A SEAL's Courage (Military Match #1)(54)

She nodded, brushed a kiss over his mouth, and rolled away from him, fumbling in the top drawer of her nightstand. Fingers closing around a foil packet, she rolled back to him and held out the condom. “I haven’t a clue what I’m doing, and I don’t want to wait for lessons…”

He grinned in the darkness and took the condom, quickly putting it on, then hooked her knee and pulled her leg over his hip. Once again his large, warm palm cupped her ass, pulling her to him as he arched upward, sliding deep inside her in one slow, slick thrust.

This time they both moaned, and he leaned his forehead against hers. “If I’m too rough…”

She pressed her leg into his buttocks, pulling him hard to her, and arched tightly against him.

“I’m not afraid, Trent.” She tilted her head, brushing kisses over his mouth. “Let go. I want you to let go.”

He claimed her mouth in a hard kiss and used his purchase on her ass to set the rhythm. She wrapped both arms around him and met his every thrust by pushing against him. How was it possible to need someone like this? Their lovemaking took on a desperate rhythm, bodies surging together, and every thrust lit her body on fire. Every nerve ending came alive all over again until she was panting and making sounds she didn’t know she could make. Desperate, pleasure-filled moans and sighs.

It wasn’t long before that sweet bubble burst inside of her again, and she was shuddering in his arms. Trent groaned low in her ear, following quickly, his body trembling against her as he came.

He let out his breath in a rush and dropped his forehead into her neck, his arm tightening around her. They lay that way for a moment, just their harsh breathing filling the silence. Finally he lifted his head, kissed her softly, and pulled away from her. “I’ll be right back.”

He left the room naked, returning a few minutes later, climbed in beside her, and drew her to him. She rested her head on his chest and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her so tight she couldn’t sure be where he ended and she began.

*



A week later she woke to bright sunlight pervading the room. Signs of life drifted in from outside. Kids laughing. Dogs barking. Cars starting.

Lauren opened her eyes to find Trent on his side, hand tucked beneath his pillow, watching her. The intensity in those cobalt eyes told her something heavy weighed on his mind, but he smiled all the same, soft and warm, and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. “Morning.”

“Morning.” She returned the smile, trying to pretend her heart didn’t clench.

She couldn’t have asked for a more perfect first time. Despite his making her promise to tell him if he got too rough, he’d been everything she’d always envisioned a man would be: tender, gentle, considerate. God, he had passion, too. Now she knew why he didn’t do one-night stands any more than she did. Because when he made love, he didn’t hold back. She didn’t get bits and parts of him. She got all of him.

She reached back into the nightstand drawer for a condom, then rolled him onto his back and straddled his hips. “I want you.”

Big warm hands skimmed her body, his breaths already coming hard and fast. He let out a quiet laugh. “I’m not sure I’ll ever get enough of you.”

Her heart swelled and ached at his tender admission. Their time together was slowly dwindling. They hadn’t talked about it. Rather, they seemed to be ignoring it completely. But it was there between them all the same, like a thick black cloud hanging over their heads.

“Me either.” She grinned at him as she slid down his body. Her trembling fingers fumbled to roll the condom down his length. Then she straddled him again and sank onto him, taking him inch by glorious inch. Yeah. This feeling. Him inside of her, body meshed with hers. She wasn’t sure she’d ever get enough of it, either.

“Closer.” He pulled her down to lie on him, chest to chest.

They made love slowly, rocking together, arms banded around each other, sharing the same breath. Never once did he look away, and she lost herself there, in the deep blue sea of his eyes. She was drowning in him, but she had no desire to be saved. He took her world and spun it beyond her imagination. Until there was nothing but him and the glorious pleasure he sent spiraling through her.

He rose to meet her as she sank down, and with every luscious thrust, the rhythm increased. Until they were pushing and shoving together. She couldn’t seem to take him deep enough, and the sounds of their frantic lovemaking filled the room, their bodies slapping together, the bed creaking. Her soft pants combined with his harsh breaths.

Her orgasm struck out of nowhere, luxurious and soft, but powerful all the same. Her eyes fluttered closed as the bliss racked her body. “Trent…”

He let out a deep groan, his hands gripping her ass tight to hold her still as he shook beneath her.

She collapsed on his chest, still trembling, and pressed her face into his neck, his scent filling her nostrils with every gasping breath. Trent kissed her head and held her tightly, but neither of them spoke.

When her breathing finally slowed, she shifted off him and sat up. Trent lay there for a minute before he rose from the bed. He touched her shoulder, then left the room, striding down the hallway. The bathroom door shut with a resounding click. Or maybe it was just her.

She was too aware that their time together was dwindling fast. She had one more week with him this way. When it was over, Trent would set her back in the friend zone, and she’d have to pretend seeing him didn’t make her heart ache. Didn’t make her want more with him or doubt herself as a woman. Once again, she’d be rejected and alone, and she had to pretend it wasn’t killing her. After all, she’d agreed to this. Could she even go back to treating him like only a friend?