Page 68 of Single Mom's Navy Seals
Her hands slide around my waist from behind, soft palms pressing against my stomach, her body flush against my back. She’s warm despite the chill of the room, and her breath brushes my shoulder as she whispers, “Thought you could use some company.”
A low growl catches in my throat.
I turn slowly, water cascading between us, revealing her completely naked, flushed from the heat, and watching me like she’s starving.
“You’re playing a dangerous game,” I murmur, my voice hoarse.
She steps forward anyway, her hands sliding up my chest. “You don’t seem all that upset about it.”
“I’m not.” My hands go to her hips, pulling her against me roughly. “I’ve just been trying to behave.”
“Don’t.” Her eyes flicker up to mine, pupils wide with desire. “I don’t want you to.”
That’s all it takes.
I slam her back gently against the cool tile, my mouth crashing down on hers, all tongue and teeth and heat. She moans into the kiss, arching into me like she’s starving for this. For me. I grip the back of her thigh and lift her effortlessly, wrapping her legs around my waist, her slick skin sliding against mine as the water beats down on us.
I drag my lips from her mouth down to her jaw, then lower to the sensitive spot just beneath her ear. I bite down hard, earning a gasp, then soothe the sting with my tongue.
“You’ve been driving me insane,” I growl, licking down her throat. “Walking around in that little sundress, acting so fucking innocent.”
She whimpers, nails digging into my shoulders. “I wasn’t trying to?—”
“Bullshit,” I bite out, sucking a bruise into the curve of her collarbone. “You knew exactly what you were doing.”
Her breath hitches as I lower my mouth to her breasts, sucking one nipple between my lips, tongue flicking over it until she arches violently against me. I switch to the other, giving it the same attention, nipping it just enough to make her gasp.
I pull back to look at her, her skin flushed, mouth parted, eyes glazed. “You’re soaking wet,” I mutter, dragging my fingers between her legs, stroking her slowly. “And it’s not just the shower.”
Ava shudders. “Liam…”
I position myself at her entrance, rubbing the head of my cock against her slit, teasing her until she whines in frustration.
“Beg for it,” I say darkly, hand gripping her thigh tightly. “Tell me how bad you need me.”
Her breath shakes. “Please… I need you inside me. Now.”
I thrust into her in one hard, smooth motion, bottoming out and groaning at how tight she is. Her body clamps around me, welcoming every inch.
“Fuck,” she gasps, head falling back against the tile.
I don’t give her time to adjust. I slam into her again, rough and deep, making her cry out.
“Say my name,” I growl against her ear, picking up the pace.
“Liam,” she moans, her voice breaking. “Oh my God—Liam.”
The rhythm builds—fast, punishing, desperate. Our bodies slap together under the pounding water, every thrust forcing breathy gasps from her mouth. I pin her wrists above her head with one hand, the other gripping her ass as I drive harder.
“You feel that?” I snarl. “That’s what you do to me. I’ve been aching for this.”
She trembles around me, her walls pulsing. “I’m—I’m gonna come?—”
“Not yet.” I slow down just enough to make her whimper, dragging out the tension, grinding against her clit with each deep thrust. “You come when I say.”
Her eyes roll back. “Liam, please…”
I bite her shoulder, holding her right on the edge. “You’re mine,” I growl, pounding into her again. “You hear me, Ava? Mine.”
