Accidental Shield (Marriage Mistake #6)(84)

She slides up, planting her knees on the bed, one straddling each side of my hips. My hands just move, arching to her sweet ass, pulling her lower so we’re joined together.

I suck in a sharp breath. It’s as sweet as it is pure torture, having her pussy so close to the zone, separated by nothing but a few thin layers of fabric.

“Val, fuck,” I growl.

“I want you, Flint,” she says again, capturing my mouth with hers, holding herself up with her hands on my shoulders. “I want you to help me forget again.”

A feral groan shakes the back of my throat. It’s so damn on. No backing out.

I want it just as bad as she does, breaking the kiss so I can tell her.

“Gonna fuck you through the floor, honey.” Those words hiss through my teeth like scalding steam.

Her eyes ignite like gold discs. Bright, shimmering, full of life.

“You want me that bad?” she whimpers, running her hips on mine, teasing me with red-hot friction.

I answer with an upward thrust. Her whole body quivers as my cock slides against her clit through the fabric.

“That answer your question?” I do it again, no sooner than the words are out of my mouth. “Or should I be clearer?”

“Oh. My. God.” She lets out a half laugh, half raspy moan. “Can we? Now?”

I grasp the hem of her dress with both hands and pull up, clawing at it like a wild animal, yanking it over her head. Once it’s off, I throw it across the room. She’s not gonna need it for a good, long while.

“Yeah, honey. Right the fuck now.”

I mean it, too.

Especially when I see her bra, this lacy, pink little thing with a tiny plastic catch. I reach up, rubbing each nipple through it.

She moans real sweet for me again, closing her eyes as she bucks against my hands. Another slurred whimper comes out of her. Pure rocket fuel for my lust.

“Ohhh, that’s good,” she whispers.

I pull her forward, growling, shoving her bra down and taking one puckered nipple in my mouth. I swear to everything unholy, I could devour her. I could spend days worshipping this body, imprinting every square inch of her on my tongue.

“Oh, Flint,” she whines again. “So good.”

“Not half as good as these,” I tell her, unhooking the clasp, freeing her supple tits to hang down in front of my face, begging to be roughed up.

She drops her shoulders so the straps slide down her arms. That’s my cue to pull her forward so I can take another virgin nipple in my mouth, melting her with every lick.

My tongue goes to work, teasing the nub, rolling the nipple on her other tit between my thumb and finger. Her pussy just gets hotter, hovering over my cock.

I know she’ll be absolutely soaked.

A thought that makes me growl again, tugging her soft little bud between my teeth, lashing it with my tongue like there’s no tomorrow.

Her pussy grinds on, harder against my length, deepening this friction that’s so intense it could rival Hell Week’s torture. I think I’d rather go through ten more rounds of SEAL training than spend another minute without being buried in her to the hilt.

Fuck, this feels good. Feels right. So I suck her nipples, thrashing my cock against her, over and over, until I can’t take much more.

Her little whimpers turn into loud groans. Her thighs start to tremble.

Another minute, and I’m sure I’ll have her coming through her panties—and what a fucking waste that would be.

“Last chance to say goodbye,” I snarl, sliding a hand between us, feeling the slick heat through her lace, shoving my greedy fingers in through the side. “These are coming the hell off,” I tell her.

No joke. My cock throbs like a war drum, wanting to replace my fingers like mad.

Another shrill whine slips out of her, and she clutches at my shoulders, peeling away my last shred of self-control. I tug aside her lace so fast it nearly rips and toss her panties across the room, stroking her pussy folds, shoving my fingers deep inside her, and finding the spot on her wall that’s ground zero for carnal delight.

The place guaranteed to make her scream.

Yes, the rumors are true. SEALs don’t fuck around, even when we’re literally fucking around.

Val shudders slightly as my fingers slide in, quickening their pace. She lets out a husky groan.

“Yeah, fuck, yeah. Give it up,” I tell her. “Give it all.”

Her next moan comes louder. Wilder. All rock and roll folded into honey, then poured down my ears.

My cock jerks, imagining how she’ll sound when I bring her home.

It thrills me. Same with the way she closes her eyes and throws back her head, so fucking sexy it’s a wonder I don’t lose my mind right there.

But I won’t.

We’ve been building up to this for so long, I want it to last.

Our sex is meant to be volcanic, smoldering groans and convulsing limbs and screaming hellfire finishes.

“Val, fuck...you’re gonna kill me.”

There. I admit it.

I find her clit, press my thumb against it, loving how her hair just tosses down across her shoulders.

Another sugary whine spills out of her. Her pussy muscles clench around my fingers, and her hips flick at my hand, hungry for release.

Her pleasure makes me feel like a king, knowing I’m the giver, and she’s barely even scratched the surface.