Page 12 of Harbored by the SEAL
His lips grazed her forehead. She lifted her head to kiss him, her full lips tantalizing his before she opened her mouth and teased him with her tongue.
He slipped his hands around her neck and into her hair, holding her against him. She tasted like scotch and something sweet, and he wanted his mouth on more of her, tasting her everywhere. She used the music to torture him with her body, rubbing and pressing and pulling him in tight.
The music slowed and he pulled her fully against him. “Is it too late to change my mind?” he asked in her ear. “I need to be with you.”
She shook her head and took his hand in hers, pulling him behind her out of the club and into the warm night air. He tugged her toward the ship’s railing, pressing her against it and kissing her over the roar of the water against the ship.
She lifted her head. “Come back to my cabin.”
“Yes.”
He wanted that, wanted her and everything she had to offer. They reached her room, the light of the full moon shining through wide windows and casting deep shadows on the floor. The room was much larger than his. He fisted his hands in her dress, hiking it up her legs, pulling it to her waist and touching the smooth skin of her hips with greedy hands.
She wasn’t wearing any underwear.
Jesus.
He pulled his polo shirt from the waistband of his trousers and she slipped her hands up his chest. Her nails scraped his skin and he moaned deep in his throat before lifting his shirt over his head.
She kissed down his neck, nuzzling the hollow of his collarbone before making her way lower. She took his nipple in her mouth, gently sucking, and he laughed huskily. He needed her naked, needed to see her body and taste her skin.
He bent down and scooped her up, carrying her to the bedroom. His legs hit the bed and she slid down his body, brushing his erection. He wondered at this urgency, the fierce need to have her, lust so intense he could have been a teenager experiencing his first time with a woman.
He gathered her hair and pulled her head to the side, kissing behind her ear before finding the zipper of her dress and pulling it down her back. He could feel the band of her bra, the texture rough like lace, and he twisted her around to face him before pulling the dress down and revealing her to him.
Black lace. It contrasted with the pale skin of her large breasts in the moonlit room, and he cupped her reverently. His thumbs found her nipples, pressing and stroking before taking her in his mouth through the material.
Charlotte gasped and cursed colorfully.
He reached around her rib cage and unhooked her bra, then pushed her back against the mattress before returning to her bare, luscious peak. He lapped at it, letting his tongue map the sensitive areola before drawing her deep into his mouth.
She called out, her legs spreading beneath him, and he settled his body between them before lavishing her other breast with the same attention.
She held his head against her. “Oh yeah. Suck me. Just like that.”
He wondered again if she would talk dirty in bed, the thought instantly intensifying his excitement. He suckled her harder and she keened loudly.
He moved back up her chest and she rolled him onto his back.
“I want to suck your cock,” she said. “I want to take you deep into my mouth and play with your balls.”
He unfastened his belt more quickly than he had in his life. She pulled his pants down and off his legs before freeing his straining shaft from his briefs. Then he was in her mouth, the wet heat sucking him in deeper than he knew he could go. Her fingernails lightly scraped the line between his testicles before she took them in her hand and rolled them against each other.
She felt too good and he knew he would come quickly if she didn’t stop. “Wait,” he bit out between clenched teeth. “I want it to be good for you.”
She released him, crawling up his body until her mouth was at his ear. “Don’t you want to come in my mouth, Cowboy? Because I want to taste you.”
He all but growled, taking her by the shoulders and pushing her back down his body. He was out of control, completely obsessed with the sensations she drew out of him. When her mouth found him again, he called out and thrust into her. He forced himself to let go of her head, but she took his hands and put them back there.
He was pumping into her mouth, the head of his cock deep in her throat as she sucked him. Then those fingernails were back and she squeezed his balls gently, ripping his orgasm from his body as he called out in release.
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Charlotte smiledin the darkness and curled against Cowboy’s side. His skin was hot and sweaty, his breathing labored.
She’d done this to him. She was the reason he couldn’t control himself, and the knowledge pleased her tremendously.
It felt so good to be in his arms, sharing the night with this man. When was the last time fooling around had felt good instead of like an argument she could never win?
