Page 33 of Stranded with a SEAL

Bailey sat up, stretching, and she brushed her hair back from her face. Noah sat up as well, stretching his legs out in front of him.

“Ugh. I’m so salty and sandy,” Bailey said. “What I wouldn’t give for a nice, hot shower right about now.”

“I found a waterfall when I was exploring some yesterday—can’t promise that its hot, but it’s fresh water. Let’s try to relight a fire, have some food, and go check it out.”

“Try to relight the fire?” she asked, crinkling her nose in confusion. “Are we out of matches?”

“It poured most of the night, sunshine. Everything’s soaking wet. We can look for more driftwood, but I doubt its dried enough for a fire. Maybe in a couple of hours we’ll have better luck.”

“Oh,” she said, her face falling. Noah frowned, hating to see the sadness in her eyes. Her nose was slightly red from sunburn, and her tan was already deeper than before. There was a light dusting of freckles across her cheeks that he hadn’t seen yesterday either.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked.

“You’ve got a few freckles on your face,” he said in a low voice, amused that she flushed slightly. Bailey always had a quick comeback for everything, but at the moment, she looked young and innocent.

“God, I hate those,” she said, covering her face dramatically with both hands. “As if getting shipwrecked isn’t bad enough, now I have freckles to contend with, too!”

Noah chuckled and reached over, playfully pulling her hands away. “Why do you hate them? They’re cute.”

She tried to pull free from his grip, but he tightened his hands around her wrists. “Noah!” she said, laughing. “Let go! They’re not cute. No one wants to have freckles.”

“Why would I let go? Maybe I want to look at your cute freckles all day,” he said with a wink. She pulled at his grip again, growing flustered, and Noah hauled her into his lap.

Bailey gasped in surprise as his erection nudged against her center. “Can’t help it, sweetheart,” he said, releasing her wrists. “I’ve been hard since I woke up with you in my arms this morning.”

“Um—wow.”

He chuckled, wrapping his arms around her. Enjoying the feeling of her straddling him. “That’s the first time I’ve ever heard you speechless,” he said, his voice gravel.

“It’s impressive,” she said, her green eyes lighting with mischief. “A girl certainly notices a thing like that.”

“I’ve noticed you, too, sunshine,” he said, lightly grazing his knuckles over her cheek. Her breathing quickened at his touch, and before he frightened her away, he slowly ducked lower, giving her a chance to move away. Letting her have some of the control.

But her lips parted slightly, and then his mouth was moving over hers. Tasting her. Claiming her as his own.

Bailey whimpered as he kissed her, her hands clutching at his tee shirt. He wished she had on nothing but that sexy little string bikini, but there was something satisfying about seeing her in his Navy sweatshirt.

Bailey was his.

Whether she realized it now or not, he’d been ever so slowly falling for her.

She smelled of coconut and the ocean, quite possibly the sweetest damn scent ever. Her long blonde hair trailed over his muscled forearms, and she squirmed in his lap, so that he could feel her heat against his hard cock.

He teased her lips with his tongue, tasting the saltwater on them, and then she opened to him. Yielded. Bailey gasped as his tongue rubbed against hers, and he tightened his arms, pulling her even closer. She lightly bucked atop him, causing his cock to twitch.

She was soft everywhere he was hard, and he wanted all of her. Now.

She was so small that he could easily haul her onto his cock and let her ride him, if he’d thought she was ready to have sex.

He lightly thrust his tongue in and out of her mouth, showing her exactly how he wanted to claim her. Precisely how he’d make love to her. Her little whimpers and moans were driving him crazy, and he slid his hand up her side, beneath the baggy sweatshirt.

Tugging the tiny triangle of her bikini top aside, he palmed her full breast, kneading and caressing the soft flesh. His thumb grazed over her taut nipple, and she whimpered and writhed atop him.

“Let’s take this off,” he said huskily, and she helped him lift the sweatshirt over her head. Tossing it to the side, he undid the string behind her neck, letting her bikini top fall. She was beautiful and perfect—full, creamy breasts, whiter than the rest of her tanned skin. Her nipples were a beautiful rosy shade.

She reached behind herself to untie the string at her back, inadvertently thrusting her breasts closer to him. Unable to stop himself, he caught her slender wrists behind her back, holding her in place, then ducked lower, sucking one taut bud into his mouth.

She squirmed with pleasure, crying out his name in surprise.

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