Page 19 of Protecting Andie

She giggled and kissed the tip of his nose. “That was for how good you treated me. I’ve not slept that well in ages. I think the last time I got that good of sleep was about ten years ago.”

“Well, hopefully, we can repeat that for you.”

She rolled to her side, her back to him and scooted back. He took the hint and wrapped his arm under her head and spooned her. She sighed as she held onto his arms.

“I’m thirty years old, and I don’t feel like I’ve done anything with my life. You’re a Navy SEAL, and I’m just me.”

He grunted. “Sometimes, I feel like I wasted my life.”

She spun in his arms, and he could just make out her shaking her head in the dim light. “Not at all. You’ve given Emily a life. She would have never survived.”

He pulled her down next to him. “I know. I just wonder what I would have done if I hadn’t felt the need to join the military. My job is important, but that doesn’t mean I don’t feel like I’ve missed something or done something to screw myself up for the rest of my life. There are so many options and paths we could have taken, but your life doesn’t seem wasted. Think of how many people you’ve helped by teaching.”

Her shoulders rose and fell as she let go a heavy sigh. He pulled her closer and kissed her forehead.

“You aren’t a failure. Sometimes, our brains don’t match up with what we’ve actually accomplished.”

“How are you so wise?” Andie asked.

Her question made him laugh. “I’m not. Really. I guess I’ve seen enough to have a certain take on matters in life. I really believe the only people who waste their lives are ones who throw it all away to do evil.”

“And who would that be?” Andie asked.

“Terrorists. I see a lot of terrorists who do very bad things. They destroy lives without thought.”

“That’s sad. I can’t imagine.”

He squeezed her tighter. “Yeah, it’s bad. But back to you. You haven’t wasted your life. I’m sure your students have benefitted greatly from your classes.”

She made a noise that was half grunt, half musing. “I guess I’m disappointed that I’m at this point, and I’ve never really experienced anything like this. I shouldn’t say that because we just met, really. You don’t want me pushing for more.”

“I’m the one that is pushing.”

Andie couldn’t keep it in. She sat up and turned on the lamp on her side of the bed. “You aren’t pushing. I don’t think you are. You’re amazing. I’m lucky you even looked my way.” She watched him sit up while he shook his head. He cupped her cheeks and held her still.

“No, I’m lucky that you are looking at me.”

“You’re perfect,” Andie whispered.

He scoffed. “Far from it. I’m nowhere near perfect.”

His gaze slid down to her uncovered breasts, lust firing in his eyes. She moved to cover them, but he stopped her. She watched him move to all fours, his cock half hard though she’d just sucked him.

“Your breasts are absolutely perfect.”

She had to lie back as he moved over her. His tongue circled one nipple, then the other, teasing her.

“I get so turned on just thinking about your breasts.” He lowered and started sucking her nipples, going from one to the other until she was writhing below him. “I want you to come on my cock.”

She wasn’t sure she understood what he was asking for. “No condom?”

He drew in a slow breath. “Maybe that isn’t wise. I’ve been tested so many times because of my job. We have to be willing to give blood in the field if someone needs it. That’s one reason I always wear a condom. The other is pregnancy. Honestly, I’m not ready for kids, but if something happened, I would be in their lives no matter what happened between us.”

“I do have an IUD.”

He nodded. “I know. But things happen, and I’m not going to neglect something I make.”

She pushed him off her and sat up. “If we’re doing this, if you’re doing more than just committing to a week of hot sex, I want to make sure you understand that I’m obsessive about things and hard to live with. I know that.”

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