Page 12 of Ground Zero

His arms squeeze my waist.

“And I was right to be. As soon as you touched me, I knew.” I spin around to face him. “The fucking fireworks were there.”

His cocky smirk teases his sculpted lips. He is so damn good-looking. I drop my eyes to his chest and take his tie between my fingers. I tug gently as I look at him from under my lashes and continue my confession. “I saw it in your eyes. You knew, and you felt it too.”

He grins, “I won’t lie. It was hard as fuck treating you like one of the guys when you were so obviously not.”

I smirk. “Well, thank you for keeping your hands off me. Working with Bravo was an honor.”

He smiles at me. “My team had no idea the sacrifice I made every goddamn day for them.” He leans down to kiss me, but I put my finger on his lips.

“It doesn’t matter now, but I do want to know why you didn’t contact me after you got out. I hoped you would, and quite frankly, I was heartbroken when you didn’t. Your silence made me doubt this.” I wag my index finger back and forth between us.

He frowns, studies my face, then reaches up and tucks a stray strand of hair behind my ear. It’s such an intimate, caring action, my heart melts, and no matter what he says, it really doesn’t matter. I was right all along. We do have a chemical connection, and I know Crockett. I know him better than I know my own sister. We have been through so much shit together. Real shit. Shit that matters—life and death shit. And what I know is Jeff Crockett is a man of honor and integrity to his core. Whatever the reason, he made the best decision given the choices before him at the time.

“Foxtrot, you know me. You know I’m not a man that accepts half-ass commitment.”His voice is husky with emotion. “I thought about it, but the reason was the same. You needed to be focused on Bravo, not me.”

His loyalty is irreproachable. Always willing to do whatever it took for his team, even at the expense of his own happiness.

I slip my hand behind his head and pull his mouth down to consume mine. I whisper right before our lips touch, “And loving you will be all-consuming?”

His whispered, “yes,” sets me on fire.

At first, his kiss is tender and loving, and I cherish being cherished, but then his lips leave mine and travel down my neck. The lower he goes, the more demanding his mouth becomes, and the more consumed I am.

I want him. Naked. Exposed. Bare.

My fingers claw his shirt out of his suit pants, and he releases me, kicking off his shoes as he removes his tie. Then our hands work together as a team, unbuttoning his shirt. He lets it slide down his arms to the floor as I run my hands down his trousers the length of his hidden hard-on. He is a good eight to ten inches.

As he slides the zipper down, I drop to my knees and wait. Staring up at him, I admire his perfect body as I prepare to properly worship him.

He leans forward, and as his huge chest approaches, I see the scars he received from his Trident pinning ceremony the day he officially became a Navy SEAL. His big, strong arms flex as he pushes the slacks off his ass. His chiseled abs ripple as he straightens back up, and his molded ’v’ points to his pumped erection between his tree-trunk legs.

As soon as his cock is free, I reach for it, open my mouth wide, and slide it inside. He’s too long to take it all, but I love what I can. My eyes close with the satisfaction of finally tasting him after all these years.

His hands rest on my head, and his fingers flex in my hair as I slobber and suck him. He groans, then latches onto my hair. Stopping my motion. He pulls me to my feet. His eyes are closed, so I stare at his beautiful mouth as it says, “Not yet, Nina.”

My God. I nearly swoon. He has never called me Nina. Always Foxtrot. The way his deep voice vibrated as he hummed the ’n’ sound is a turn-on I never expected. It is the same pitch as the primal growl he makes that is sexy as fuck but hearing it as he said my name is fucking sexy as fucking fuck!

I turn around and poke my ass out as I lean over. Reaching behind, I unzip my black leather skirt. It falls to the ground, and the view I give him is my bare ass, garter belt, black thigh high stockings with little red bows that match my red six-inch heels.

The “umm, fuck me” that oozes from his mouth with the same primal throat hum fuels my seduction fantasy. I have had fuck buddies before, but we only had friend sex, and although Rocket is a closer friend than any of them were, this sex between us is not that kind of fucking.

This is serious sex. This sex means something. This sex is the kind of sex where pleasing your partner is more important than pleasing yourself, but you know you will be pleasured beyond your wildest expectations.

I reach behind, grab my ass cheeks, and pull them apart.

He moans and says, “Your sweet little pussy is pure perfection.” Then he steps up, hooks my hips, and eases his cock inside.

A low moan slips out of my mouth, and my knees get weak with the pleasure from his stroke. Both his hands grasp my hips, and he thrusts deep inside. My hands shoot straight out to brace against the wall, and he fucks me from behind under the first picture ever taken of us.

With every deep thrust, he lifts my weight off my heels, rocking me forward, and I can’t stop the soft whimper of pleasure I emit when he hits bottom and strokes a sweet spot no one, not even my vibrator, has struck before. He pauses, and my pussy throbs, aching with need, then he grunts, and his spirt of cum hits that sweet spot, and I lose my shit. My orgasm starts. My legs stiffen and quiver uncontrollably. He hammers it home, deep, and another spirt nails that spot. My head drops as the quivering intensifies. The sensation is all-consuming. The only thing that exists at this moment in time is his cock loving my pussy. He grunts as he thrusts so fast and so furious, I come unglued, and the most intense, hard, long, exquisite orgasm I have ever had seizes my body, and I squirt with contractions.

When we are done, we collapse to the floor. Exhausted but exhilarated. He leans his back against the wall and pulls me into his lap. I cuddle with him until my pounding blood slows back to normal.

Chapter 8

Crockett

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