Page 52 of Under His Command

“No. It comes out when you’re happy, I swear.”

He caught her lower lip with his teeth and nipped it. “Then to help promote my future happiness, how about you go with Jules to the artsy events and save the fun stuff for me? I’m up for the ball games and a day spent sailing on the bay. Count me in for walks by the ocean, bike rides at sunset, and making out on the beach under the moon. And we’ll come up here to the club to play, often.”

A radiant smile graced her lips when he finished. “I like your idea of fun stuff. You’ve got a deal. Colt will be grateful; he hates that girly crap, too.”

“Any more reservations about moving in with me?”

“No, I can’t wait.”

“You’ll have to, at least until morning.” He sealed his mouth over hers in a slow, wet, bone-tingling kiss. When they were both needing air, he called a halt to it out of necessity. “The water’s getting cold. Let’s get you out before you turn into a shivering prune.”

Without waiting for a response, he stood with her in his arms, sheets of water pouring off them. He lifted her out then took his time drying every glorious inch of her, rubbing until her skin took on a warm rosy glow. She returned the favor, delighting in trailing her towel-covered hands over his body. She paused when she found the crescent-shaped scaron his right side justbeneath his ribs.

Tracing it with her fingertips, she asked, “What’s this from?”

“Shrapnel from an IED in Kabul.”

Her brows drew together, continuing her rubdown only after she’d brushed her lips in a tender caress over the site of the decade-old injury. Bypassing his midsection, she dropped to her knees to dry his feet and legs. It didn’t take long until she found another scar, this one from a car bomb in Kandahar that sent flying metal ripping into his thigh. One of his men had died that day, two others severely injured. It was a horrific memory that had no place in what he shared tonight with Cassie.

He would have drawn her to her feet, ending it, but she touched the jagged, ugly reminder and rubbed her flawless cheek over his damaged skin. Moved by her tender touch, he threaded his fingers through her damp hair, combing through it.

“You’re getting a battered old frogman in this deal. There’s a third on my shoulder in back.”

“I’m so glad you’re not over there anymore. I’d be sick with worry.” She looked up the length of his body, concern reflected in her beautiful blue eyes. “Please say you won’t ever have to go back.”

“We talked of this once before. Special forces are in demand, and someone—many someones, in fact—have to train new teams. It’s a high-risk career, the conditions harsh, the work grueling, so ten years is often all we get from a SEAL. With that in mind and the many conflicts around the world, the Navy values my role here just as much as those abroad. So, the answer is no, most likely. But I’m a Navy man, Cassie, and follow orders. If they call me, I have to go.”

“After twenty years, you could retire.” Her eyes narrowed as her voice turned firm with conviction. “You’ve done your fair share, Flynn. You’ve got the scars to prove it. Two decades is more than enough.”

His hand slid out of her hair to cup her cheek. Intense pleasure welled in his chest as she nuzzled his palm. “Such a tigress in defense of your man. I like it. Rest easy though. The chances of being reassigned to another team are very unlikely.”

She lowered her eyes and nodded. As she lifted the towel to pay attention to the parts in the middle she’d skipped, he had other ideas.

“Drop the towel, Cassie. I think your tongue will be sufficient to dry the rest.”

He didn’t have to ask twice. Terry cloth hit the floor, and she immediately began lapping at the droplets still beaded on his skin. Starting low on his right hip, she moved up to his lower abs. Her hands weren’t idle, sliding from the backs of his thighs up to his ass cheeks where her fingers curled and hung on. His cock jerked, demanding its due.

Like-minded, Flynn took himself in hand and gazed down at the beautiful submissive on her knees at his feet, her lips only inches away from where he wanted them most. Although she’d taken initiative in other ways, in this, she waited for his permission. Something he didn’t hesitate to give.

Rigid with wanting her, his fingers slid along her jaw, while he guided the head of his cock to her mouth. “This needs your attention the most.”

Hot and wet, her tongue came out and swirled around the tip. Then she tilted her head, and with her stunning eyes locked on his, dragged the flat of her tongue along the underside of his cock. It lengthened, his balls tightening at the sensation, and a knot of tension formed low in his gut.

“Suck me.” His order came out raspy.

Cassie opened wide and took him into her mouth.He didn’t even try to hold back his groan at the heat surrounding him as he slid along her tongue. Her lips closed around him and she worked him, sucking, her tongue swirling, occasionally taking him deep until he briefly felt the muscles in her throat. Then she pulled off, lapping at the sensitive head while she caught her breath.

Without breaking eye contact, she brought him to the brink, never once using her hands, which remained palms up on her thighs. It was one of the most erotic sights he’d ever seen.

“Damn, imp, you have the most incredible mouth.”

She withdrew with strong suction then without releasing him, reversed, and her lips slid down around the length of him. It felt phenomenal and was almost too much.

Flynn’s other hand threaded through her hair.

“Hold on to me.”

She obeyed, her hands curling around the backs of his thighs. He pumped his hips, fucking her mouth. He didn’t demand more than she could take, though moved at a rhythm challenging enough for her to understand who was in control.

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