Page 15 of Saved By the SEAL

His eyes lock on mine, and I get struck with that powerful magnetic sensation once more. I couldn’t drag my gaze away from his sparkling blues even if I wanted to, which luckily, I definitely don’t. I could watch him forever, especially when his eyes glaze over with serious passion right at the moment he plunges his eager fingers deep within me. This time, the scream that comes from me has nothing to do with the temperature of the furniture or the room and everything to do withhim.

“Fuck,” I gasp as the dizziness makes it challenging for me to see anything. “Oh, fuck, that feels so good, Jordan.”

His hot breath tickles along my soaking wet slit, making everything tighten up inside me. I try to grab onto Jordan to give me something to connect to, but I can’t quite reach him so I curl my fingers around the edge of the chair instead. The pleasure is so much, it’s so intense that my knuckles turn white. He’s edging his head ever so slowly closer to where I’m pulsing and crying out for him, and I can’t wait. His tongue is stretching, brushing lightly against my clit, giving me a taste of what’s to come.

“Oh, shit.” The tiny flicker of his tongue really is just a teaser. The next time he connects with my clit, he’s like a madman on a mission. The patterns he traces over me are absolutely insane. Any control that I have over my body simply melts away. Jordan has all of me right now. His fingers focus on spearing me and massaging my insides while his mouth takes my clit on a wild ride. Jordan Miller is doing everything that he can to coax the orgasm from me, and I’m powerless to resist. “Jordan, Oh, wow.”

I don’t want him to stop. For a little while, I hold his head tightly to keep him in place, but all of a sudden, as my body tenses up and the hot bliss fizzes in my veins, I yank him back. It hits me hard that I need him, all of him, and if I lose myself already, then it might be too intense for him to be inside me too. I want him to fuck me, to fill me up, and I need that now.

“Come here,” I whisper breathlessly as I tug him from the ground and his lips collide with mine. I can taste myself on his mouth, which only makes it even sexier. I can’t get enough. “I need you, Jordan. I want you now. Give me everything.”

He pulls back just enough to grab a condom. I snatch it from him and tear the packet open with my teeth, wanting to be flirty. Jordan rips his own clothing off as I do so. He wants to be naked, and fucking hell, I need him nude too. I haven’t seen him without clothing before, and I seriously need to. Jordan Miller is something special in clothing, but I bet that body he has underneath is on another level. I suck in a tense breath and wait to see every inch of him.

Oh, my God.I’m speechless. I really don’t know what to say. Jordan doesn’t just look like a military man, but more the sort that should be in a freaking calendar or something. I can’t believe he’s standing here in front of me. He’s a fucking dream.

Before he disappears into thin air, because I’m a little bit afraid that he might just be a figment of my imagination or a dream, I yank him toward me and take his cock in my hands.Holy hell. He’s rock-hard and absolutely massive. I don’t know how I’m going to handle him, but as I stroke my fingers up and down his length, I’m fucking excited to find out.

Eventually, I roll the condom over him, the anticipation clinging to me tightly. My pulse pounds, my stomach flip-flops, I’m trembling with need, and I just know that if I don’t have him inside me in a moment, I’ll die.

“I need you,” I remind him in a hoarse whisper, which is kinda sexy. “I want you, Jordan. Please, give me everything.”

“Are you sure?” He angles his newly sheathed cock at my entrance, teasing me some more. I don’t know how much more I can take. I get it, but we’ve been holding this off for far too long. I need this right now. “You want me, Michelle?”

“Just fuck me, Jordan.” I toss my head back in desire. I actually loved the way my name rolled off his lips just then. It was seductive as hell, a bit like a prayer, and I want more of it. But right now, I wanthim. All of him. I need him. “Take me.”

He lifts me from the chair and slams me back against the wall before plunging into me and making me scream with delight. Each and every thrust sends me spinning over the edge. He ignites the parts of me he had on fire only moments before, and it’s not long before I can feel the pressure of pleasure building up within me, stiffening me, shattering through my organs.

“Oh, Jordan,” I scream out as the waves keep rolling endlessly over me. “Jordan, oh, my God.”

I’ve never felt anything like this. The orgasm is wild, it’s intense, it’s overwhelming. Every part of my body flames because of him. The hot bliss circles through every inch of me, curling my toes and vibrating in my chest. Holy shit, this just had to happen, didn’t it? There was no way that we could resist one another forever. Not when it’s this good to connect.

Neither of us knows where this is going to lead, where this could go, but when it feels this good, who cares? The future doesn’t matter at the moment. I’m more than happy to live in the present and to enjoy it for what it is.

“Come to bed with me,” I gasp out as we swim in the post-orgasmic bliss together. “Sleep with me again.”

“You want me in your bed?” Jordan waggles his eyebrows playfully at me. “You don’t want me on the couch?”

I lean in and kiss him some more. “If you’re sleeping on the couch, then I’ll be there with you.”

But this time, I don’t need Jordan lying next to me to keep the nightmares away. I want him in my arms because I like him. I like the energy that he gives me and the way he makes me feel. And since the future isn’t guaranteed, I want to make the most of what we have right now. I want to kiss him and hold him all night long, without worrying about what will come next.

“Okay, I’ll come to bed with you.” He chuckles. “That sounds nice, Michelle.”

13

JORDAN

“Oh, no,” I mutter to myself as I slide out of the bed. “Oh, no, what the hell did we do? We went too far, didn’t we?”

Iknowwe shouldn’t have slept together. We both know it. But at the same time, I don’t know how we’re supposed to keep fighting it. Clearly, we can’t fight it, not when it’s as chemical and intense as that. I mean, that was overwhelming. Sleeping together was even more powerful than just kissing, and I can promise it’ll happen again. The closer we get, the more time we have to spend together, the more it’ll happen. We’re screwed. I think I might need a moment.

I head into the living room to grab my workout gear so I can go for a run. I don’t totally love the gym, but I do like exercise to clear my mind. It’s the only way I can make the most important decisions of my life, such as this one. A jog will help.

I click the front door closed quietly behind me so I don’t wake Michelle up before I have my run, and I start. The heat makes it a little tough at first, but I soon get into the zone and start to feel good. The pressure rolls off me a little bit. I stretch widerand roll my shoulders back, holding my head higher as I go. An unexpected happiness overcomes me as I run.

I mean, last night was good. No, not just good, it was incredible. It was the best sex I’ve ever had in my life, and I want so much more. I would love things to keep going with us. It’s dangerous, it’s crazy, it makes me breathless, and I can’t get enough. I’m not usually like this. I never feel so much for a person. She’s driving me insane. I want to cling to her forever. I might even want a relationship with her, I don’t know. I definitelyshouldn’twant that, but I do. It’s almost worse because I know I can’t have her. She’s out of reach, taboo, someone who should make me run for the hills, so of course, I’m driven closer. I need her more.

Why not, though? My naughty brain asks me. Why not just continue on and keep things a secret? That could be fun, right?

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