Page 62 of SEAL by Fate

“Are you okay?” he whispered.

“Yes. No. I mean…I’m on fire.”

He began a rhythm that had her writhing under him. Their bodies fit so perfectly as if they were built to make love—built to be one.

All worry and stress floated to the background of her mind as she was overtaken by a fierce longing. Their hearts beat in unison. She clung to him tightly. She pressed her hips higher, demanding that he go faster. He followed her lead and pounded her fast and hard. She sunk her nails deep into his back and squeezed her thighs around his hips, burying the heels of her feet into his buttocks. Not sure what came over her, but she rode the wild waves.

His pants became heavy.

Sweat soaked their bodies, making them slick and slippery. He grabbed her ankles and lifted them high and he continued to drive deep inside her. He was so deep, touching virgin parts of her. She cried out, clinging to his shoulders, until she gave him a push. He dropped back onto the bed and she crawled over him, grabbing his shaft as she came down on his large cock, riding him like a wild cowgirl racing against the wind. He stretched her, his hands on her back, massaging her muscles. Her heart was beating so fast that her ear drums throbbed. “Yes! Yes!”

He shuddered and a satisfied moan slipped from his lips.

She fell to his moist chest, not caring about anything but the post-orgasmic high.

They lay there a long time, silence a pleasing blanket.

He’d breached all her safety zones. What would become of them after all this was done? Could she possibly think of life without him?

The chirp of his phone from the nightstand was a harsh interruption. He reached over and read the screen, his jaw tightening.

When he laid his phone back down, she asked, “Work? Is it about my sister?”

“Sorry, no. I’ll need to go in.” He kissed her fully on the mouth, then slid from the cocoon of the bed.

At a cross between disappointment and excitement, she reminded herself that he had a job to do. He needed to find her sister. She couldn’t rely on him to comfort her.

He didn’t have any modesty as he moved to the dresser and pulled out boxers and jeans. He had every reason to not be self-conscious.

When he looked at her, she didn’t bother hiding the fact that she’d been admiring him. After all, she’d gotten to know his body well over the last few days.

“Will you be okay?” he asked.

“I’ll be fine. I have Lola to keep me company.” At the mention of her name, the dog perked her ears, but didn’t bother lifting her head. “I think she must miss her family. She seems depressed.”

“I think she’s just lazy.” He laughed.

“Either way, I think we should do everything we can to find her people.” Lifting herself up on her elbow, she watched Gray take his gun from the safety box.

“We will. When this is all over. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“That seemed half-hearted.”

“It’s just that…” She couldn’t seem to work the words around her tongue.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” He came to sit next to her on the bed.

“How can you forget that I was involved with Duncan?” She looked up at him through the veil of her lashes. “I feel sickened by that fact.”

“You didn’t know, Stormy.”

“No, I didn’t, but if you had known he and I…well, that we were involved, you wouldn’t have wanted to get close to me. Would you?”

He swiped a hand over his head. Stress lines appeared around his eyes. “I can’t answer that. We are where we are and I’m not complaining.”

“Your friends, Jamison and Cowboy, don’t like me. They see me as the enemy.”

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