A SEAL's Courage (Military Match #1)(42)

Her long lashes fluttered as she lifted her gaze to his. “Yeah?”

“You could’ve shown up in those flannel pajamas of yours.” He shook his head and, unable to resist, brushed his mouth over hers. She leaned into him, her soft lips slanting over his, and what started as a simple greeting quickly became hot and heavy. She wound her arms around his neck and pushed her breasts into his chest. Her tongue snaked into his mouth, bold as brass, and he was lost. In her.

When they finally parted, both were breathless. He let out a quiet, torture-filled laugh and dropped his forehead to hers. “You realize we’re never making it through dinner, right?”

Another flush rose into her cheeks. “I’m sorry. I know we’re supposed to take this slow, but I haven’t stopped thinking about you all day.”

There it was, that soft, uncertain side of her, the innocent virgin who called to something primal within him, who made him ache to protect her at all costs.

Christ. He was in a sinking ship and going down fast.

“Me either.” He nipped at her bottom lip. “Ask me how many hard-ons I’ve had to try to ignore today. It’s why I went for a run this morning. A cold shower wasn’t cutting it.”

She shivered again and closed her eyes. Her chest rose and fell at an increased pace, her erratic breaths puffing against his lips. “I thought about you last night.”

He groaned. He didn’t have to ask to know she was telling him she’d touched herself. Made herself come while thinking of him.

He stepped further into the house and shut the door behind him. Then he leaned back against the foyer wall, pulling her with him. “Tell me.”

Leaning on his chest now, she opened her eyes and caught his gaze. Hers filled with a heat that burned him up from the inside out. “I was lying in bed, thinking about Tuesday night. Watching you stroke your…cock.”

That word from her sweet mouth had said member trying to escape its confinement. He was pretty sure it was leaking already. Never in all the years he’d known her had he ever heard her use that word or anything like it. Not even that day he’d caught her and Mandy discussing penis size. Hearing it now was like dousing a fire with gasoline. She may as well have lit his damn fuse.

He closed his eyes, unable to stop the shudder that moved through him. Nor could he stop himself from asking. “You’re killing me, babe. And?”

Her breath whispered over his mouth. “And I ached. Found myself lying there, staring at the ceiling, rubbing my nipples. God, remembering the look on your face when you came made me so wet.”

He groaned, the vision filling his mind. Her on her bed, thighs spread, fingers flying over her slippery flesh. It didn’t help that he knew exactly what she looked like when she stroked herself to orgasm. “So you eased the ache.”

She leaned in closer, so that when she spoke, her lips moved against his, her voice so low he had to focus to hear her. “You made me lose my breath, Trent. And you weren’t even there.”

“Shit.” He dropped his head back, banging it against the wall behind him. “I know I asked, but please, for the love of my sanity, no more. Or I’m going to come in my damn jeans.”

She let out a quiet, breathy laugh and pushed off his chest. “Come on. Let’s go see about dinner. I cooked. We should at least attempt to eat.”

*



Trent set the last glass into the dishwasher and closed the door. Beside him, Lauren had gotten out the strawberries and was currently whipping some fresh cream to go with them. Frustration wound through him as he leaned back against the counter to watch her.

Sitting through dinner was a cross somewhere between heaven and hell. He enjoyed the simplicity of sitting with her and sharing a meal. She was a fantastic cook. She’d made pasta and garlic bread. Simple, but delicious because he knew damn well she’d made it all from scratch.

The tension between them he could’ve cut up and served for dessert. Sitting in her dining room making small talk had been painful. Neither of them had been able to focus much on anything but the after-dinner fun. She’d take a bite and ask about something inane, like his current project at work, then peek up at him between her lashes or set that damn fork in her mouth and pause, waiting for a response he wasn’t capable of giving her. He couldn’t think about anything but waiting to watch the steel tines drag between her lips as she pulled that fork from her mouth. He was hard all through dinner. By the time she pulled the wire whisk from the frothy cream, he was ready to bust through his zipper.

Lauren turned, seeming to head for the sink, tongue flicking out to swipe a bit of cream off the end of the whisk. At the sight of him, she froze, pulling her tongue back into her mouth. Eyes wide and filling with heat, she stood and stared.

Trent groaned, pulled the utensil from her hand and set it in the sink. Then he hooked her around the waist and tugged her against him. He slid his hands to her ass, allowed himself a moment to relish the firm, supple muscle. “If I have to watch you eat one more thing, I’ll go insane.”

A soft pink flush stained her cheeks as she dropped her gaze to his chest. “I was trying to take things slow.”

“I appreciate that.” He lifted a hand, caressing her cheek with the backs of his fingers. “But you’re killing me.”

She let out a quiet laugh.

“I’m putting you in charge tonight.” Unable to help himself, he stroked his thumb along her bottom lip. “What do you want, Lauren?”