Finding Carly (SEAL Team Hawaii #5)(78)

“I’m on the pill,” she informed him.

“Yeah, I know. I’ve seen them in the bathroom.”

When he didn’t say anything else, Carly said hesitantly, “We don’t have to use condoms if you don’t want to. I’m clean, haven’t been with anyone since Shawn, and you better believe I got myself tested when I broke up with him, just to be sure.” She knew she was babbling but couldn’t make herself stop. “So, I can’t get pregnant. Well, I mean, there’s always a chance, the pill isn’t one hundred percent effective, but it’s also not the right time of the month for me anyway. If you’re not comfortable with that, we can use a condom.” She forced herself to shut up.

Jag took a deep breath. His pupils were dilated and he looked as if he was one second away from throwing her on the bed and having his way with her…which Carly was more than all right with. “I’ve never… She always put a condom on me before…you know.”

Carly nodded and smoothed her hands over his chest.

“It always felt as if she thought I was dirty,” he admitted.

“You aren’t,” Carly reassured him gently. “And for the record, I’ve never made love to a man without a condom. It would be a first for us both.”

At that, Jag relaxed a fraction. “Sex without protection can be messy for a woman,” he said quietly.

Carly figured he’d learned that from the porn movies the bitch had forced him to watch. She pushed down her anger at the thought. This wasn’t the time for that. She smiled at Jag. “I’m not worried.”

In response, Jag’s hands went to the hem of the blouse she’d put on after showering. It was pale green and had a deep V-neck. It showed off her cleavage and made Carly feel sexy. Slowly, she raised her arms over her head, making it easier for him to remove the garment.

She arched her back a bit as she stood in front of him—and loved the look of lust that flickered over his face as he drank her in. Carly was on the shorter side, but she’d always had curves. She’d filled out even more after moving in with Jag and starting to eat well again. Her boobs were more than a handful…and she couldn’t wait for Jag to touch her.

“Can I take off my bra?” she asked, not wanting to do anything that might make him think about her.

Jag licked his lips and nodded. He hadn’t taken his eyes off her chest. Reaching behind her, Carly undid the clasp and let her bra fall to the floor. It felt naughty to be half-naked in front of him when he was still fully dressed, but it also felt right.

His hands rose and slowly covered her breasts, squeezing slightly. Carly sighed and arched her back even more, pressing herself into him.

“Fuck,” Jag whispered, closing his eyes briefly. “You feel amazing.”

He smoothed his hands down her body, fingers slipping under the leggings she’d chosen because they were easy to remove. He met her eyes then, and what Carly saw made her squirm. She could barely see the brown she’d grown to love because of his dilated pupils. He was breathing hard through his nose and the calluses on his hands felt deliciously rough against the skin at her hips.

He ever so slowly pushed her leggings and underwear down her legs. She kicked them both off when they fell to her ankles. She was now completely naked in front of him…and it felt so erotic. A little scary too, but in a good way.

“You’re so beautiful,” Jag said reverently as he fell to his knees in front of her. “Spread your legs, Carly.”

She did as he ordered without hesitation. This somewhat bossy lover was very different from the almost broken man she’d seen the other night. She much preferred Jag this way.

His palms massaged up and down her thighs, his gaze locked on her pussy. Carly didn’t know what to do with her hands, afraid to trigger him, so she kept them at her sides. Jag’s fingers moved higher and higher with each pass, and she held her breath, praying he’d touch her.

“You’re wet,” he said softly as he continued to simply stare.

“Yes.”

“You like this?” he asked.

Carly nodded.

He stared up at her. “Why? I haven’t even touched you.”

“Because you’re just so…I’ve never…” Carly was having trouble putting her thoughts into words. “I like it when you take control.”

“Me too,” Jag said with satisfaction and a hint of relief. “You want me to touch you?”

“Please.”

“You smell amazing,” he sighed, instead of doing what she wanted. He leaned forward and inhaled sharply. “Like ambrosia and cherries.”

Carly had no idea what the hell ambrosia smelled like, but she wasn’t going to ask.

Jag moved closer and brushed his nose against her closely cropped pubic hair. She gasped in anticipation and swayed.

His hands were there immediately, holding onto her hips, steadying her.

She felt his tongue against her hip bone…then against her wet folds. She spread her legs even farther, needing him.

But Jag didn’t continue his exploration. He stood. Voice almost guttural, he said, “Lie back on the bed, feet flat on the mattress, knees out.”

Carly shivered. Holy fuck, he was hot like this. She hurried to obey. The second she was in position, he climbed onto the mattress without taking off his clothes. Her belly clenched. For a second, she wondered if there was something wrong with her for getting off on being so vulnerable for him. He definitely held the power right now. Not taking off his shirt or pants, ordering her into position…it all made his control over her more than clear.