A SEAL's Courage (Military Match #1)(49)

He was right, though. Damn him. It worked. Her nervousness was gone. Except now she was wet, and her clit throbbed. Well, two could play at that game.

Taking her cues from him, she ran the tips of her fingers around her nipples, idly circling them. His nostrils flared, and Trent drew a deep breath, his gaze glued to her fingers. So she cupped her breasts in her hands and massaged them the way he had. Glancing down his body, Lauren watched a distinctive bulge form behind his zipper.

She hoped he’d come back and finish what he’d started. Instead, Trent cocked his head to the side, studying her as if suddenly seeing her differently. After a moment, he nodded. “Touch yourself.”

Her heartbeat skipped. It took all of two seconds for her to realize what, exactly, he meant. “Surely you aren’t going to carve that.”

He returned to the sofa and dropped to his knees beside her. His gaze traveled her body, his hand following, caressing her curves. Over her belly. Down her hip. Along the front of her left thigh. “You’re beautiful, and your little display there inspired me. Close your eyes. What’s your favorite fantasy?”

Every inch of her tingled in response, her skin coming alive beneath his touch. The answer to his question was too easy. “You. Watching you stroke your cock.”

Oh yeah, she’d said that word on purpose. She’d noted his reaction the last time she’d said it, the surprised, hungry gleam in his eyes. If he planned to torture her, she’d get hers.

He groaned and leaned down, capturing her mouth, a luscious tangle of lips and tongues and softly biting teeth. Just enough to make her want. To make her arch her back, desperate for him to touch her again.

Like last time, though, Trent pulled back. “I had plans to bury my mouth between your thighs when I was done, but all right. Do this for me, and I’ll let you watch again.”

The thought made her clit pulse in delicious anticipation. Her hands wandered down her stomach, slipping into her drenched folds. She caressed her aching clit with the tip of a finger, enough to light her body on fire. To tease him. “Let me watch now.”

She hoped he’d cave. She should have known better.

While a bonfire lit in those gorgeous eyes, Trent turned his mouth to her ear, soft lips she knew damn well felt incredible between her thighs teasing her skin as he spoke. “Make yourself come, Lauren. I want to capture that, how fucking beautiful you are when you relax and let yourself go.”

The husky tone of his voice had her body liquefying and melting into the sofa cushions. She couldn’t deny him if she tried. Giving in, she nodded, and he brushed a soft kiss across her mouth.

“Thank you.” He pushed to his feet and returned to his bench.

Lauren closed her eyes and immersed herself in the fantasy. The memory of his hand on his stiff member. How long and beautiful he was. The sounds of his arousal. The scent of it that filled the air. Every image that flooded her mind took her back to that moment, and her fingers flew in a desperate rush for relief over her aroused flesh. Despite that she was naked, heat erupted along her skin. Her breathing increased, her blood roaring in her ears.

When she reached the part of the memory where he’d thrown his head back and growled as he came, her orgasm slammed into her. Her back arched, and she cried out, her hips bucking into her hand as intense pleasure flooded through her.

“Fuck.”

Trent’s quiet curse came seconds before his mouth settled over hers. His kiss was hard and desperate, his tongue restless in her mouth, demanding a response. When she was pliant and willing and lifting off the sofa to get more of him, he released her and leaned back.

Lauren opened her eyes. Trent knelt beside the sofa, his eyes heavy-lidded and burning through her, breaths as harsh and erratic as her own. The silent acknowledgment moved between them, and she nodded. He gripped her hands and tugged her to her feet, moving down the hallway to his bedroom with long determined strides.

He halted at the foot of his bed and gripped her face in his hands, his mouth coming down on hers, hot and hungry. For a brief moment it became all about that luscious tangle of lips and tongues. Lauren wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing herself as close as she could and rubbing her nipples against his chest for the sweet friction.

Just as suddenly as he’d kissed her, Trent released her. He reached back over his shoulder and yanked off his T-shirt, dropping it to the floor at his feet. She helped him out of his jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them, then sinking into a crouch as she pulled them down his legs.

He stepped out of them, leaving them wadded on the floor, and pulled her onto the bed with him. He stared at her as she lay on his chest, eyes full of fire. “Straddle me.”

His hoarse demand sent a wave of heat straight through her. She nodded, braced her hands on his chest, and pushed upright. Thighs on either side of him now, her core settled over the length of his erection as she sat back on his hips.

“Just like this.” His large, warm hands slid up her thighs to cup her ass, his hips rocking beneath her, showing her what he wanted. His thick erection slid along her slippery cleft, nudging her now-super-sensitive clit.

Lauren moaned, her eyes closing. Her thighs trembled as pleasure erupted through her. “Oh God, that’s good.”

Trent swore under his breath, his fingers digging into her hips as he set a hard and fast rhythm. She thrust against him in turn, grinding and sliding along his length. The sounds of their pleasure filled the room. His harsh breathing. The quiet moans she couldn’t have contained if she tried. Their bodies surged together, pushing against each other, desperate for relief from the fire they’d created in each other.