Page 86 of Cowboy SEAL Homecoming

“Because you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

She rolled her eyes. “I know I’m inexperienced, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know a line when I hear one.”

“Not a line,” he returned, shaking his head as he leveraged himself over her. “Absolutely…” He kissed between her breasts. “The most beautiful thing…” He kissed lower and lower. “I have ever seen.” He stroked his fingers across the waistband of her underwear, watching her eyes flutter closed. He planted a kiss there too, underneath her belly button, felt her stomach jump.

She was heaven. She was everything he’d forgotten existed. He had to be careful, rein all this in and give her what she needed first.

He glanced up at her and she’d opened her eyes, was watching him intently. He could read both the nerves and the certainty on her face. Nerves she was determined to force back or overcome. And that was just Becca.

He couldn’t take away her nerves, but he could give her something she’d never have cause to regret.

He inched her underwear down, using his fingertips to trail over as much soft, fragrant skin as he could. He followed each new exposed centimeter of skin with his mouth. Kissing, nibbling, tasting. Wanting to build the anticipation so tight, so hard that neither of them would be able to stand under the weight of it for very long.

He finally got the underwear completely off her, and then he spread her legs wide even though she tensed a little bit. But it was only for a second or two, and then she relaxed.

He kissed up one impossibly smooth leg, dancing his fingers across the other until mouth and fingers met at her center. He paused for a second because the noises she was making were about enough to send him over the edge.

His pants were far too tight, and his body was vibrating with the desperate need to sink inside her. Claim her, take her. It’d been so long, and she was everything he wanted. But he held himself back and touched her instead. The glide of his finger against her nearly made him moan, she was so hot and ready.

So he slid his finger inside of her, the tight heat. He tried not to think too hard about sliding there himself. The way she would feel against the impossible hardness of his erection.

It was too much, so he touched her with his mouth, his tongue.

She jerked at the friction of his tongue, so he moved his arms around her thighs and held her in place as he lost himself in the taste of her body.

She whimpered and moved against him, pressing harder and deeper, and it was such a powerful moment to know he was the only one to have done this for her. To bring her to this edge. She shattered on his mouth with a low, keening moan into the quiet night around them.

She went completely still as he unwound his arms from her legs and scooted up into a more comfortable position next to her. She was blinking up at the sky, the flashlight beaming straight on her breasts.

“So,” she said on an exhale. “That was a thing.”

He laughed, falling to his back, looking up at the stars himself. “You crack me up, Becca.”

“Isn’t that a bad thing? Sex shouldn’t be funny.”

“Sex should be everything. Funny and good and sweet and hot. It should be all of those things mixed together.” Which he’d never thought about before, not really, but of course he’d never thought much about sex before. He’d just done it.

This was so much more than simple release, but he didn’t want to dwell too much on that when he was trying to calm his breathing, the thick pulse of need in his cock.

She turned on her side and smiled at him, all wide-eyed and pretty and irresistible. “I like that. Sex can actually have all of those things?”

“Trust me.”

Her smile widened and her eyes held that mischievous twinkle. “That sounds like a very important mission,” she said with mock seriousness.

He reached out and ruffled a hand through her hair. He could tell she was flushed, but the cold air hadn’t reached them yet. She was…something truly special.

Which he couldn’t think about too much, or he might be tempted to think about feelings, and…well, things he wasn’t quite ready to ponder.

Then she rolled onto him, eyes gleaming with mischief. “Well, we better get to it, soldier.”

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Becca had never expected sex to be fun. She thought it would be a very serious affair, but she kept making Alex laugh, and he kept making her laugh in return. It was fun and it was nice, and she eagerly attacked his pants as though they had done her some personal affront. Which they kind of had, because they were hiding the rest of him, and she desperately wanted to see it. Feel it.

She carefully pulled down his zipper and gave a little tug at his jeans. He lifted himself up so she could pull them off. Even under the weird flashlight lamp, she could see the way he jutted forward. It was amazing how hard a man could be. Amazing that was supposed to fit inside of her.

Something she wasn’t quite ready to contemplate yet. Even as it scared her though, she wanted it. She wanted everything about this experience. Even if it hurt. Even if it was imperfect. It would still be perfect. Alex was…

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