A SEAL's Courage (Military Match #1)(39)
“Very. It’s hot and slippery and swollen.” Every stroke of her fingers sent pleasure rippling through her, each wave stronger than the last. She was super sensitive, her body’s reaction to him amped up by a thousand. “God, I want you.”
“Let it go, doll. I’m honestly not sure how long I can hold off.” He groaned and swore under his breath, his head banging back against the headboard. The tendons in his neck strained, his features taut with a mixture of arousal and torment. “This is torture, you know. Not getting to touch you. You got to touch last week. Saturday it’s my turn.”
His bold declaration only seemed to amp up the energy between them. They weren’t even touching, yet they seemed to fuel each other. Every stroke of his hand, every time his breathing hitched and bliss traveled across his features, the ache deep inside increased to unbearable proportions. The faster she caressed herself, the faster his hand moved beneath his shorts.
Until the sounds of their need filled the silence. His harsh, erratic breathing. The quiet moans she couldn’t contain. Her fingers flying over her slick flesh. The subtle creak of the springs as the bed rocked beneath them.
Pleasure built on top of pleasure, sending her rushing toward orgasm. Until she was gasping and panting, her hips bucking into the press of her fingers as her body sought relief for the desperate ache he’d created.
Her orgasm slammed into her out of nowhere. Muscles tightened and loosened as the bubble inside of her burst, flooding her every cell and leaving her gasping and breathless and feeling as if she were coming apart at the seams.
Trent let out a long groan that sounded torn from his chest, and she had the presence of mind to turn her head in time to watch his eyes slam shut. He’d thrown his head back against the headboard, and his mouth hung open in bliss. His hand had stopped moving, fingers cupped around the head of his penis, neatly capturing his seed, his belly quivering as he came. Just watching him had another orgasm washing through her, softer this time but no less euphoric.
Trent sank back against the headboard, chest heaving. “Jesus Christ.”
As the throbbing faded to tiny aftershocks, Lauren could only lie there and try to remember to breathe. That he wasn’t curling around her like last time made her chest tighten. Logically she understood it was because he needed to clean up, but it didn’t make her feel any less open and exposed, like her protective outer shell had been ripped off to reveal a soft underbelly.
Last time they’d clung to each other. Now they were too separate. The lack of his body against her made Trent suddenly feel entirely too far away.
Seeming to understand something was off, he tilted her face to his and pressed a tender kiss to her lips. “I need to clean up. I’ll be right back, okay?”
She nodded and watched as he left the room before turning to stare up at the ceiling. She was stupidly close to tears she couldn’t begin to understand. All she knew was that vulnerability had a firm hold on her chest and wouldn’t let go.
Trent returned a couple minutes later. He flicked the light off, then pulled down the covers and climbed onto the bed. He waited until she scooted beneath the covers herself; then he turned her onto her side. It wasn’t until he curled against her back and tucked his hand beneath her body, holding her tightly against him, that the tension finally eased.
How in the world was she going to handle things when the month ended and they went back to being just friends? When he wouldn’t hold her like this ever again?
He pressed his face into the back of her neck. “You’re too quiet, doll. I can feel your tension. Talk to me.”
“I…” She shook her head, unable to explain the tangle in her chest, then finally decided on simple. “Will you stay?”
“I’ll stay. Though for the record, I would’ve only left if you’d asked me to.”
She rolled onto her back so that she could look into his face, unable to hide her surprise. “Last time you said you couldn’t handle us sleeping together.”
He lifted a hand, stroking his fingers down her cheek, the touch tender and sweet. She closed her eyes, unable to help leaning her face into his palm. Conflicting emotions clutched at her chest. Warmth and affection, fear and a sense of bliss and safety. Oh, for sure she was losing her heart when this month ended because she was already falling in love with him.
“I know. I sent you home last week, and I hated it. It felt so wrong. I told you, I’m not that guy. I don’t have to be at the shop until eight, so I’ll have plenty of time to go home and shower. Just wake me when you get up.” When she nodded, he kissed her gently, then closed his eyes. “Then it’s settled. Sleep, doll. I’m not going anywhere.”
Chapter Ten
Trent punched the doorbell, then leaned his hands on the frame, drumming his fingers on the wood. He hadn’t slept worth a damn last night. Or the last two nights before that. He was tired and keyed up and the ghosts of his past wouldn’t let him be. Carving hadn’t helped. So he’d given up any pretense of productivity and had come to talk to Will and Skylar. What he sorely needed this morning was a dose of Will’s sanity.
Despite being wealthy enough to buy an expansive home, Will and Sky owned a modest place overlooking Lake Washington. Three bedrooms, with a yard big enough for the dog they were always saying they’d get someday and a jungle gym for the kids they’d adopt. It was small and quaint and only a few miles from their parents’ place.