Page 86 of Sergeant O'
We lay tangled in the sheets, the sound of the surf floating in through the open window. My body felt sore in all the right places, but I couldn’t turn my brain off.
I knew we’d just made love.
I’d felt connected to his soul, not just his body, and I wasn’t sure what to do with that.
He brushed his lips against my temple, then pulled me closer, and I let him. I wanted to stay right there, wrapped up in him, pretending nothing outside those walls existed.
But I knew better.
I’d promised myself I wouldn’t confuse sex with more, and here I was, wondering what it would be like to fall asleep in his arms every night.
Fortunately, he hadn’t brought up us being together in Haven Springs again, and we had five more days before we had to leave, so I still had time before deciding anything.
I shifted against him, trying to get comfortable, and muttered, “You’re like a furnace.”
“Guess I’ll save you money on heating bills,” he said, as he played with my hair.
I snorted. “Yeah, that’s exactly what I’m looking for in a man. Lower utility costs.”
He grinned, unbothered. “Good to know I’m practicalandhandsome.”
I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help smiling. “You forgot modest.”
“Sunshine, modesty’s never been my strong suit.”
I swatted his stomach, but he caught my hand and pressed a kiss to my knuckles.
I smirked. “You’re kind of likable off-duty.”
“Let’s keep that our little secret. I have worked hard on my grumpy reputation; I don’t want it getting ruined.”
“My lips are sealed.”
He leaned in and murmured against my mouth, “Hopefully not with me,” before he kissed me again.
“No,” I replied with a sigh when we broke the kiss. “Not with you. In fact…” I pushed his shoulders, so he lay on his back with his head against the pillow while I shimmied down the mattress and reached for his cock that was already hard again. “Let me show you how unsealed they are with you.”
He put his arm behind his head with a salacious grin.
“I like where this is going.”
I met his eyes and didn’t avert my gaze when I ran my tongue around the crown of his cock.
His nostrils flared, and he closed his eyes briefly before snapping them back open, like he didn’t want to miss a thing.
He reached for my hair and held it away from my face so his view wasn’t obstructed.
I chose that time to take him deep in my throat, and he let out a long groan. “Fuuuuck, Sunshine.”
My hand followed the rhythm of my mouth, moving up to meet it while I bobbed my head up and down his shaft. His hold on my hair tightened as he set the pace, his breath catching with every movement.
I let out a soft moan that I knew vibrated through his body. His answering groan came rough and low, and I couldn’t help but smile around his dick in my mouth.
I loved being the cause of him losing control.
He tugged on my hair to try and pull me away.
His voice broke as he warned, “Baby, I’m going to come if you keep doing that.”
