Page 55 of SEAL by Fate

If she went to him, she could feel his hands on her body. Feel his slick skin. Sweaty and bulging. Her inner thighs trembled in desperation.

Hannah had said he was a catch. A great guy. Had Stormy really needed another woman to tell her how special Gray was? No. She’d gathered as much the moment she’d realized he’d carried her unconscious body up a slope for a half mile. Men of honor were the only ones who did heroic things like that for strangers.

Leaning against the cool glass of the window, she blinked back the tears filling her eyes. She could hear his heavy footsteps as he made his way past her bedroom, pausing at her door. Would he knock? Would he demand an explanation? And then his steps continued down the hall.

Going into the adjoining bathroom, she pulled off her shirt and jeans, leaving them in a heap on the floor, and made her way to the bed where she crawled between the cold, lonely sheets.

She was crazy. That’s all this could be. Stormy could be in Gray’s arms and, instead, here she was alone in a king size bed.

Fluffing her pillow, she dropped her head into it, but she had a restless energy that not even the five-hundred-count sheets could dismiss.

Her breathing was heavy as she lowered her hand to cup her warm, moist mound, wishing her own fingers could relieve some of the yearning between her thighs, but nothing matched the desire for Gray. Awareness prickled down her spine. He was probably in his own bed by now. Was he thinking of her? Wanting her?

She closed her eyes and sighed. Lord help her, where do they go from here?

Opening her eyes, she stared into the darkness. Watching the light from the clock swirl around the ceiling. Could she forget everything? Just make love with Gray and allow life to unfold and reap the erotic benefits. She was bound to him by some unexpected force that before he walked, rather rolled, into her life she would have never thought possible.

The man was a stranger though.

But she knew him. Deeply. All the way into the center of her bones.

Would she be betraying Duncan?

How could she betray a man she never really loved? Never really knew. A man who never really loved her.

Her heart raced with the knowledge that she was falling for Gray. “This is crazy,” she whispered. She was lying here alone, and for the first time, she knew where she belonged.

A warm flush rushed from her roots to her toes and her nipples tingled. She had to be brave. She had to make a choice that would change her life.

*

Gray heard her before he saw her. He’d left his door open, maybe hoping she’d change her mind and come to him. Now here she was. Sunlight in the darkness.

He reached over, switched on the lamp and his breath caught in his chest. She was breathtakingly beautiful. A dream to a poor man’s eyes. She wore a see-through white, wispy gown that not only fit her perfectly but accentuated every feminine curve. She looked like an angel. The fabric hugged her breasts, displaying them to his advantage, making his mouth water. The cut of the bodice swathed her slender waist and flared hips then draped into a skirt that reached a seductive part of her lush hips. The gown was a flawless combination of seduction and modesty. Made to shred a man’s insides. He couldn’t speak and, for what seemed like an eternity, she stood there, her hands clasped tightly together as if she were pleading. Didn’t she realize she’d never have to plead for anything because he wanted to give her everything.

“I want to be close, Gray,” she whispered. Her eyes dazzled like precious gems. “I tried to stay away. I really did, but this is where I should be tonight.”

“Because the connection between us could move a mountain, sweetheart. Can’t prevent something that impressive.”

Her nipples were in full bloom, pressing the delicate material, beckoning him. She took a step forward, placing her fingers on his bare shoulder and in a sultry voice, she said, “I want us to make love.”

He stared, suspended as if he were a cloud above his body.

Closing his eyes, he tried to control the rush of temptation rolling through him. He needed to slow down before he lost himself, and he’d never lost himself with anyone or anything.

Her fingers touched his lips and he opened his eyes.

“If you don’t want this I’ll understand.” She took a step back, but he caught her hand, stilling her. Their gazes connecting with the velocity of a runaway train.

Several seconds ticked by and he gently dragged her down to the bed, covering her with the sheet. A nervous smile played at the corners of her mouth when she realized he was naked. A look of hunger overtook her amazing features as she stared up at him, raw emotion on her delicate features as she tucked that plump bottom lip between her teeth. He could practically see the chains break—one by one by slippery one.

He braced his hand at the back of her neck, teasing the flesh with figure eights. He might hate himself later, but right now, he needed her, or he was going to explode into a million pieces. Lowering his hand along the curve of her waist, from flared hip to her silken thigh, he found the hem of the gown and dragged it up and over her voluptuous, firm breasts.

Her nipples were thick and utterly amazing. Intoxicating. Mesmerizing. Made for his lips.

She leaned in and kissed his cheek, his jaw, and lower to his neck. He felt the tip of her tongue graze his skin and he hissed, like a tire losing air. That was him losing all hope that he’d get out of this unscathed. He became incensed with the need to take her fast and hard. To bury himself deep in her sweet, luscious body, but he needed to slow down, way down.

He lowered his mouth and kissed her, running his lips along the plush line of her lips and tasting her sweetness. When he lifted his head, looking down at the honied feminine lines of her face and the voluptuous pout of pearl pink lips still moist from his kiss, his stomach flip-flopped. “Stormy…”

“It’s okay, Gray. Sometimes we should let go and let things happen.” She lowered her hands to his chest.

He kissed her lightly on the lips. Every taste of her was like a sample of ice cream on a hot day. Where had she been all his life?

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