Page 87 of Cowboy SEAL Homecoming

No one would be a better first. No man could possibly be a better start.

Or finish.

She shook the thought away and placed her palm against the thick line of his erection. He groaned, pleasure chasing over his face. He pushed up against her hand and then seemed to think better of it and relaxed.

She took a deep breath, steeling herself. “Tell me if I do something wrong, okay?”

“I don’t think you can do anything wrong.”

Which was something of a comfort even if she didn’t quite believe it. She rubbed her hand over him again and again, testing the weight of him, the length.

It was all so much. So overwhelming and yet an irresistible kind of overwhelming. The kind she wanted to dive headlong into, even if it was crazy. And all this was crazy.

She tugged off his boxers and though she couldn’t quite make out all of him in the light of the flashlight, she could make out enough to know that he was impressive and so very hard.

She found that she wanted to give what he had given her. But she wasn’t quite sure how.

“Before you get any grand ideas, why don’t you just get that box of condoms?” he said, seeming to read her thoughts.

“They were in the first coat pocket,” she said, looking around the back of the truck for the coat she’d been wearing.

Alex found it first and rummaged around until he found the box. He pulled out a foil package and tore it from the row. He opened it easily as though he had plenty of practice—and he probably had.

She didn’t want to think about that. She didn’t want to think about another woman touching his beautiful body or feeling this way about him. Because all that mattered in this moment was him and her together. She was sure of it.

“On your back, sweetheart.”

She gladly complied even as nerves fluttered from her toes to her temples. She liked how easy he made it for her to know what she was supposed to do. She wasn’t a fan of being told what to do in any other arena, but when she didn’t know what to do, it was pretty comforting.

She lay on her back and watched with complete and utter fascination as he rolled the condom on his erection. He was so beautiful, like one of those old statues. Perfectly carved. Art. Miraculous.

His gaze met hers in the dark, and it was perplexed maybe. Worried definitely.

“It’s probably going to hurt a little bit,” he murmured, positioning himself between her legs.

“I know,” she said, brushing her hands down his shoulders and arms. She forced herself to smile against the battle of nerves. “It’ll be all right.”

“I’ll make sure of it,” he said, firmly and full of certainty.

How could she not believe him?

This was really truly, honestly going to happen, and even though she was shaking with all the unknowns, she was ready. She was needy. She was going to have sex with him, and she knew he would do everything in his power to make this experience something really important and special to her. That was a feeling beyond measure.

He kissed her slowly, sweetly, taking his time tasting her mouth. She wrapped her arms around his neck and let herself be drugged by this tender moment. When she felt the tip of him at her entrance, she did everything in her power to remain relaxed and calm. This was all very natural after all. People had done it and survived since the beginning of time.

Besides, people and time didn’t matter. She wanted it and him. She was here because of that and that alone.

He moved inside of her. A slow, uncomfortable burn. It was definitely not magical in and of itself, but the act was so intimate—and though the pleasure wasn’t immediate, it was amazing to be here with him in this way. It was amazing to feel him slowly enter her and become a part of her. It was amazing to feel herself slowly begin to accept him more easily.

He reached between them and found just the right place to give her a jolt of pleasure before he moved deeper and deeper again. It was a strange feeling, but it was a good one, a magical one. Once he entered her completely, he simply held her there. Wrapped up in his arms, completely joined. Skin against skin, hearts beating against each other.

Tears pricked Becca’s eyes, though she fought them off. It was an overwhelming moment, but not in a bad way. She felt good, happy, right. She didn’t want him to confuse her tears for something else. So she blinked them back and held on tight. She kissed his neck and his shoulder.

“All right?” he asked, his voice husky against her ear.

She nodded into the crook of his neck. “More than.”

He brushed a kiss across her forehead and then across her mouth. He looked deep into her eyes and she gave him something of a tremulous smile. Not because she was nervous anymore. Not because it hurt a little bit. But because the things she felt were so overwhelming and so good, a new fear wiggled its way into her brain. The fear of losing it. The fear of wanting it more than she should. So many different fears.

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