Page 14 of Protected By the SEAL

With a playful smirk teasing on his lips, Benji grabs me by the waist and slams me down onto the floor of the tent. I watch in breathless awe as he wriggles that taut, hot body of his out from everything else that he’s wearing, proudly letting me see everything that he has. Thank God for the brightness of the moon and the way my eyes have adjusted to the light. Seeing this man for everything that he has is so goddamn sexy. Thank fuck I’m finally having a decent man in my arms.

“Now I need to get you naked too,” he murmurs in clear delight. “I can’t be nude on my own. Jungle rules.”

His lips connect with my neck and slowly kiss down my body as he strips the rest of me down. Every so often, his tongue darts out over my skin as if he wants to taste me, and it feels like he’s leaving a scorch mark there, a reminder of the night he swept meoff my feet and showed me how fucking good it feels to actually be alive. Holy shit, this is just everything.

“Fucking hell, Cassie Jones,” he whispers as he tosses my panties to the side. I can see his eyes running hungrily all over my body, and he likes what he sees. He’s a predator and I’m his prey. I’m willing to lie back and let him eat me. “You are beautiful.”

Something about those guttural words declared in such a primal way makes me feel the intense truth of them. Benji is saying that because he really does think that I’m beautiful, which is incredible. I didn’t know I could be seen in that way. Even when it’s been said to me before, I’ve never believed it. It’s always washed off me, but Benji’s words sink in. I know I’ll carry them with me always, that I might even allow myself to think of me as beautiful once in a while. What a wonderful gift.

But the sweetness of his words quickly gives way to raw, unbridled passion as he travels up my body and kisses me hard and fast once more. His fingers lightly brush through my pubic hair as he aims for where I was exploring myself only moments before, not that he’s aware of that. His touch is going to be more thrilling than mine, though, I just know it…

“Fuck, Benji,” I cry out, maybe a little too loudly since we’re supposed to be here in secret, but in my defense, I don’t have any control over myself at the moment. The volume of my voice is the least of my focus. “Oh, God, that feels good.”

He spears me, buries his fingers deep within me and massages me until I can’t breathe anymore. Benji has stripped the air from my lungs, which is making me dizzy with desire. The way that his thumb teases my clit is just too much. I know for a fact now that I’ve never had a proper orgasm before, that Benji is speeding me along the station toward my first one, but still, this isn’t quiteenough for me. I woke him up to feel his cock inside me, and I still want that. I need it.

“Fuck me,” I whimper, really hoping that he can hear me over the thick, heady, steamy atmosphere surrounding us. “Now.”

Thankfully, just before I’m about to forget my own fucking name, Benji yanks back to look at me. I nod emphatically, letting him know that I desperately mean what I say. I don’t want him to hesitate or to worry about me. I want to feel all of him.

Benji sheaths himself in protection, looking like a goddamn sex God as he does, someone who is so sexy he isn’t quite real, more in my imagination, as he rests the delightful weight of himself on top of me once more. I don’t need to breathe when I have this man teasing my entrance with his cock, waiting for permission to come inside and finally give me what I need.

I roll my hips and arch my back, refusing to be made to wait any longer, and a loud moan erupts from me as he finally fills me up. Fucking hell, I’ve never experienced anything like this before. This is real on a brand-new level. Every thrust sends me spinning higher and more intensely than the last one. Every time our bodies slam together, I lose myself a little bit more.

It isn’t long before the orgasm claims me, and the reality of real pleasure with a man is overwhelming. It hits me like a tsunami, it slams against me, shifting everything that I’ve ever known out of focus. Every organ within me is burned by the pleasure, and I never want the waves of hot bliss to stop coming. I could happily drown in them forever.

I grab onto Benji harder than I’ve held him all day long and kiss him in a way that hopefully lets him know how much he means to me. We might be strangers who only met a few hours ago inthe weirdest of circumstances, but right now, he’s everything to me. My whole fucking world.

13

BENJI

Oh… my… God.I don’t even want to open my eyes yet, even if I’m awake, because I’m in shock. I’m stunned at myself and at Cassie as well. I mean, I sensed that there was something there floating between us through the day, but I didn’t thinkthatwould come of it. What started off as a very sexy dream became a reality so intense I don’t know what to think.

I’veneverhad sex like that before. In my twenty-nine years of life, it has never been so phenomenal. I’m blown away.

But the action of sex is one thing. So is falling asleep in one another’s arms, but today, we are going tohaveto address it in one way or another. We’re going to have some kind of awkward conversation, which is exactly why this shouldn’t have happened.

Cassie and I, as much as we have amazing chemistry, as much as it would be incredible to continue on, can’t. There are so many reasons we shouldn’t even consider one another that I don’t have the emotional energy to list them to myself right now. Even if it would probably give me the strength that I need to get through the next few hours… I just… I can’t.

I peek. I don’t open my eyes fully because I want to prepare myself for what I’m waking up to, but relief floods me as I realize that Cassie is still sleeping. I can have a moment to wrap my head around everything first. And get dressed as well. Seeing one another naked in the dark while things are happening is one thing, but I don’t think she needs to see me now.

I try my hardest not to look at Cassie as I get dressed because it feels kinda rude to do so, but since there’s an intense magnetic pull between us, I can’t help it. I don’t stand a chance. My eyes wander over to her of their own accord, and honestly, every time I see her my heart skips about ten beats. I’ve been thinking about her, feeling something for her ever since I saw her photo, but that’s only intensified since last night. Now, I really ache for her. I need to hold her again.

Get some fresh air,I warn myself in an attempt to let my rational side win out this time around.Check the area.

I’m supposed to be more focused on our safety than anything else, so this makes sense. I take a step outside the tent and try to soak in some of the dewy morning air which will hopefully cool my head down. I absolutely need these thoughts about Cassie to, if not stop, then drift off to one side so I can focus. I can worry about her beauty and the way she makes me feel when our lives are back on track. Maybe we should concentrate on that first and avoid any conversation at all…

“Don’t be a coward,” I mutter to myself. “Don’t disappoint her and yourself by hiding it all inside. Just… do it.”

I don’t know why this chat feels more intense than anything that’s ever come before, probably because everything between us is heightened to a level I’ve never experienced before. There seems to be a whole lot more on the line.

I wander around the tent for a while, half scouting the area out as much as I can and half trying to plan how I’ll start any conversation. I need to be delicate, to find the right words, to ensure that I do nothing to upset Cassie. She’s bound to be emotional after everything she’s been through. It really might be sinking in now, and that might link to the fact that we had sex. I mean, I sure feel a bit emotional about it, and I don’t have as much riding on my shoulders.

But I can’t put it off forever. I can’t hide outside the tent for the rest of our lives. I can hear a stirring inside the tent anyway, which I can only assume is Cassie waking up. I give her more than enough time to gather herself up and to get dressed before I finally make it back inside. I still do so with a tentative nature about me because I don’t want it to get weird.

“Good morning.” Cassie smiles much too brightly. I think she might be trying to hide her awkwardness. “How are things?”

Well, if that’s how she wants to play it, then I’m more than happy to go along with it for the minute. We will get around to the conversation at some point throughout the day. I guess we don’t need to start on it right away.

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