Finding Kenna (SEAL Team Hawaii #3)(77)

Kenna watched quietly as he made quick work of removing the last bits of hair he could with the scissors. Then he grabbed a can of shaving cream and slathered it on his face, his movements quick and economical. He picked up a razor and asked, “You want to do the honors again?”

Kenna’s eyes widened in horror. “No,” she said emphatically.

Marshall chuckled, then got to work shaving off the rest of the facial hair he’d grown in the last six weeks.

The thought of wielding a razor anywhere near his face made Kenna shudder, but she watched in fascination as he quickly did what he’d likely done thousands of times in his life. She snuggled up behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist as she watched him in the mirror.

When he took a break to rinse the razor, she grinned and slid her hands under his T-shirt.

His gaze immediately met hers in the mirror. Even with his face half covered in shaving cream—which should’ve looked ridiculous—Kenna was turned on. He was a beautiful man.

Her fingers roamed upward until she reached his nipples, which she began to play with. Pinching and flicking. They immediately hardened, and Kenna couldn’t help but press closer to his back.

“You want me to finish this?” he asked.

She grinned. “Yes.”

“Then you’re going to have to move your hands.”

Move her hands? She could do that.

Slowly, she ran her palms down his flat belly and left them resting just above his waistline. He made a few more swipes with the razor before she made her next move.

Marshall wore a pair of gray sweatpants, which should be illegal. Well-endowed men wearing sweatpants were a turn-on for most straight women, but the sight of her man, in his sweatpants, made Kenna want to throw them all away so no one else could see what was hers.

The thought wasn’t even startling. Marshall was hers—just as she was his.

She quickly slipped her hands under the elastic waistband and got her first feel of his cock.

It was half erect already, but as soon as she touched him, he hardened, lengthening in her hand as she tightened her grip around him.

“Fuck,” Marshall groaned when she caressed him.

He tolerated her touch for another moment before leaning forward and aggressively shaving the rest of his beard off. He was much rougher than Kenna would’ve dreamed of being, and she’d opened her mouth to tell him to be careful just as he threw the razor into the sink. He reached over, grabbed a towel and swiped it over his face, removing the remnants of shaving cream before throwing the towel onto the counter.

He pulled Kenna’s hands out of his pants before turning. She had a split second to admire his clean-shaven face—much happier, now that he looked more like the Marshall she remembered—before his lips landed on hers.

Then all she could think of was trying to get even closer to her man.

She tilted her head and hitched a leg up as they kissed. Marshall spun them both, lifting her in the process, and Kenna found herself sitting on the counter. He didn’t stop kissing her as he shoved her legs wider and stepped between them. With a hand on her ass, he pulled her to the edge of the counter, so his cock was pressed right where she wanted it most.

Their kiss was messy and uncoordinated, and the hottest thing she’d ever experienced. His hands went to the hem of her shirt and he took his mouth off hers just long enough to say, “Arms up.”

Kenna didn’t even think about protesting. She was one hundred percent in for whatever he had planned…as long as it ended up with them both naked. Her ponytail holder came out as he whipped her shirt over her head, but Kenna barely noticed. Her hands went to the back of his head as he leaned over to suck on the mounds of her breasts plumped over the top of her bra.

His hands were busy at her waist, unbuttoning and unzipping her shorts. He glanced up at her and ordered, “Lift your hips so I can get these off.”

“Yes,” she said, licking her lips. She knew she was wet, she could feel how damp her panties had gotten. She reached for his sweats after kicking off her shorts, but he brushed her hands away and palmed her ass once more. He didn’t hesitate to crouch and put his mouth right over her soaking-wet panties.

“Holy shit!” Kenna exclaimed as she bucked in his grip.

“I need you. Need to taste you. I was cheated out of getting to feel you come on my tongue six weeks ago, and I’m done fucking waiting,” he said, more to himself than her, before roughly pulling the gusset of her panties aside and lowered his head once more.

Kenna had been with men who’d gone down on her, but no one had shown nearly as much enthusiasm as Marshall.

It was all she could do to remain on the counter as he ate her out as if he were starving for her taste. His tongue licked the length of her slit, then he flicked her clit, making her jerk in his grip.

“Easy,” he murmured. “Reach down and hold your underwear out of my way,” he said.

“Bossy,” Kenna complained, but she didn’t hesitate to move one of her hands down between her legs. “You know this would be easier if you took my underwear off,” she informed him.

“Can’t wait,” he said, before he was once more licking and sucking at her soaking-wet folds.

Now that he had both hands free, he held her firmly against his face and drove Kenna out of her mind. He sucked, nipped, licked, and it wasn’t long until she felt herself on the verge of coming.