Montana SEAL (Brotherhood Protectors #1)(30)
Hank climbed her body like a conquering hero and settled between her legs. “I can’t take it slow like I wanted.”
“I don’t want it slow,” she said. “I want you to f*ck me hard and fast. Make it hot and wicked. I want to feel every bit of you inside me.”
Hank sent a silent hallelujah to the heavens and slid into her. If he couldn’t have a tomorrow with Sadie, he’d capture the memory of tonight. He’d make sure it was branded into his mind where he would never forget. Like he could forget her. She’d haunted him since he left Montana. Sadie would be on his mind until the day he died.
9
Sadie lay back against the pillows, her core on fire, her body moving to the rhythm Hank set.
When he finally entered her, she drew her knees up, planting her heels into the mattress, pushing up to meet him thrust for thrust.
As her channel adjusted to his length and girth, he increased his speed until he pounded into her, his balls slapping her ass, the sound making her even hotter. This was where she wanted to be, and with the man who’d filled her dreams. No one else could ever equal Hank Patterson. He was the one she would never forget. As she lifted her hips to bring them even closer, she reveled in the way he filled her, making her complete—the half she’d been missing all those years.
His body grew rigid against her, and he drove into her one last time, all the way in, until he could go no further. Hank flung back his head and cried out, “Sadieee.” His cock throbbed inside her, pulsing, spilling his seed into the condom.
For a moment, Sadie wished they didn’t have a condom between them. In her mind, she could picture a miniature Hank running around the yard, yelling and laughing at the top of his lungs, loving life and filling hearts. What would it be like to carry Hank’s baby inside her? To feel it grow, kick and squirm until it finally arrived?
As the tension eased from Hank’s body, he lay down beside her and draped his hand over her belly.
When she started to turn toward him, he pressed his palm flat on her tummy. “Not yet. I want you to come, too.”
“You don’t have to—”
He parted her folds and slipped his finger between to stroke the nubbin of flesh swollen from need and desire.
Sadie’s breath lodged in her throat, and her pulse hammered through her veins.
“You were saying?” He leaned over and flicked the tip of her nipple with his tongue. “If you don’t like this, I can stop.” Hank tongued her nipple again, and rolled it between his teeth. “Although you taste exceptionally sweet.” While his tongue teased her breast, his finger dipped into her center and came out wet and dripping. He applied the moisture to her clit, and swirled around and around until Sadie gasped and raised her hips, urging him to continue.
His strokes quickened as he flicked and teased her clit until she couldn’t think past that magic finger doing what it did to make her insanely crazy for more.
Tingling began at her center and shot outward, the sensation so intense it made her cry out. She caught and held her breath, riding the wave of her orgasm to the very end. All the while, Hank swirled and stroked, the pace slowing as she drifted back to earth. When at last she drew in a breath, she released it on a joyful laugh. She rolled over to face him, warm, replete and so relaxed she didn’t think she could move from where she was. Nor did she want to. Hank was amazing. Even as a teen, he’d known exactly how to coax her body into a full, unadulterated orgasm.
Hank kissed the tip of her nose. “You’re amazing.”
Sadie chuckled. “I was thinking the same thing about you. I’d forgotten how good you were at taking me there.”
“Sweetheart, your body is like a fine instrument. You just needed the right artist to bring the music out.”
She cupped his cheek. “Did the navy teach you to be a poet?”
“You bring out the romantic in me.”
“I think it’s kind of sexy for a big, tattooed SEAL to say things like that.” She leaned closer, rubbing her breasts to his chest. “It makes me all wet and needy inside.”
“Oh, baby, you make me want to go for round two.” He sucked in a breath and let it out. “Give me a few minutes, and I’ll be up for it.” He rubbed his leg, wincing.
Sadie frowned. “I’m sorry.” She leaned back. “I got so caught up in what we were doing, I completely forgot about your injury.”
He grimaced. “It’s not something you want to mention in the middle of making love. And I really didn’t notice. I was kind of caught up in the moment.”
“You should have let me be on top.”
“I wouldn’t have changed a thing.”
Sadie shook her head and kissed his lips again. “Well, for round two, I get to take charge and be on top.” She pressed a finger against his lips. “No argument.”
He cupped her hand and moved her finger away. “Darlin’, I wasn’t going to argue. I was going to say you’re sexy when you get all forceful about your sexual positions.” He winked and pulled her into his arms.
Sadie rested her head on his bicep, and nuzzled her nose against his chest. He smelled of the outdoors and male musk, the combination heady and so very intoxicating. If she could have frozen the moment, she would have. Instead, she committed it to memory, the sight, scent and feel of Hank holding her so very close, skin against skin. Two hearts coming together as one.