Page 14 of Christmas With the Navy SEAL Mountain Man
I lose myself in pleasuring her, learning what makes her gasp, what makes her moan, what makes her fingers tighten in my hair to the point ofpain.When I slide one finger inside her, then two, curling them to hit that perfect spot, she cries out my name, thighs trembling on either side of myhead.
"Aaron," she pants, tugging at myhair."Please. I need you insideme."
I give her one final, lingering taste before moving back up her body, capturing her mouth in a kiss that lets her taste herself on mylips.She reaches between us to wrap her hand around my hardness, stroking with just the right pressure to make my hipsbuck.
"Condom," I manage, voice strained with the effort ofcontrol.
She reaches for the nightstand drawer, producing a foilpacket.I take it from her with shaking hands, tearing it open and rolling the protectionon.Positioning myself at her entrance, I pause, searching her face one last time for anyhesitation.
"Please," she whispers, legs wrapping around my waist ininvitation."I want you,Aaron."
I push forward slowly, giving her time to adjust to mysize.The tight heat of her body envelops me inch by inch until I'm fully seated insideher.For a moment, we both remain still, overwhelmed by the perfectconnection.
"You feel incredible," I murmur against her neck, struggling forcontrol."So tight. Soperfect."
Her hands slide up my back to my shoulders, nails digging inslightly."Move, Aaron.Please."
I withdraw almost completely before pushing back in, establishing a rhythm that starts slow andmeasured.Her hips rise to meet each thrust, taking medeeper.The sounds she makes—soft moans and breathless gasps—are the most beautiful music I've everheard.
As our pace increases, sweat slicks our bodies despite the winter chill beyond her bedroomwindow.I hook one arm under her knee, changing the angle to hit that sweet spot insideher.Her eyes fly open, a cry escaping herlips.
"There," she gasps, fingers digging harder into myshoulders."Rightthere."
I maintain the position, driving into her with increasingurgency.Something primitive rises in me, something possessive andraw.
"Mine," I growl against her throat, the word escaping without consciousthought."You're mine,Leah."
Instead of pulling away or laughing at the caveman display, she arches beneath me, meeting me thrust forthrust."Yes," she gasps, eyes locking withmine."Yours. And you're mine,Aaron."
Her claim ignites something deep inside me. I increase the pace, feeling her body tightening around me, knowing she's close to the edgeagain.
"Come for me," I command, voice rough withdesire."Let me feelyou."
Her climax crashes through her with a cry that echoes off the walls, her inner muscles clenching around me in rhythmicwaves.The sight of her coming undone—head thrown back, throat exposed, my name on her lips—sends me hurtling afterher.My release tears through me with an intensity that whites out my vision, pleasure so sharp it borders onpain.
I collapse beside her, careful not to crush her smaller frame, pulling her against mychest.Her heart thunders against mine, our breathing gradually slowing as we come down from the heightstogether.The scent of sex and satisfaction hangs in the air betweenus.
For long minutes, we lie in comfortable silence, her fingers tracing idle patterns on my chest, my hand stroking the silk of herhair.The Christmas lights cast a gentle glow over her skin, making her look almost ethereal in the aftermath ofpassion.
"Well," she finally says, a smile in her voice, "that was worth waitingfor."
A laugh rumbles from my chest, surprising me. When was the last time Ilaughed?"Was there a lot of waiting involved? We met less than a weekago."
She props herself up on an elbow, looking down at me with mockseriousness."I'll have you know I've been very patient. Do you know how distracting you are when you're chopping wood with your forearms all...forearm-y?"
I reach up, tucking a strand of dark hair behind herear."Forearm-y? Is that the technicalterm?"
"It is now." She leans down to kiss me softly, then settles back against my chest with a contentedsigh."Staytonight?"
The question hangs in the air between us, weighted with more significance than its simple wordssuggest.Staying means something. Staying means this isn't just physical release, just scratching anitch.Staying means opening a door I've kept firmly closed foryears.
"Yes," I say, tightening my arms around her, inhaling the vanilla scent of herhair."I'llstay."
She relaxes against me, her body warm and soft, fitting perfectly againstmine.Outside, snow falls silently past her window, covering Grizzly Ridge in a fresh blanket ofwhite.Inside, something new and fragile takes root in my chest, something I thought had died with my team in the desert sand half a worldaway.
"Aaron?" she murmurs, already drifting towardsleep.
"Hmm?"
