Page 48 of Loved by a SEAL

“Just making sure you’re okay,” he said in a low voice, expertly undoing the button of her jeans and sliding down the zipper. She had on floral cotton panties, held together with skimpy little strings, similar to the ones she’d worn at the beach. They might not have been satin or lace but somehow were still one of the sexiest pairs of panties he’d ever seen. The front of them was a perfect little “v” covering her mound, and he wanted them off. Immediately.

Sarah reached down to help him slide down her skinny jeans, lifting her hips as Ryan stood and peeled her jeans all the way off.

“Hell, how do you get those things on?” he asked in disbelief. She was slender herself, but those things seemed to be painted on.

“Are you complaining?”

“Hell no. I’m going to dream of you straddling me on the beach in those tight jeans.”

“Come here,” she demanded, holding her hands out to him.

“Bossy little thing, aren’t you?” he teased, grabbing her hands and pining them to the bed as he leaned over her. She squealed with delight, and he kissed her deeply as he ground his pelvis against hers. He was still in his cargo pants and tee shirt, and Sarah was lying on his bed nearly naked. She was the most beautiful damn thing he’d ever fucking seen.

Her hips bucked lightly beneath him as he rested in the cradle of her thighs, and unable to resist, he ground himself deeper against her core.

She gasped aloud, arching up toward him again.

“Are you wet for me?” he asked huskily, clasping both her wrists in one hand and lifting them above her head. She whimpered and squirmed on the bed, and he felt himself growing even harder. He shifted his weight slightly, widening her legs with one of his, and slipped his hand into the top of her panties. His large hand splayed across her flat stomach as his fingers edged beneath the cotton, and with her body spread out beneath him, he wanted to roar with approval. Growl out, “Mine!” caveman style and beat his chest at finally having his woman here. In his house. On his bed.

“Ryan,” she whimpered, as he paused, his fingers barely beneath that tiny triangle of fabric. “Please!”

He slid his hand further into her panties, cupping her mound, and feeling her heat. He lazily ran his fingers through her soft curls and traced up and down her seam, watching her reaction to his touch. Her cheeks began to flush as her breathing became shallow, and he tightened his grip on her wrists, careful not to hurt her, and slowly ran his fingers through her swollen folds.

“Fuck, you are wet,” he said.

He caressed her intimately as he ducked and kissed her, swallowing her cries with his mouth.

She was so soft and silken, and he was dying to thrust his cock deep inside her. To feel her walls clenching down around his aching shaft. But he needed her pleasure first. Needed to hear her crying out his name as he pinned her to his bed and made her scream her release. Needed to make her come on his hand and his mouth before he even thought about bringing her to orgasm on his cock.

His fingers slid upward, through her drenched folds, until he circled the tiny nub of her clit. She gasped, and he kissed her deeper, driving her wild as he sought her pleasure.

He circled her tiny bud again, enjoying all the gasps and tiny sounds she made. She writhed on his bed, completely at his mercy. Without giving it a second thought, he suddenly needed all of her, and ripped her panties right off.

She gasped in shock, and he stopped kissing her for only a moment to growl that he’d buy her a whole damn store full. He found her molten center and slowly slid one finger in, groaning as he felt her walls clench around him. She was so fucking tight. Sinking his cock deep inside her velvety walls later would be absolute fucking heaven.

He added a second finger, stretching her inner walls as he slowly pumped them in and out, and swallowed her cries as she mewled against him. He thrust his tongue in and out of her mouth, matching the rhythm of his fingers. She bucked up and off the bed, thrusting her breasts into the air, and he felt her inner walls beginning to tighten.

Holy hell she was beautiful. Her face flushed, her nipples erect against the lace of her bra. Her hands clenched tightly in fists above her head. He ducked lower and sucked one nipple into his mouth as he slowly ran his thumb over her clit and she moaned loudly, trembling at his touch. Pumping his fingers faster into her molten core, she arched off the bed, crying out in sheer pleasure, and as he swirled his thumb over her clit and thrust his fingers in and out of her tight channel, she detonated.

Sarah screamed and writhed on the bed as her inner walls clamped down around him, and male pride surged through his chest as he watched her explode. She cried out again and again as he drew out her orgasm, loving watching her come completely undone at his touch.

He’d wanted to make her plead and beg him for her release, but it was too fucking hard to resist touching her. Pleasuring her. Giving her everything.

She gasped as she slowly came back down to Earth, her body completely sated. Her hazel eyes met his, her body going completely limp on his bed as he softly kissed her once more.

“Sleep,” he commanded. “You’ve had a long day.”

“But—”

“Don’t argue with me, woman,” he growled, laughing as she playfully swatted at him. “I’ll make love to you later. Much later. After you recover from that Earth-shattering orgasm I gave you.”

He grinned wickedly but stopped any further protest with another searing kiss.

He pulled her into his arms, enjoying the feel of her warm body nestled against his. Hell, he still hadn’t even undressed, but it had been a long twenty-four hours, and he had a beautiful woman in his arms. In his bed.

She yawned quietly, and he closed his eyes, breathing in the scent of her hair.

He’d been chasing her without even realizing it for an entire year. He could wait another hour, another day to make love to her.

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