Page 30 of A SEAL's Heart
I’ve never had a one-night stand in all my life. I’ve never even been all the way with a man before. But I need this. I need this with him.
“That’s fine with me.” I keep my voice steadier than what I feel. “I don’t want anything else either.”
Something dark flashes across his features before he schools them into a neutral expression. He puts the notepad down, and his breathing is ragged. I bite my lower lip, hoping he won’t change his mind.
Suddenly, Ed slides an arm under my legs and the other around my back, and as he stands up off the couch, he lifts me up with him.
“Hey!”
I’m not a small woman, but he carries me with ease through the room and up the stairs. We bypass the bedrooms and come to the narrow staircase that leads to the attic. It’s too narrow for him to carry me up, so he sets me down and motions for me to go on up.
“Is this where you’ve been sleeping?” My head comes out at the small room at the top of the stairs. The angle of the roof here means you can only stand up in the middle. There’s an air mattress on the floor and a black duffel bag with Ed’s clothes folded inside.
This is why the bedrooms downstairs were untouched. Ed still doesn’t feel he deserves the house.
Fresh tears threaten my eyes, and this time they’re for the man in front of me. “You don’t have to hide up here.”
I thump my fist on his chest, and he shakes his head. I’m not sure what he’s trying to tell me, but a moment later his mouth closes over mine and I lose all sense of myself.
He walks me backward until my feet hit the air mattress. His thumbs hook under the sweater I’m wearing. His sweater. I’ve worn it every day since he loaned it to me.
He pulls it over my head and then the t-shirt I’ve got on underneath. I cross my hands over myself, embarrassed to show him my body.
People have teased me about my shape all my life, but Ed doesn’t seem to mind. He gently pulls my hands away and drops them by my sides. He takes a step back, and his gaze sweeps over my body. And it’s full of heat. His hand slides up my arm and around my waist as he pulls me toward him. His fingers work my bra, unclasping it with one hand. He eases the straps off my shoulders, and this time, as the bra falls to the floor, I resist the urge to cover myself.
Ed takes a step backward and sucks in a breath. There’s hunger in his eyes as his gaze roves over me, and that makes me bold. I slide a hand up the smooth skin of my belly and over my breasts. Ed watches, mesmerized, as I tug on my hardened nipple.
As he watches me, I’m gripped with a desire so overwhelming, it makes my legs unsteady. I tug at his t-shirt, wanting to feel his solidness against mine.
He pulls it over his head, and I gasp at the scars his battle-worn body carries. He has a SEAL trident tattooed on his chest, and a bone frog tattooed on his arm. But it’s the scars I’m curious about. I’m dying to ask where he got them, all but I don’t want to stop the moment.
Ed must feel the same, because he drops to his knees and his lips press to my belly. I try to suck it in, but as his hand inches up my skin to my breast, all thoughts of trying to look skinny flee my mind. I relax under his touch, leaning into the caress of his lips as he twists my nipple in his mouth.
One hand tangle in his hair, and my head tilts back. His other hand slides up my thighs, pushing them apart as he slips that hand between them. Heat jolts through my body at his touch, and I cry out. There are layers between us and he takes care of them, rolling my leggings down my thighs and my ankles and helping me step out of them.
Then his hungry mouth comes back to my nipples. He tugs on a nipple with his teeth, sending darts of please straight between my legs. My breathing gets shallow, and I pant harder and faster. His hand slides between my legs and over my mound.
The sensation makes me cry out, and there’s a climax building inside of me I can’t control much longer.
His finger pushes my panties aside, and then his palm cups my most sensitive area. I cry out and push against his palm. All my pleasure endings are concentrated on the point of his finger, and he knows how to wield it.
My body jerks as the climax breaks, and sweet release cascades through my body. All the tension I’ve been holding in dissipates, and there’s nothing in the world but this incredible sensation.
I’m still panting moments later when Ed puts my panties carefully back in place. He stands up, and in the dim light desire flashes in his eyes.
My body takes in his muscular build, the determined gleam in his eyes, and the hard package that’s bulging underneath his pants.
He doesn’t need to speak to tell me what he wants.
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Avery peers up at me half satisfied and half frightened. I thought getting her off would be enough. That I could give her what she needs and then back down. Do the right thing and send her home. But the desire coursing through my veins is making me lose all sense of what’s right and wrong.
She has no idea how beautiful she looks standing before me in nothing but her soaking wet panties, her body heaving in a post orgasmic glow. A better man would stop here. A better man would send her home satisfied and then take care of himself.
But I can’t send her away. I can’t ask her if she still wants to keep going either. Instead, I tug my sweatpants off and then my boxers. Her eyes go wide when she sees my cock standing to attention and pointing straight at her.
