Page 39 of A SEAL's Heart
To get the ball rolling again, I pull my shirt over her head.
She smiles and slides her hands over her breasts. I watch, mesmerized, as she caresses her body, touching herself in a slow gentle way. One hand tugs on her nipple, and she tilts her head back. I imagine the little moan escaping her lips.
When her other hand slides between her legs, I can’t stand it any longer.
I slide my hand into my boxers and grip myself, imagining it’s me between her legs where her hand is.
Her eyes roll backwards, and her head drops back. She parts her legs and I almost lose it, watching her pleasuring herself.
My rhythm becomes more urgent as hers does. Her careful considered moves turn more erratic, and she leans onto her palm. Her spare hand presses against the window, and her mouth pops open. As I watch Avery come undone, I give myself a final tug and come undone with her.
“Arggh.” I grunt at my release, and it’s the closest I’ve come to saying her name.
I’m panting hard, with my palm pressed against the window. When I look up, she’s got the towel wrapped around her again.
She gives me a satisfied smile and wiggles her fingers at me in a wave. Then she pulls the curtain closed.
I’m still reeling from my release, and I wish she was here. I wish I could pull her close and kiss her and make her come undone all over again.
I grab my phone and start a text.
You’re incredible…I delete the words.
I’m on a post orgasm high; I can’t write words that will give her false hope that this is anything other than the casual thing we agreed.
I try again.
You’re beautiful Avery and fucking amazing… damn, too personal. I want to tell her she makes me feel alive, that she makes me want to stay. But how can I tell her these things? It’s not fair to say things to her when I don’t know if I’m even going to stay in this town.
I delete the words and try again.
Goodnight
I hit send and climb into bed. My thoughts go to Avery and how she makes my body come alive. My plan was to sell the house and leave, but how am I ever going to leave Avery?
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My hands slip, and I grasp the edges of the flatscreen tighter and give a grunt, the only sign I can give Marcus that he’s moving too fast.
He eases up on his end, and I step backwards out of the door as the top of the flatscreen passes under the doorframe.
“And we’re through,” Marcus says quietly as if he’s speaking into a headset. The guy has a way of turning everything into a mission.
Hudson climbs into the back of the truck and takes one end of the flatscreen as we pass it up to him. The blanket I’ve thrown over it to protect the scene catches on the side of the sofa, and I climb into the truck to help secure it. The flatscreen should fetch a good price at the auction, and I don’t want it getting scratched.
Are you taking a job with Joel?” Hudson asks. “I mean a proper job, not just lugging shit around.”
We’ve gutted the buildings and cleared the land of debris, and Joel is moving ahead with the rebuild. He needs construction work now, and he’s hinted at something more permanent when the center opens. But I don’t know how one damaged soldier can help another.
I shrug my shoulders.
“You can do security,” Marcus quips. “Follow people around and not say a word. Scary as fuck.”
Hudson and Marcus set the flatscreen against the wall of the truck, and I secure it with a bungee cord.
“You’re not planning on leaving are you?” Hudson eyes me suspiciously. “Is that why you’re selling all this?”
