A SEAL's Courage (Military Match #1)(37)

They’d been standing there for some time, holding each other, a comfortable silence between them. Trent, however, hadn’t quite relaxed. His body was tense and his hands continually moved, skimming along her waist, fingers dipping beneath the hem of her shirt to stroke her skin. More than once he’d kissed her neck, her shoulder, brushed her earlobe with his nose.

That was as far as he’d taken it though. Clearly he wanted more as much as she did.

She stroked her hands along his arms, the leather of his jacket soft beneath her fingers. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“Why are we here? I assumed when you showed up at the shop that we’d…” She shook her head, letting the words flit away on the soft breeze. God, it seemed so stupid now.

He turned his head, skimming his lips along the side of her neck. “Thought maybe if we came out here, you wouldn’t be so tempting.”

The husky rumble of his voice against her skin lit a blaze in the pit of her stomach. “May I ask why?”

“Because we’re supposed to be taking it slow.” He released a heavy sigh and rested his chin on her shoulder again. “I know we both have to work early in the morning, but I couldn’t resist. I had to see you.”

She slid her hand along his arm, threading her fingers with his. “We can do everything but, correct?”

“That’s the idea, yes.”

She twisted at the waist to peer over her shoulder at him. “Then take me home.”

Hunger flared in his eyes, and he let out a groan, this one tormented and filled with need. “You know, the fact that I can’t resist you is going to get me into trouble one day soon.”

He brushed his mouth over hers, then took her hand and pivoted, leading her back to where he’d parked his bike in the lot.

She had to hand it to him. He drove carefully, going the speed limit and concentrating on the road. She wasn’t sure she’d have been quite so calm. At least he was until they reached her place. The door barely closed behind them before he pressed her back against the foyer wall. His mouth came down hard on hers, his kiss restless and urgent. His hands went everywhere. Stroking up her sides and skimming her breasts, then sliding back down to cup her ass and pull her hard against him. If at all possible, his erection was thicker and harder than it had been at the park.

When he finally pulled away, he was breathing as hard as she was. He caught her gaze for a split second, then took her hand and led her to the bedroom at the back of the house. Once there, he climbed onto the bed and pulled her down with him.

Draped over his chest now, hands caught between them, Lauren peered at him. He let out a deep groan, his hands sliding down to cup her ass, holding her to him for a moment. Then he lifted his head, kissing her softly.

“Same rules as last time.” He narrowed his eyes, though one corner of his mouth hitched, contradicting the fierceness of the look. “That means no touching, you.”

She might have laughed, but his words caught her, and she shook her head, brow furrowing with her frustration. “That means you don’t get anything out of this. I’m not okay with that.”

The memory filled her mind of the last time they were together, and a full-body shudder moved through her. Her breath left her mouth on a shaky exhalation, her core throbbing.

She leaned down, murmuring against his lips, “God, that was incredible. Getting to see your pleasure.”

Hunger filled his eyes. He lifted his head, skimming his lips along the skin exposed by the neckline of her top. “That’s an idea, you know, as an alternative.”

She didn’t have to ask to understand what he meant. The image—a longtime fantasy—filled her mind, and a heated shiver moved through her. Fire licked along every last nerve ending, and perspiration broke out along her skin, the room suddenly sweltering. A quiet moan escaped. God, if she wasn’t wet already at the thought.

“Yes.” She nipped at his bottom lip.

Laughter rumbled out of him. “What, no protest?”

She shook her head. “You have no idea.”

“For me, too.” He nipped at her bottom lip, then lifted her and rolled her over, holding himself up on his elbows. “The rules will have to change a bit. I’d imagine it won’t be very comfortable for you in those jeans, and there’s no way for me to stroke myself without you getting an eyeful.”

She squirmed beneath him and waggled her brows at him. “I’m okay with that.”

He closed his eyes and dropped his forehead to her shoulder. “You’re killing me here, you know.”

“I’m sorry. I’m just teasing. I’m nervous. I’ve never…” She shook her head, letting the words trail off into the silence. Heat rose up her neck, flooding her face. Here she was, admitting she was a naive virgin. Surely that had to be the biggest turnoff ever.

He lifted his head, brushing a tender kiss across her mouth. “Me either.”

“You and Wendy never?”

“No. Wasn’t her thing.” He shrugged and kissed her again, this one softer, slower, eventually melting into a luscious tangle of lips and tongues. Her hands slid up his back, as if to somehow gather him closer, fire rushing over her skin.

Time seemed to pass in eons. There was only him, simply the luscious scent of him and the heady flavor of his mouth and the delicious weight of him pressing her into the mattress. If there was a heaven, it was here in his arms. God, he was a good kisser.