Page 49 of Trapped with the Covert Ops Soldier

She did the same, her gaze taking in his wonderfully defined muscles and impressive cock. She licked her lips. “Delicious.”

He grinned as he climbed on the bed and over her. “You don’t make it easy to resist, do you?” He made a space between her thighs and took a nipple into his mouth again.

After a few strong pulls, she tugged on his hair. “How do you want me?”

“Wet.”

“I’m so there.”

He laughed, a deep rumbling sound that turned her on as much as his touch did. He put his hands on her hips and flipped her onto her stomach, then pulled her up to her knees, putting her ass in the air.

She caught her breath as his hands stroked over both cheeks, then delved between.

“Hot, wet, and ready.”

“Only for you.” Damn, she shouldn’t have said that. It gave away too much, betrayed an emotional intimacy that was beyond comfortable.

He paused for a fraction of a second, then circled her clit with a finger as he leaned over her to whisper in her ear, “Only for you.”

His cock slid over the entrance to her body, then pressed inside. Two strokes later he was seated to the root. She felt every...single...inch.

Shivering, she groaned out, “God, you feel huge.”

He stroked out then in. “And you feel tight, hot, and very wet.” He put one hand on the bed next to hers while the other tormented her nipples. His thrusts sped up, lengthened, and she couldn’t keep her pleasure quiet.

“More, give me more.”

He responded by speeding up and thrusting harder, hitting every pleasure nerve ending she had. She began to shake as nirvana wound tighter and tighter in the pit of her belly.

He left her breasts to flick her clit, and her orgasm sprang loose. It wound around her, dragging her down into a pool of heat that made her shake, shiver, and moan.

Smitty sped up, thrusting hard, then groaned out her name as he came. He slowly bent over to rest his forehead on her back. He kissed his way up to her neck and whispered, “Doc, you’re something else.”

Her knees gave out on her and she lay on the bed with her eyes closed, feeling more relaxed than she could remember for a long time. “I’m wore out, that’s what I am.”

“Damn, and here I thought we could do this all night.”

“In your dreams, soldier.”

“You feature in them nightly.” His voice was relaxed and teasing. She liked hearing him sound like that.

“Do I?”

“Yeah, since we met.”

“Smitty, I wore a uniform and body armor most of the time. You could hardly tell if I was male or female when I was geared up.”

“Sweetheart, there’s no hiding your sexy wiggle when you walk or your I’ll-take-you-to-heaven smile.”

He’d wanted her for longer than she thought. “Why wait so long to say or do anything?”

“Because a combat situation is no place to be initiating anything more than a one-night-stand.”

“This isn’t a combat situation?”

He shook his head. “I’d have come regardless of the circumstances.”

She rolled over and petted his chest with one hand. “I used to watch you, too. You move like a big cat, graceful and dangerous.”

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