A SEAL's Courage (Military Match #1)(47)

“And you’re not.” She shivered, her hands trembling as she slid them down his chest and belly to the button on his jeans. One tug and she had them open. A flick of her wrist and the zipper went with it. When she slid her hand inside, warm, soft fingers curling around his erection, he cursed under his breath.

He dropped his head back and closed his eyes. “Have mercy, doll.”

Just as quickly, she pulled away and took his hand instead. He opened his eyes in time for her to tug him away from the counter.

He shook his head. “Lauren…breakfast…”

“Will wait.” She shot a coy smile over her shoulder, and for a moment he could only follow in stunned silence as she led him down the hallway into the bathroom. Once there, she released his hand and moved to the shower to start the water.

Then she faced him, that smoky gaze pinned on his as she slid the robe from her shoulders, where it pooled at her feet. She let him look a moment before crossing the small space with a seductive sashay of her hips. Apparently taking no prisoners, she didn’t wait for him to finish undressing, but gripped the waistband of his jeans and boxers, taking them with her as she knelt at his feet.

When she peered up at him, he nearly came. Lauren Hayes was kneeling at his damn feet, eye to eye, as it were, with his throbbing erection. It didn’t help that she leaned in and drew her tongue up his length.

When she pushed to her feet again, he growled low in his throat and hooked her around the waist, tugging her against him. Her naked body hit his, trapping his aching cock against the lush softness of her belly, but he managed to somehow hold on to himself and instead nipped at her bottom lip. “Tease. You sure are feeling your oats this morning.”

Lauren froze, that sassiness fading. Her eyes widened in uncertainty. “When I woke without you this morning, I decided to come find you and drag you back to bed.”

He dropped his forehead to hers. She slayed him. She honestly did. In two seconds flat, she had him on his knees at her feet. “I’m sorry. I just needed a little time to myself this morning.”

Her warm palm settled against his chest. “You didn’t sleep well.”

He drew and released a heavy breath. “Same damn dream. It’s like waking up in the hospital that first time all over again. I’m always disoriented, and then there you were. I’m not sure I can tell you how much I needed you this morning.”

She sifted her fingers through the hair on his chest, voice low, soothing, understanding. “I wouldn’t have stopped you. I would’ve welcomed it.”

His head rocked against hers. “I couldn’t have been gentle with you. Not then.”

He’d ached to roll on top of her and sink into her, to surround himself in everything about her. Her musky, flowery perfume, her silky heat, her soft bare curves. But it would have been hard and fast and brutal. He wouldn’t have been able to restrain himself. His need right then had been too great. One touch from her always seemed to right his world again, and he’d needed to immerse himself in her.

To fuck her until he stopped feeling like he was coming apart at the seams, because in her arms he was beginning to feel…whole again.

“I won’t use you that way.”

“You’re too much of a gentleman for your own good, Trent.” She pressed a kiss to his chest, then stepped back and took his hand, turning to the shower. “Come on. I have just the thing for you.”

He stepped out of his jeans and boxers, leaving them on the floor, and she pulled him into the shower with her, then shut the glass doors. She pushed him back beneath the warm spray, and for a moment, stood looking at him. She made him feel transparent, and what she saw didn’t seem to scare her a damn bit.

Lauren leaned over, picking up a bottle of body wash he was sure would make him smell like a woman all day, and squirted some onto her palm. She rubbed her hands together, then spread the soap over his chest, down his belly. He stood, caught in her eyes, watching her, enjoying the simple glide of her soft hands over him. When she slid those soapy fingers around his length, his knees nearly buckled from under him.

“Fuck.” He squeezed his eyes shut, his blood roaring in his ears, his entire body trembling.

She pressed her breasts into his chest, her whisper-soft breaths teasing his lips. “What do you need?”

He clenched his jaw until he was sure his teeth would crack. “You.”

“That’s not what I asked.” She leaned closer, her voice an intimate whisper as she leaned her mouth to his ear. “Let me help. Tell me what you need.”

The tenderness in her voice sapped the last of his reserves. He braced his hands on the shower wall behind her and dropped his forehead onto her shoulder. “Hard and fast. Don’t be gentle.”

Her slippery hands began to move then. Lauren didn’t pull any punches, either, but did exactly as he’d asked—tightened her grip and pumped her hand. She leaned her cheek against his head, her voice a vulnerable, tender murmur in his ear. She was panting as hard as he was. “Like this?”

All he could do was grunt in acknowledgment, because her hands hadn’t stopped moving. His orgasm slammed into him from out of nowhere, and he came with a low growl that felt torn from deep within.

When it ended, he could only stand for a moment, dragging in oxygen. He leaned his forehead against hers. “Thank you.”