Page 49 of The Playboy SEAL
He clears his throat and meets my gaze. “You grew up in a family where your mom was everything and then some. Your dad was important until he broke your trust. It’s why you don’t trust yourself enough to trust. You’re trying to keep plants alive, which tells me you’d like to have a pet eventually.” He pauses to gauge my reaction.
I smile, urging him to continue.
“You’re a nice person. It’s why I’m having a hard time with this.” The smile vanishes from his face.
“What does that mean?”
“It means I don’t usually care enough to do any of this. You know that. And, well, I can’t explain it, but whatever is between us is,” he replies, looking at the ceiling and bringing a thick hand through his gorgeous hair.
“This is more,” I say.
Carina is so wise.
His gaze flicks back to mine. It dips to my chest and back up. “Yes. I don’t know what that means. I don’t want to go on my apps. I don’t want to date other women because all I can think about is you. It started off as a challenge, and I want you to know that. My intention was to fuck you and forget you, Teala. I never wanted things to get this far. I still don’t even know how we got here,” he says, waving a muscled arm around the room. “You are sitting there like some fucking illusion, and I’m sitting here wondering how you got there, and I know damn well how you got there.” His voice is loud, angrier than I think it should be.
I understand everything he’s saying.
“I put you there because you deserve to be there.”
“I feel the same way.” Reaching out, I take his hand in mine. He closes his fist around my fingers, and I flinch.
His eyes are a little frantic as he looks at my hand. “You’re not a fucking illusion. And you mean more than I want you to.”
This is Macs doing emotions. I didn’t even have toask him. Carina was right about everything. He’s just as fucking scared as I am.
“I’m scared too. I’ve never done this either.” Suddenly the only desire I have is to take my clothes off and give myself to him. The elephant in the room might disappear when we’re both in our element.
He can’t get to me quick enough. Macs takes my head in his hands and presses his lips against mine. His grip is firm on my head, and he tilts my head back. Peeling the sweater off my shoulders, he kisses every inch of exposed skin on each arm as he goes. “I want you so bad. I can’t believe I finally get to call you mine,” he growls before placing a wet kiss on my collarbone.
When my sweater hits the floor, I stand and push him back into a seated position and straddle him. His eyes are wide in surprise and excitement.
“I’ve been yours,” I correct him.
His cock flexes against my core once and then again.
“I’ve been yours,” I say again just to see if I can get the same reaction twice.
The smile he responds with is the most earth-shattering, beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I kiss him passionately. It’s madness and depravity. His lips slant against mine like they were made to mold against my mouth. His teeth pull my lip anytime I moan out in pleasure.
“Are we taking this into the bedroom?” I ask. My breaths are frantic, and I couldn’t control them if I tried. This is beyond cardio. This is my heart hammering out a furious pace in warning.
With both hands under my bottom, he picks me up and carries me down the hallway and into his dimly litbedroom. Our kiss stays fierce and tangled as he walks, and I don’t even wonder if he’ll drop me. He’s multitasking like a boss, and I’m sure if I asked, he’d be able to carry out a few other tasks at the same time. Grinning against his mouth, I tell him how hot he’s making me.
He pulls away when we’re at the foot of his bed. One glance and I’m certain his space looks exactly the same as it did before. There’s not a thing out of place. The big pieces of luggage are gone. There is another candle burning on a low dresser that draws my eye.
“I wanted it to smell nice,” he explains and inhales against my neck. “I didn’t realize you’d smell so delicious on your own.”
I need to ask Charlotte the name of that perfume. Mental note made.
“I would’ve fucked you even if it smelled like sawdust. That was kind of hot, too,” I say, then bite his lip and tease it with my tongue.
Macs’s eyes flutter closed. His eyelashes are thick and fan against the top of his cheeks. This man is so fucking exquisite I know I’ll never tire of looking at him. His hands squeeze my ass a little harder as he lowers my body down his stomach and then presses me against his erection.
He’s hard. He’s ready. Our kiss ends abruptly when he sets me on the edge of his bed and backs up a step or two. He’s watching me, and I know exactly what he wants. This is familiar territory. I strip out of my shirt and bra and stand to peel my pants and thong off. I turn around and bend over the bed to give him a perfect view of what he finally gets to take for his own. I look overmy shoulder, and he’s staying put. Maybe he wants me to dance. I sway a little bit, creating a song in my head.
“My entire bed smelled like you. Even after I washed everything twice,” he says, voice gruff.
“Did you like that?”
