A SEAL's Courage (Military Match #1)(43)

She slid her hands around his rib cage and up his back, pressing so close her breath whispered over his mouth. “You.”

He smiled. “How?”

“You said I got to touch last time and it was your turn tonight.” She studied him for a moment before drawing a shuddering breath. “That’s what I want. For you to touch me this time. To use your fingers.”

His mind filled with the memory of that first night in her apartment, when she’d told him what she thought about when she masturbated. A groan worked its way out.

“God, you make my cock ache when you talk like that. Come on.” He brushed a kiss across her mouth, then took her hand and led her into the bedroom.

Once there, he crawled up on the bed and pulled her down with him, rolling her beneath him. She slid her hands up his back, but stared at him for a moment, eyes searching his. Like she had something on her mind.

He traced the shell of her ear, tucking a thick lock of hair. “What?”

“I have one request.”

“Okay.” Not only was she indulging his need to go slow, but she seemed to enjoy it. He had to give her this one.

“Take your shirt off?”

His gut tightened. The moment of truth. And he wasn’t any less nervous about this.

Her soft fingers caressed his cheek. Like somehow she knew, understood what he couldn’t bring himself to tell her. “I just want to see you, to touch you.”

He sighed. “You know it’s not you, right?”

She studied him for a moment, then sat upright, forcing him to move off her. As he rolled onto his back, she shifted onto her knees. He didn’t miss the way her hands trembled. His own were doing something very similar. She looked him right in the eye, though, as she gripped the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. One corner of her mouth lifted as she tossed it la-di-da style over the side of the bed.

“There.” She tugged on the end of his shirt. “Your turn. Unless you’d rather I take it off for you?”

That had merit, actually.

He pulled himself upright and shifted onto his knees, then held his arms out from his sides. “Be my guest.”

Heat flared in her eyes as she shuffled toward him. They were belly to belly now, the luscious aroma of her perfume floating around him, and her erratic breaths teased his lips. The first touch of her warm hands on his bare skin wrenched a groan out of him.

“You have the softest hands.” His eyes closed on a ragged exhalation. One touch and she had him on his knees, literally and figuratively. He couldn’t stop picturing those heavenly hands wrapped around his cock.

She stroked her palms upward, taking his shirt with them. Up his belly. Over his pecs. The quiet little hmmm she let out, like she took immense pleasure in doing only that, nearly undid him. “And you’re warm. God, this is so much better than the fantasy.”

He gritted his teeth until his jaw ached. Those words pulled all rational thought from his brain. God, how he ached to be inside her. To pin her beneath him and slide into her velvet heat. “You keep teasing me with stuff like that, doll, and I’m going to lose what little self-control I have.”

A soft, shuddering breath left her, and she dropped her forehead to his chest, a shiver running through her that set fire to his blood. “Touch me.”

He growled low in his throat and turned his head, raking his teeth over her earlobe. Then he leaned back and held her gaze. He started with her bra. It was sexy. Black lace. See-through cups that allowed him to see her nipples.

It was in the way. It hit the floor in seconds, and he couldn’t help himself. He cupped her in his hands, stroking his thumbs over her tightened nipples before he’d thought about what part of her he wanted to touch first.

The quiet moan she let out sent a wave of fire straight to his groin. He groaned and bent his head, sucking one puckered tip into his mouth. She moaned again, her fingers sliding along his scalp, encouraging him.

Blind with the need to feel her, all of her, against him, he shifted to lie on the bed, pulling her down with him. She laid along his length, her weight slight but welcome, and stared. Something moved between them, silent but aching, and the tension between them snapped. She braced her hands on his chest and pushed upright, straddling his hips like she knew exactly what to do.

For a moment all he could do was watch her. Beautiful. She was so fucking beautiful sitting over him like that. She had perky breasts, high and proud, nipples jutting up and outward. Her long dark hair was a curtain around her face as her trembling fingers moved to the button on his jeans.

He shackled her wrist, shaking his head as he rolled her over, then leaned down and claimed her mouth for a tender kiss. “My turn to touch, remember?”

Despite the erratic hammering of his heart, he forced himself to go slow. To enjoy the suppleness of her skin, that intoxicating scent clinging to her as he kissed and caressed his way down her body. He stopped to pay homage to each breast. Sucked on the tips. Kneaded them in his hands and lightly pinched her nipples. Once again she let out a quiet, agonized moan and slid her fingers along his scalp.

Then he kissed his way down her soft belly. When he reached her jeans, he peered up at her, asking the silent question. Was she sure?

She nodded, and his erection twitched in his jeans. If it were possible to be any more aroused…Jesus. He was shaking so much he fumbled over the button. Turned out she wore a matching pair of lace panties. They were pretty, but like the bra, they were in the way. They hit the floor along with her bra and jeans.