Page 17 of Pax

CHAPTER TEN

Pax could barely breathe as Deanna continued to undress in front of him. She’d regained her confidence after the pond, and he was fucking thrilled. When she turned, he was breathless. No sound. No words. No movement.

“Pax? If you don’t say something, I’m going to get dressed and go sleep on the sofa,” she said with a blush.

“You’re not moving,” he said, shaking his head, walking toward her. “You’re not ever moving from right here, by my side, in this bedroom or any bedroom for that matter. I love you, Dee. I love you, and I’m sorry for what you had to go through, but so fucking happy we found each other again.”

“Pax,” she smiled, shaking her head. Before she could move, he was undressed and coming directly toward her.

“I thought I’d embarrassed myself in the pond. Feeling your body against mine, Dee, it was everything I’d ever dreamed it would be.”

“Same,” she nodded. “I used to think about us all the time. In middle school, it was what it would be like to hold your hand, then maybe steal a kiss. In high school, it was kissing and maybe something more.”

He laughed, nodding his head.

“When I saw you again, Pax, I could barely contain myself. I wanted to scream out ‘YES!’. Finally, he was in front of me again. I need you. I need you now, Pax.”

Pax gently laid her on the bed, kissing up her body, his rough hands sliding up and down on her silky, smooth skin. There was no sign of her previous injuries, no sign of any scars, no sign of anything except a healthy, beautiful woman that was all his.

Deanna reached out for him, feeling his thick, hot cock in her hand. She’d felt it in the pond but feeling it against her own flesh was something different. This man was big. Big, heavy, thick, and she was aching for what she wasn’t even certain she could take.

“Dee, babe, you’re killing me,” he groaned against her ear.

“Then get to it, SEAL,” she smirked. “I’ve waited long enough for you.”

He smiled down at her, pushing that gorgeous hair from her face. Passionately, he kissed her, muffling her cries as he slid into her body.

Deanna could feel him stretching her, filling her body unlike anyone had ever done. This is what a man felt like. A man that was yours, destined for you, perfect for you. There was no denying that their bodies were made for one another.

She lifted her leg, slowly riding it up his thighs, buttocks, and then back. Wider and wider, she opened for him, allowing his much larger body access to her own. Suddenly, he stilled.

“Dee,” he whispered, “I don’t have a condom.”

“Oh,” she gasped, wide-eyed.

“I’m sure that Brax or Saint has one. Wait right here,” he said, starting to pull away. But Dee wouldn’t have it. She pulled him back, securing her legs around him and smiling up.

“Do you love me, Pax?”

“You know I fucking do,” he growled.

“Are we getting married?”

“Damn right, we are.”

“Will we have babies?”

“As many as you want,” he smiled. She grinned up at him, and he nodded.

“Let’s start now.”

Pax never realized how amazing sex could be with the right woman. A woman who awakened everything in your body, everything in your senses, sending your entire world into a spin. He was grateful for the private en suite and space in the big house. The night was moving too fast for him.

The good news was it was only the beginning.

Deanna rolled over, recognizing how stiff and sore her body was. Her thighs were burning, her buttocks tense. But the best part was she didn’t give a damn. She was content, happy, and the sun was shining once again in Coronado.

Quickly showering, she got dressed and went downstairs, only to be greeted by smiling faces.

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