you’re—”

  In love with you. “Determined to show you stars in the daytime and the sun at night.”

  “Oh, Britt,” she breathed and pressed her mouth to his, consuming his reason and restraint.

  “I’ve seen you,” he told her, realizing one truth of his years as a fighter, a yearner, a man alone. She’d walked his mind. An ethereal creature who trekked with him across baking deserts and embraced him in torrid snake-infested pits. Oh, yes, he recognized her. Was she his siren? His angel? Whatever else she was, she was fated to be his. “Hungry, alone, fighting in the depth of oceans. Running, winning, on the tops of mountains. I’ve seen the woman for me. She was you.”

  She cupped his jaw and kissed him like the world was on fire.

  He knew excitement in a woman, but this with her was his surrender, too. He could charm women. Take them into his arms and his bed. Hell, being a SEAL meant the pickings were never out of season. But all that was so empty. So tiresome. And he was so over one-night stands. Women who loved nailing a SEAL…and leaving to brag about it.

  But this woman was not just the vision from his dreams, silly or psychotic as any shrink might say they were, she was comfortable as his skin to be near, easy as his heartbeat to listen to, pretty as only she was, one of a kind, singularly his. He couldn’t have made a better match for himself if he’d ordered her up out of a catalogue in heaven.

  He smiled at her, sweet thing that she was. “What was all that dreaming for if I didn’t recognize you the first minute I saw you.”

  She caught her breath, her gaze searching his.

  He consoled her fears with a wink. “Do it for me. Walk over there. I’ve waited all day, imaging you without clothes. I need to see if I’m right.”

  She snaked her hands through his hair while she kissed his chin, wistful and yielding in his arms. “Right about what?”

  “That your body is what I’ve been dreaming of for years.”

  Her lashes fluttered. Her heart raced under her soft skin. “You’d charm me out of my skin.”

  “Good for me,” he laughed. “Do it. I’ve seen your iridescent skin, the heavy curve of your breasts, the lean line of your hips. You’re what I’ve wanted and never found until now.” He ran a palm over the fullness of one breast and lifted it. “Walk over there for me. That’s my girl.”

  Britt let her down slowly, and the effort nearly socked the air out of him. The scrape of her hot soft flesh over his stomach and down his thighs spiked his urgency. With her finally standing on her own, her legs along his, her luscious breasts to his chest, her hips plastered to his, he fought to speak. His balls tightened, and his cock stiffened painfully in want. “Walk.”

  She spun away with a flick of her gorgeous hair over her shoulders. Her back was muscular, elegantly sculpted. Her waist small. Her hips curvy, a woman’s, now all his, swaying. Her ass. Heart-shaped perfection. Oh. My. Christ.

  His eyes drifted closed. He forced them open. Her cheeks were tight. Years of working out, plus what heaven had granted her, meant she had the sweetest mounds he’d ever seen. And through the delicate black lace, they looked like two cupcakes he was going to lick and kiss. Her long legs were sinuous bits, too, leading down to the six-inch designer heels he was going to remember to have her
wear every night for years to come. Just so he could take them off her. After he made love to her.

  “Come here, baby.” He beckoned with a lift of his fingers. “Slowly.”

  She inhaled, twirled around to face him, her eyes ablaze with devilry. Then she lifted both arms in the air to pick up her hair, pose as if she were a pin-up girl, and glide her way back to him. When she got close, she smiled up into his face, slid her palms beneath his trouser waistband and crooned, “Let me take these off for you, honey. Your cock has been dying to get out and play.”

  As her hands sank over his shaft, she sank down his body and her mouth took his long, aching cock into her cavern to caress him with her tongue and suck him wild.

  His fingers dove into her hair to tug her up. “No, Viv. No. I want to be inside you when I come.”

  She pushed back, walked around the bed, and shoes still on, she climbed on the bed, ass in the air like a jungle cat. “How’s this?”

  He shoved his pants and briefs off. His cock was pulsing like a drum. “Beautiful.”

