Page 29 of A SEAL's Heart
“It doesn’t have to mean anything,” she whispers. “Just kiss me. Kiss me until I don’t feel anything.”
My breath comes in shallow puffs, and my dick aches with need. It’s been a long time since I was intimate with a woman, and having Avery this close is driving me wild. I’m not sure how much more I can take without giving into my need for her.
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AVERY
My breath comes in shallow gasps as I kiss the side of Ed’s mouth. His eyes close and a guttural sound rumbles in his chest. He stays still while I move my lips across his right cheek. Then I move onto the left.
My fingertip trails across the line of his scar, and I plant a kiss on the rough skin. He closes his eyes, and I trace the scar with my lips. I kiss his jawline and his cheek, moving upwards until l reach the soft skin below his ear.
“I need this, Ed.” It’s not ladylike to beg, but I’ll get down on my knees if I have to.
I’m not thinking straight, but all I know is that kissing Ed is the first time the pain has stopped.
I want more of that. I want to forget about dead brothers and happy times when we were kids and the grief on Mom’s face when the officers came to the door.
I want to forget about all of it for a while.
I kiss his earlobe and breathe against his skin, letting my breath tickle his neck. “I want this, Ed. Kiss me.”
I feel the moment he caves. The moment his SEAL resolve snaps.
He turns his head, and I catch the flash of desire in his eyes before he grabs my cheeks in his hands and pulls me toward him.
The kiss is insistent and firm. His hand tangles in my hair, and my chest bumps up against his. My nipples harden under my layers of clothing as they brush against his hard chest.
His hands slide down my back, and he cups my ass. In one quick movement, he hauls me onto his lap. I slide my arms around his neck, and he pauses to look at me. There’s a question in his expression, and he doesn’t need to write the words for me to know what he’s asking.
“Yes. I want this,” I say breathlessly.
His hand runs up my thigh, sending jolts of heat through my body. I squeeze my thighs against him, but it does nothing to ease the ache building between my legs.
It started with a kiss but now my body burns, and I won’t be satisfied until I get a release.
Ed’s tortured expression and sad, longing eyes reveal his inner turmoil. I want desire to win. I want him to answer to the attraction that’s between us. I want him to touch me and kiss me. Hard.
He brushes my cheeks, wiping away the last of the tears. His hand moves down my cheek to my chin, then down my neck. His rough palm glides over my throat, and I gasp at the sensation.
My head tilts back, and I angle my chest at him as shoots of pleasure skitter through my body. My body squirms under his touch. I want more of it. I want to shed my clothing and be close to him.
Ed holds up a finger, imploring me to be patient. He reaches behind him for his notepad and scribbles something.
Are you sure this is what you want?
I nod. I don’t want to think about the consequences. I don’t want to think about tomorrow.
“I need this.”
He scribbles something else and holds up the notepad.
I can’t offer you anything.
The words jolt me to the reality of what this is. Two people with a physical attraction to each other. We’re not dating, and there are no expectations.
Ed’s a man who enjoys being on his own. He wants to have sex with me, but it will never be anything else. I don’t know what else I expected.
Still, it’s jarring seeing the words written down. It makes it clear. There’s no room for misinterpretation.
