A SEAL's Courage (Military Match #1)(53)

So he bent his head to her neck, suckling any part of her he could reach. “Want to know what you feel like for me?”

He rocked against her, pushing in deeper, and she moaned again, this one tortured and full of sweet agony. “Y-yes.”

“Hot. You’re hot, doll. And so fucking tight.” Another thrust as they rocked against each other pulled a deep groan out of him. A ripple of pleasure moved through him, and his control slipped another notch. “You feel incredible.”

Slowly but surely she relaxed, no longer nervous but rising to meet him with an ever-increasing tempo. With every thrust, she urged him on with soft moans of “Oh God” and “Sooo good.”

“Fuck.” He dropped his head into the crook of her shoulder, losing himself in…her. Her soft scent, her body beneath him, around him. Her pleasure was the ultimate turn-on. Every sigh and moan only ramped up the need burning through him like wildfire. Like he was a kid all over again, with no ability to control himself.

No. If he was going, he was taking her with him.

He rolled onto his back, pulling her on top of him, and pushed her legs flat. Then he slid his hands to her ass, gripping her tight, and thrust up into her, showing her what he wanted. This position would be better for her.

“Circles, doll.” He lifted his head, nipped, licked, and kissed her neck, her shoulders, her jaw. “Roll your hips. Grind against me.”

He showed her a few times what he meant, causing her clit to rub his pelvis and him to slide inside her in slow, delicious increments. She went limp on top of him, dropped her forehead onto his shoulder, and moaned into his throat.

He turned his head, murmuring into her hair, “Let it go. Come with me, Lauren. Come with me.”

The moan she let out next sounded torn from deep within her and filled his whole being until there was nothing but her. With every thrust, she rolled her hips, panting and mewling into his throat, and with every one, he pushed deeper, moving faster. The need to somehow fuse with her pounded around inside his chest.

She let out a quiet, indrawn gasp, and her hips gained a jerky rhythm, her inner muscles clamping around him with the start of her orgasm. Trent lost his hold on what little self-control he’d ever had and came, blinding and hot. All he could do was hold on to her as she took his careful world and spun it beyond his imagination.

When the spasms ended, Lauren dropped onto his chest, body limp, breathing as jagged as his. She slid her hands beneath him, hugging him hard, and pressed her face into his neck.

“Don’t let go.” Her voice came as a bare murmur into his throat, filled with a vulnerability that pulled at the deepest part of him. “Please don’t let go. Not yet.”

“I won’t.” Trent wrapped his arms around her in turn and hugged her just as hard, his chest aching. How the hell could he ever let her go after this?





Chapter Thirteen



Lauren woke several hours later to soft lips nuzzling her earlobe and a large, calloused palm sliding into the curls between her thighs. Trent lay against her side, his skin lusciously warm. His erection lay hot and hard against her hip, and just that fast, moisture gathered between her thighs. She didn’t bother to open her eyes but moaned softly and reached out blindly to touch him. Upon finding his soft belly, she caressed down, curling her fingers around his length, and stroked him gently.

He groaned low in his throat and nipped at her shoulder. “Are you sore?”

The husky rumble of his voice sent a wave of heat bursting along her skin. Despite his question, his deft fingers caressed her, sliding over sensitive skin. When the tip of his finger caressed her clit, fire erupted through her. She was a bit sore, as she’d been told she might be after her first time. She’d secretly hoped Trent would be right, that she’d be so turned on it wouldn’t hurt the first time. When it had, she’d become overwhelmed. Feeling pain in a moment that was supposed to be all about pleasure had left her floundering. Uncertain.

Trent had calmed it all. So despite her soreness, she couldn’t resist the need he sent burning through her.

She slid her hand over his, pressing him more firmly into her. “Don’t stop.”

He groaned low in her ear, his lips moving over her. Skimming her jaw. Nipping at her shoulder. Sending showers of sparks erupting over the surface of her skin.

“I wanted to let you sleep, thought you might be too sore, but…” He arched his hips, his impressive length sliding against her palm, and groaned again. “God, I want you.”

She stroked him slowly, all the while rocking her hips into his hand. “I am, but…” His fingers caressed her again, and the rest of her sentence died on a strangled gasp.

One touch and every nerve ending came alive as he swept her up in a world of sensation: the huff of his erratic breathing in her ear, his long fingers buried inside of her, stroking all the right places, building the need to breathtaking heights. Faster than she thought possible, her orgasm burst through her, luxurious and bone-melting.

When the spasms finally slowed to aftershocks, she gave a luxurious stretch and rolled toward him. He was little more than a shadow in the darkness, but that intense gaze burned into her.

He slid a warm palm over the curve of her hip, gripped her ass, and rocked his erection into the softness of her belly. Then he groaned, this time a sound of misery and need, and caught her bottom lip between his teeth. “Condom.”