  He climbed up on the bed behind her. With two hands, he grasped her panties and pulled them down her thighs.

  Gazing at him over her shoulder, she looked as seductive as siren from one of those vintage World War Two posters, luscious and pretty. “Will you have me like this?”

  He ran his palms over the firm globes of her ass. “Soon.” He kissed each buttock, bit each once, then fit his cock along her hot wet cleft.

  She cried out in need. “You are driving me crazy here.”

  He hooked an arm under her hips and pushed at the small of her back. She was so lovely this way, her folds pink and swollen, thick with want and glistening for him. “I have to taste you, first.” He bent, inhaled her musk, and licked her slit all the way back up to her rosy hole. “Christ, you taste so good. Like flowers and honey.”

  She was catching her breath, making little sounds. “Britt, that was, um, unbelievable.”

  He massaged her silken flesh, then sank two eager fingers inside her. He’d happily be in there and never leave. “Believe, darlin’. I’m here, and you’re mine.” All mine. Tonight, and if I’m really good, longer.

  “Oh, Britt!” She rolled her head around. “I need more here. Much more.”

  He kissed his way up her spine and hauled her against him. “You fit me this way, too, baby. Feel.” He rubbed himself against her, one hand diving down her flat stomach to find her trim little bush and massage her swollen nub. She gave a mindless moan. Then he undid her bra and pushed her over to her back.

  Above her now, he felt like a predator, all male, weakened by her feline needs and his hankering to please her. “I love your lingerie, sweetheart. But it has to go.”

  Licking her lips, she shimmied to get out of her bra. Then he hooked his fingers in her panties and slid the garment all the way off.

  He stilled, looking her over, and knew she watched his expression. “You are such a hot dish, lady.” His hands shook. “I don’t know if I can do you justice.”

  “You better damn well try, Ace.”

  He let out a laugh and bent to capture one large, pink nipple. “Be quiet and let me work here.” He sucked her into his mouth with a loud sound.

  She arched up. “Oh! Yes!”

  And then he made love to her nipple. He kissed it and teased it, circled it and bit it. He shaped it with his lips and laved it flat with the full length of his tongue. He pinched it with his fingers and rolled it, then sucked it inside his mouth once more. She was luscious to the tongue, undulating and begging for more as he moved to take her other breast and give it everything he had bestowed on the other.

  “Britt!” She had her hands in his hair, her toned legs clamped around his waist. “Don’t stop. Oh, please.”

  “I know. I hate to leave. But I’ve got to get a condom.”

  She whimpered in a loud objection, but he’d been prepared for this. He’d put a whole damn dozen on the nightstand hours ago. If he could just reach one before he lost his control. “Hang on.”

  She made mewling little sounds as her wild eyes followed his moves. He couldn’t move fast enough for her because her hands went to his cock and balls. She was thumbing his slit, rolling his balls in her hand, before he could stop shaking enough to tear open the foil.

  “Darlin’.” He clamped a hand over hers. “Stop. I’ll explode, and I want to love you so that you never forget our first time.”

  As if his flesh were on fire, she lifted her hands.

  He snapped the latex on and hooked his hands up under her luscious thighs. “Okay, baby. Here I am.”

  ****

  Britt slid into her in one long, hot ram that took Viv’s breath away. He fit. Perfectly. Completely. So big. So thick. She arched, never having been so full, so possessed.

  Her hands groped for him.

  “It’s…Jesus. Better than I thought. I’m gonna give you all you want.” Then he withdrew.

  “Noooo.”

  And he drove inside her again, hard, deep, and fast. And held.

  Her body clutched him. Ecstasy had never felt like this. She gasped at the reality that this fierce eroticism was what she had missed. Even with her husband. This wild joining, this feral ecstasy was what she’d always craved. “Britt. Oh, how could you know I needed this?”

  He plunged into her once more. “One look—one. My heart knew.”

