A SEAL's Courage (Military Match #1)(48)

True to her generous nature, she gave him a tender smile and stroked his cheek. “You’re welcome. Being human is allowed, you know.”

He gripped her face in his hands, telling her everything he couldn’t find the words to say by sealing his mouth over hers. He kissed her harder than he probably should have, but she flat-out fucking amazed him, and he could think of only one way to show her.

When they finally parted, they were both breathless. Determined to make it up to her, he squirted a generous amount of soap in his hands, rubbed them together, and went about washing her. Over her shoulders and down her arms. Over her belly and hips and around to her ass. He paid particular attention to her breasts, massaging them in his palms, stroking her tightened nipples.

Then he turned her to face the opposite direction, pulled her back against him, and slid his hand between her thighs. With one hand on a breast, playing with her nipple, he slipped his fingers of the other hand into her hot folds.

She let out a blissful sigh and dropped her head back on his shoulder, already shivering. He bent his head to her neck, kissing her throat, her shoulder, any part of her he could reach, all the while stroking her swollen clit. Every caress had her going more and more limp against him, until she was shaking and panting and pushing against the press of his fingers.

When she finally erupted, she let out a soft cry that simultaneously filled his soul and made him want to beat his chest. Her knees buckled, and he gripped her waist hard, supporting her as he continued to caress her, desperate to make the pleasure last as long as he could for her.

She finally went limp against him and let out a breathless laugh, her hand gripping his hard. “God. Thank you.”

He chuckled and kissed her cheek. “Just returning the favor. You want to know why I want to carve you? Because you amaze me. Spend the day with me. We’ll go over to my place, and you can lie naked on my sofa while I carve you. Then maybe you’ll be lunch.”

She shivered. “I like that idea. Can you do it all in one day?”

“I doubt it. But I can probably get your general shape down. I’d like to take pictures, too, if that’s all right.”

She twisted at the waist, peering over her shoulder at him. One dark brow arched in bemusement. “You want naked pictures of me.”

He chuckled. “To use as a guide after you go home. Unless you want to sit naked on my sofa until I’m finished?”

Mischief glinted in her eyes. “If you promise to make me come like that again when you’re done, I’d sit there a whole damn week.”

He brushed his mouth over hers. “Then it’s a date.”





Chapter Twelve



Posing in the nude had to be the most erotic thing she’d ever done. Also the most nerve-racking. An hour later, Lauren stood naked as the day she was born in the center of Trent’s living room. Her nerves were shot. Every limb shook.

After drying each other off and getting dressed, they’d finished breakfast before making their way to his apartment on the other side of town. Upon arriving at his place, he’d set up his workbench, which sat on the far-right wall of the living room, and laid a flat, three-foot-by-five-foot piece of wood on the surface. Then he’d asked her to undress.

He now studied her with intense scrutiny, as if she were a work of art. She supposed she was to him at this moment, but his gaze seemed to penetrate, made her skin tingle and her stomach do somersaults. Undressing in front of him when they were intimate, distracted by his wandering hands and heady kisses, was one thing. Watching him dissect her bits and parts was another entirely.

She twisted her hands together. “Where do you want me?”

His gaze finally refocused on hers. Those blue eyes searched her face for a moment before he crossed the space between them, hooked her around the waist, and pulled her close.

“Don’t be nervous. It’s just me.” He caressed the back of his fingers along her cheek and inclined his head, indicating behind her. “Lie down on the sofa and get comfortable. I’ve turned the heat up a bit, but if you get cold or you just need a break, let me know, okay?”

She nodded, and he brushed his mouth over hers, then released her and stepped back. She tried to do as he asked, to find a position that made her feel sexy, but all she felt was awkward and way too aware of her every imperfection. “Like this?”

“Relax, doll.” He dropped to his knees beside her and bent his head to her breast, enveloping the puckered tip in the warmth of his mouth.

Pleasure flooded over the surface of her skin and Lauren gasped, arching her back. Seeming to know exactly what she wanted and needed, he cupped her in his palm, massaging and kneading and suckling. In seconds flat, he had her shivering, her thighs spreading, the ache in her core building to unbearable proportions.

What she wanted—needed—was his fingers back between her thighs, stroking and exploring…

She shifted her restless legs over the sofa, tried to arch her hips to make some sort of contact. “Touch me. Please.”

Trent pulled away instead, sat back on his heels and scanned her body.

“Much better.” He tapped her lips with his index finger. “Now don’t move.”

Then he rose to his feet and returned to his workbench.

She sagged into the cushions and playfully glared at his back. “Tease.”

He chuckled and picked up a tool, then twisted at the waist, peering back at her with that intense, focused gaze. “Seriously. Stay just like that. I promise I’ll make it up to you, but I wanted you to relax.”