A SEAL's Courage (Military Match #1)(52)

By the time he’d jogged up the front walk and made it onto the porch, Lauren had the front door unlocked and was pushing it open. Striding up behind her, he grabbed her around the waist, sweeping her inside and shoving the door closed with his foot.

She squealed, then let out a giggle that made his heart pound with a giddy sense of euphoria. He was already shaking, his desire so keen he wasn’t sure he’d actually make it to the sex.

Fuck. It had been too damn long since he’d felt this…free. And it was all her fault.

He yanked her against him and sealed his mouth over hers. Her happy giggling became a quiet moan that set his blood on fire. Lauren plastered her lithe body against his, pushing her breasts into his chest, and reached down. When she popped the button free on his jeans, he groaned into her mouth.

The energy between them exploded. Piece by piece, clothing got ripped off and tossed aside, littering the floor as they made their way to the bedroom. He lost his shirt on their way past the sofa. She lost her bra outside the hallway bathroom. His jeans made it all the way to the bedroom doorway before she sank to her knees and yanked them down.

Once over the threshold to the room, she released his mouth and backed away enough to peel her panties off—a lovely red satin pair. After stepping out of them, she pressed along his length and claimed his mouth again. She was beautiful like this, sure of herself, taking what she wanted. Just that much, the luscious slide of her warm, satiny skin against his, nearly made him lose what little control he had.

It didn’t help that her hands were doing exactly what his were—roaming. Over his chest. Down his abdomen. She slipped them beneath the waistband of his shorts, pushing them down his thighs. The fabric barely hit the floor before she was wrapping herself around him again.

Another groan ripped out of him. God, she felt good. Her taut nipples rubbed his chest with her every subtle movement. Her hands were warm, her skin smooth and creamy. His aching erection became caught against the softness of her belly. It was all he could do not to grab her waist and rub himself all over her, for the glorious freedom of his cock sliding against her warm, satiny skin.

He needed to be inside her more, though, and tumbled her to the bed, settling himself over her. Her quiet demand this afternoon had cracked his shell. He needed this. To feel her body beneath him and to bury himself so damn deep inside her he might never see the light of day again.

What he needed the most…was to be a part of her and, in turn, to make her a part of him. The intensity of that need scared the living shit out of him, but he couldn’t deny it either.

All sense of play faded as he settled between her thighs. Lauren stared up at him, her body trembling beneath him, big brown eyes liquid and tender. He stroked the hair back off her face, enjoying the simplicity of its softness sifting through his fingers. He needed to take this slow. Lauren was a virgin, and if he sank deep, he’d hurt her.

She slid her hands up his back, thighs bending to cradle his hips. “You’re shaking.”

“Because I need you.” He brushed a kiss across her mouth and moved off her long enough to retrieve the condom from his pants pocket. After putting it on, he settled himself over her again. His nerves got the best of him then. His stomach twisted. “There’s no easy way about this, doll.”

“Then don’t think about it.” Lauren claimed his mouth, slid her hands down his back to his cup his ass, and arched against him. He slid home in one slick, deliciously slow thrust, her body wrapping around him like a warm, wet glove.

Lauren winced and squeezed her eyes shut, trembling beneath him for all the wrong reasons. A sick sensation rolled through his stomach. Fuck he hated this. Sex wasn’t supposed to cause pain. Damn it.

“I’m sorry. I promise it’ll get better from here on out.” Desperate to make up for hurting her, he rained kisses over her cheeks, her nose, her mouth. “Open your eyes, doll. Look at me.”

She did as he asked, but instead of tenderness or need, her eyes searched his in apprehension.

So as he moved slowly within her, he leaned on an elbow, using one hand to caress any part of her he could reach. Down her side and over her hip. Her breast and nipple. All the while watching her eyes and hoping his touches would slowly ease her anxiety.

“Touch me.” He brushed a tender kiss across her mouth. “Forget the pain and touch me.”

Her eyes searched his, still full of too much nervousness, body still a little too stiff beneath him. “Where?”

“Wherever you want.” He sipped at her mouth, determined to make that fear—because that’s exactly what it was—leave her eyes. “Nothing’s changed. It’s still just me. Focus on me.”

She nodded, her hands finally beginning to move over him. Up his back to his shoulders. Back down to cup his ass. The more she touched, the more she relaxed beneath him.

“That’s it.” Every muscle in his body tensed with the effort it took to go slow. She was so hot and so fucking tight. If he moved any quicker, he wouldn’t last. He reached down and pulled one leg over his hip, changing the angle and easing in deeper. “Move with me.”

Lauren nodded and rolled her hips, thrusting against him. Her pelvis glided against his, and she moaned, this one full of pleasure. Her eyes rolled back and closed. “Oh, that’s nice.”

He let out a breathless laugh. His ego wanted “phenomenal” and “unbelievable” and “sex God,” but that one small sound was a salve on his soul. The knots in his shoulders finally unraveled. That sound meant she’d begun to enjoy herself.