A SEAL's Courage (Military Match #1)(44)

She was naked before him now, and he took a moment to drink her in. She was long and lean and so beautiful. He stroked his fingers over her hips, her thighs, enjoying the feel of her beneath his hands, that he could even touch her like this at all. The idea had been to use his hands to make her come, but her nakedness before him called to him like a siren’s song.

He finally gave in and sifted his fingers through the short curls at the apex of her thighs. Damned if he could help himself. “You don’t wax.”

“I’m sorry. Is it a turnoff?”

“No. Just the opposite.” It made his mouth water. It had been a long damn time since he’d been with a woman who took pride in her body exactly the way it was. Wendy had always insisted on a landing strip, as she called it. Hell, she’d even bedazzled the damn thing. Lauren’s neatly trimmed curls were arousing as hell.

Then and there he nixed the idea of touching. He didn’t want to touch. He wanted to taste. He wanted the flavor of her on his tongue.

When he shifted to lie on his belly between her thighs, Lauren reached down, attempting to pull him back up. “You don’t have to do that. You said touching.”

The unease in her voice had him jerking his head up. Lauren stared at the ceiling, her face flushed, body stiff as a two-by-four.

He stroked a hand over her belly. “Why does this make you uneasy?”

She shook her head. “Steph said most men don’t like to. You said touching tonight…”

He grunted in disgust. “That’s because Steph’s dating the wrong kinds of men. Some of us happen to enjoy it.” To prove his point, he leaned in and inhaled, drawing in her scent, then groaned. “God you smell good.”

She smelled like a woman. Clean. Musky.

He dipped his head again, this time stroking her sensitive folds with a long swipe of his tongue. Lauren let out a strangled gasp, her hips arching upward. That one tiny reaction fueled his need. Shaking now, he went in again, another long taste, pushing his tongue into her. She moaned softly, this one agonized. When he sucked her clit into his mouth, her body went limp, thighs dropping open as she finally relaxed into the bed.

Out the corner of his eye, he watched her fingers curl against the comforter again. “Oh God…”

That sound, soft and throaty and full of sweet agony, stoked the flame in his belly to a full-body burn, and he lost whatever control he had. He wanted her to come and hard. Over and over and over.

So he slid his hands beneath the firm globes of her ass and lifted her to his mouth. He reveled in the sweet taste of her. In the way her body responded to his ministrations. Lauren gasped and sighed, wonder in her breathy voice. Her belly and thighs began to shake and her hands clenched and unclenched around the comforter beneath her.

He knew she was close when her legs stiffened and she gripped his head, pulling him in tighter. She came with a gentle bucking of her hips, riding his mouth like she owned him.

Trent didn’t release her or let her up. He kept at her, licking and sucking, taking all she gave and demanding more. He couldn’t help himself. She was so fucking beautiful, back arched, body shaking like she’d lost all control of herself. To know he was the one who’d made her come undone like that? Jesus. He wanted to beat his damn chest. It was selfish to think, but the sight was addicting all the same.

When she finally collapsed back into the bed and closed her legs, he kissed her belly and shifted to lie down beside her. His erection throbbed painfully, and just the sensation of his shorts gliding against the engorged head, combined with her body heat against him, was almost too much. It had taken all his self-control not to come with her that last time. He had enough presence of mind to gather her to him, but all he could do for a moment was remember to drag in oxygen.

Lauren slid her hand up his chest, soft fingers sifting through the hair in the center, and purred like a contented cat. She tilted her head enough to meet his gaze, big brown eyes liquid and soft, and smiled. “Your turn.”





Chapter Eleven



Lauren slid over of Trent. Straddling his hips, she reached for the button on his jeans with trembling fingers. “I have to warn you, I’ve never done this before.”

She caught the words too late to suck them back. Of course he knew that. Because she’d told him exactly how inexperienced she was. But she was completely out of her element again and babbling.

She rolled her eyes and glanced up, ready to admit all of that to him, when his expression caught her. Trent lay glaring at the ceiling. “What?”

He turned that frown on her, his gaze searching her face. After a moment he let out a heavy sigh and jerked his back to the ceiling. “I’m glad you’ve never done this before, because I hate the thought of you doing it for anyone else.”

Her heartbeat hitched, one corner of her mouth lifting in response. This was just sex. Logically, she knew that. She wasn’t naive enough to think this would end in anything but heartbreak. Neither could she resist. She wanted the time she had with him, and his very evident jealousy made her chest swell. Deep down inside, it made her feel the tiniest bit like she was his.

She dropped her gaze to his belly and tugged the button of his jeans open. “It’s going to happen, you know. This is going to end, and we’re both going to see other people. That was part of the deal.”

In two seconds flat she found herself on her back. Trent pinned her to the bed with his hips, his erection pressing against her core. He bent his head to her throat, his voice low and gruff in her ear as he skimmed his mouth along her jaw. “But for the next two weeks, you’re mine. Don’t forget that part.”