  Had he said that? Could she have a lover so tender? So poetic? And how could that be when he was a fighter, a warrior, the best of the best, a killer by training and profession and she adored him. She dug her fingernails into his arms. “Do that—”

  “Again?” He complied, and she arched. “And again?”

  She surged against him, humming like a bird. “Oh yes.”

  And again and again, and he rode her, her flesh flowing around him, the sound of her cream slapping as they strived for more each moment they melded.

  He hauled her closer, her thighs up over his forearms, her ass on his knees.

  “Beautiful,” he whispered to her, teeth bared. “You are gonna come here wild and long.”

  The only answer she had for him was a long crazy groan.

  He rode her like the wind. Like a tornado. His cock was so long, so damn wide that she felt he took every little piece of her and willed it to be his. He was so fast, so furious, that she thought he also took her mind and made it fly away with him.

  “Christ. You. Are. Good!” He growled and pounded into her.

  She cried out. “Takes one—”

  He moaned, ground down into her flesh with such strength that she thrust back, tears escaping from the corners of her eyes as she shouted and came in a frenetic rush.

  He hung over her, his cock slamming into her, his friction, his weight jamming her up the bed and making her mewl as aftershocks shook her whole body.

  He jerked once, twice, then she felt his cock twitch inside her. He startled, then dissolved over her, crushing her in those huge muscular arms she had longed to feel around her.

  He kissed her ear, his nose drifting down her throat. His big, warm hands left her back to define her ribs and caress the sides of her breasts. He lifted his head to look at her. His blue eyes were languid, heated, his mouth, swollen. “That was“

  “Beyond anything.” She’d told him so minutes ago, why not again and again? Being bold had benefits.

  His eyes narrowed. Glistened. “For me, too.”

  His honesty tore apart any remaining shred of her emotional propriety. She brushed her fingertips over his lips and whispered, “How can that be?”

  Bit by bit, his eyes widened. “Not sure. Don’t want to ignore the karma, though.”

  She reached up, sank her fingers in his thick satin hair, and kissed him, hot and hard. “Me, neither.” She smiled. Freer than she’d been in ever so long. As he pulled his cock from her core, she moaned, then put a fingertip to the hollow of his throat. “I have wanted to kiss you here since this morning in my kitchen.”

>   His fingers kneaded her waist. “Kiss anywhere you want, lady. I’m yours.”

  She beamed at him and pressed a hand to his pecs. “Roll to your back.”

  He did it in such a flash, she had to giggle.

  Arms above his head, he teased her with wiggling brows. “Come and get me.”

  She sat up and swung one leg over his. With tender hands, she caressed his chest. Then she bent and put her lips to that wonderful warm spot of his throat. “I feel like I want to crawl inside you,” she told him and rose to look at him with stunned eyes. “How can that be?”

  One hand delved into her hair and played with her waves while his darling blue gaze adored her. “Yin and yang.”

  “Two halves of the same whole.”

  “That fit together perfectly,” he whispered as he rose and sucked at the center of her lower lip.

  “Do you believe that?”

  “Never more than now.”

  Relieved and eager to show him she was adventurous, she smiled and planted little kisses all down his neck and his chest. Her hands drifted to his lax cock, still in the condom. Without a word, she began to roll it off him. Then she checked his gaze, his approval bright in his expression. She tied it off, dropped it to the night stand and then sank low over his body.

  Kissing her way around his hips, she noticed the hair here was as dark sable as that on his head and that he waxed his chest but not his thighs, and that, yes, indeed, his cock was appreciative of her admiration.

  She nuzzled him. “I love the way you smell. The cologne’s great, but beneath it, is you. You.” She gently lifted his shaft and kissed the tip. “I love your voice, too. Like sandpaper on my skin.” She stroked his testicles but went back to his cock and took the hardening helmet in her mouth. She sucked him and came away with a pop. “I like the way you dance. Smooth and sexy. Do you really like to dance or was that just“ She glanced up at him.

  “No faking anything with you.” He fixed his gaze on hers. “Ever.”

  She traced the slit of his head with her tongue and felt him shiver. “You like that?”