Page 70 of Corey
His cock pressed between her slick folds, but he didn’t surge inside of her. Instead, he kissed her thoroughly, all tongue and delicious desperation, as his fingers found her clit and worked her into a frenzy.
In no time, she was arching against his hand. Her aching pussy was weeping for him, and if he didn’t slide inside her soon, she was going to shove him onto his back and take over. Take his pulsing cock deeper than ever before. God, she felt half feral herself.
“Condom,” he hissed.
“No,” she moaned softly. “I need to feel you. Nothing between us.”
His eyes glittered like shards of ice as he began to sink into her wet heat. The way his cock stretched her to her absolute limits made her eyes roll back in her head. Nothing felt more right. She would be sore tomorrow, but that delicious kind of sore that made her feel sexy and wanted.
“Sera, eyes on me.” His rough voice made her eyes open. Lacing their fingers together, gazes locked, he began to move his hips. Long, deep, dragging thrusts. She almost wept. It was too good, their connection too profound.
Whatever was happening between them defied words. All she knew was Corey had the power to shatter her and then rebuild her into something stronger.
“Oh, God.” Her inner walls began to spasm, tightening around his cock, and the building pressure released in waves ofpure ecstasy. Crying out his name, her hips bucked and her nails scratched down his back.
As she shuddered beneath him, riding out her orgasm, he began to move faster. Thrusting harder, hitting her deepest, most secret spots no one ever had the power to reach before. He climaxed with a roar, emptying inside her, then took her mouth in a long, passionate, possessive kiss.
They stayed connected for several long moments, letting their heartbeats and breathing slow down as they held each other. Eventually, he released her and rolled away.
“Be right back,” he whispered and pressed another kiss to her lips. She watched him get up and walk away with hungry eyes. She would never get enough of him. Never.
He returned with a warm washcloth. After gently cleaning between her legs, he got rid of it and grabbed the pillows off the couch. Building a comfy pile, he leaned back, pulled her into his arms and drew a soft throw blanket over their naked bodies. She burrowed against him, and they stared at the crackling fire, as though needing time to process what just happened.
“I was so broken before you,” he finally whispered. “No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get my shit together.”
Her heart leapt, and she knew he was going to confide in her about his past. About what had hurt him so badly and saddled him with crushing guilt and nightmares. Other than his love, the realization that he trusted her—completely—was possibly the greatest gift she’d ever received.
“You can tell me anything, Corey.” She covered his hand with hers.
“I know.” He released a soft sigh. “I don’t have any family—except for the Motley Crew. My parents had me when they were older and I’m an only child. Mom died of cancer and Dad passed away not long after. I’d just turned eighteen and decided to join the Navy. Our neighbor was a crusty, old former SEAL full of stories, and I wanted to see the world like he had.”
“Fuck cancer.” She tilted her head back so she could see his face. “Your parents must’ve been wonderful. They certainly did an amazing job raising you.”
“Yeah, I miss them. They were a little old-fashioned, but very wise and taught me to always treat others with kindness.”
“I miss my parents, too. Sometimes, I still expect my mom to call. I miss her voice. Dad’s, too.”
Corey pressed his lips to her hair. “We have a lot in common.”
She nodded. “Did you like the Navy?”
“I loved it. The constant challenges pushed me in ways I’d never been pushed before, and I thrived in the water. I also met Murph and we were inseparable. We eventually wound up on the same team—Red Squadron. I thought I could handle any op that came my way, but I was wrong.”
Wrapping her fingers around his large hand, she lifted it up and pressed it against her heart. “What happened?” she asked quietly.
“We were on a mission in Kabul. An American hostage had been seen in a local hospital there and our job was to get her out and bring her home. And I fucked up. Fucked up so goddamn badly that we not only lost the hostage—Cassidy—but we also lost two guys on my team, including my commander.”
“Oh, Corey, I’m so sorry.”
“I was second-in-command,” he explained, his voice taking on a haunted tone, “so when the shit hit the fan and Lone Star went down, I was in charge. The hospital came under attack and rockets blew part of it away, cutting off our planned escape route. I made the call to use the southwest exit.”
His head dropped forward and she squeezed his hand.
“Cassidy was clinging to me.” He pulled in a harsh breath. “She was blonde and had blue eyes…like you. I had to carry her because she had a broken ankle. She was so scared and I— I promised to get her out safely. I lied. We walked straight into a trap.”
The raw pain that flashed over his face made her heart break. “You couldn’t have known.”
“Every other possible exit wasn’t an option after the rockets hit and tangoes were closing in fast. The place was collapsing around us. I knew snipers’ nests were out there, but I risked it anyway.”
