Page 73 of Single Mom's Navy Seals
Her cheeks flush deeper, but a wicked little smile curves her lips as she complies, pulling her knees up and apart, revealing herself to me completely. My pulse races furiously, every nerve ending ignited by the sight. In seconds, I’m moving forward, lowering myself onto the bed, settling comfortably between her spread thighs. Her scent hits me hard—sweet and earthy, like wildflowers after a storm. I press a soft kiss against her inner thigh, breathing in her sweet scent, savoring the shiver that races through her body.
“Jax,” she whispers breathlessly, arching toward my touch. “We have to hurry.”
“Relax,” I murmur against her skin, smiling at her urgency. “I’m good under pressure.”
Ava laughs, her breath coming quicker as she threads her fingers through my hair, guiding me closer. I feel her entire body tense with anticipation, her thighs parting even wider in a silent plea. The heat radiating from her sends a surge of hunger through me, a desire so intense I can barely hold myself back.
Leaning in, I press a soft, teasing kiss to the inside of her thigh, savoring the way her muscles tremble beneath my lips. Her breathing hitches again, her fingers tightening their grip on my hair, urging me to move faster. But I take my time, letting my breath ghost across her sensitive skin, enjoying every moment of her quiet desperation.
“Jax,” she whispers, her voice strained and filled with longing, “stop teasing me.”
I grin against her skin, pressing another lingering kiss closer to where she wants me most. “Oh, but teasing is half thefun, sweetheart,” I murmur playfully, letting the words brush intimately against her, eliciting another soft gasp.
Deciding she’s had enough torment—for now—I finally give in, my mouth pressing fully against her heated center. The taste of her hits my tongue, sweet and utterly addictive, sending my senses reeling. I close my eyes, immersing myself fully in the sensations, savoring every hitch of her breath, every gentle roll of her hips as she moves instinctively against my mouth.
My tongue explores her at first, tracing careful patterns around the most sensitive parts of her until I learn exactly how she likes to be touched. Her body tells me everything—every gasp, every moan guiding me, driving me to deepen my attentions, building her pleasure steadily, deliberately.
Her fingers twist more insistently into my hair as I quicken my pace, my tongue flicking and swirling in a rhythm that matches her building tension. Ava’s hips rock harder now, her breaths coming in sharp, broken cries, each one sounding more desperate and beautiful than the last. My hands grip her thighs firmly, holding her still as I intensify my movements, pushing her steadily toward the edge. I can feel the precise moment she loses control, her body stiffening beneath me, her voice breaking as she gasps out my name, shuddering against me in sweet, overwhelming pleasure.
“God, Jax,” Ava moans breathlessly, her voice strained with release, her thighs trembling beneath my grip. “Don’t stop—please, right there.”
I hum my approval against her, feeling her shivers ripple through her body. I don’t relent, keeping my mouth pressed firmly to her as I carry her through wave after wave of sensation, drawing out her pleasure until her body goes completely limpbeneath me. Only then do I pull back, pressing a gentle, lingering kiss to her inner thigh as I watch her catch her breath. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes dark and dazed, and her chest rises and falls in a quick, uneven rhythm.
“Wow,” she murmurs, her voice filled with amazement and gentle laughter as she looks down at me through heavy-lidded eyes. “You really weren’t kidding about being good under pressure.”
I chuckle, moving back up her body until we’re face to face again. Brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear, I offer her a playful grin.
“Told you, sweetheart. Pleasure’s my specialty.”
We get dressed, both of us laughing as we straighten our clothes and smooth our hair. Just as we’re stepping out of her bedroom, the sound of rapid footsteps echoes from the stairs. Eli’s energetic voice precedes him, Cole’s steady footfalls right behind.
Ava freezes, eyes wide as Cole appears at the top of the stairs, Eli bouncing excitedly beside him. Cole takes one long look at us, an amused smirk curving his lips as he shakes his head.
“Really?” he asks, amusement clear in his eyes. “Could you two be any less subtle?”
Ava flushes deeply, biting her lip to hold back a laugh. “What?”
Cole rolls his eyes dramatically, and his smirk deepens. “Never mind. I’ll be sure to cash in my own fun later.”
He steps past us, patting my shoulder with exaggerated sympathy as he guides Eli toward his room down the hall.
I chuckle, shaking my head at Ava’s mortified expression. “Relax. He knew exactly what he was signing up for.”
She laughs, her embarrassment fading as she meets my eyes. “This is still new territory for me, Jax.”
“For all of us,” I remind her, brushing a strand of hair away from her flushed cheek. “But we’re figuring it out together.”
She smiles, relaxing fully into my touch, nodding in agreement. “Yeah. We are.”
As we walk toward the stairs, I glance back once more, realizing how perfectly she fits into our lives and knowing, without a doubt, that I won’t ever let anything take her away from us. But just as we reach the bottom of the staircase, my phone buzzes insistently in my pocket, a message from Liam flashing across the screen.
“Something’s up. We need to talk. Now.”
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COLE
The heat clings to my skin even as the sun dips lower in the sky. Jax sits beside me, his boots propped up on the porch rail, observing the empty road. Normally, I’d find silence comfortable, but right now there’s a tense edge that neither of us likes.
