Page 26 of SEAL's Patience
“Aren’t you getting undressed, too?” She asked as she straightened up, naked. The condo wasn’t cold, but as his gaze swept over her, her nipples tingled and tightened into hard peaks.
Patience had a second to wonder if she was out of her depth, before he reached behind his head to pull his shirt off. That had to be the sexiest thing she’d ever seen, and she clenched her knees together. Then she focused on his defined pectoral muscles. Her hand went to her mouth to check for drool. His arms were just as defined. Sure, she’d known he was in good shape as an active-duty SEAL, but holy wow.
“Just taking in the view.” He smirked. His pupils dilated with arousal, and he pulled his lower lip between his teeth.
Patience shivered and worried that she was leaking down her inner thighs. Her clinical mind couldn’t process all the feelings bombarding her as he admired her. She knew she wasn’t anything special, short, curvy, her thighs too thick. His appreciation of her didn’t track with what she expected.
“You’re fucking gorgeous. It’s a sin you’re hiding all of that under those over-sized Ready Room T-shirts.”
She didn’t know how to respond. Thankfully, it didn’t look like he was waiting for a response. Doubly good, since her tongue was stuck to the roof of her mouth as he unbuckled his belt and opened his jeans.
She’d thought seeing him take off his shirt was hot, but watching him slide his jeans and boxer briefs down his muscular thighs removed her ability to breathe. Her legs gave out, and she dropped onto the couch as he kicked them toward her pile of clothes and took a step toward her, his hard cock bouncing against his stomach.
“My eyes are up here, little doc.” He smirked.
It should have pissed her off, but her brain short-circuited as her fantasies materialized in her living room.
“Change your mind?”
CHAPTER 14
QUINN
If Quinn was a better man, he’d have stormed out of the front door after he’d ended their kiss. Instead, he’d given in to the desire they’d been dancing around for months. As he watched, her eyes widened and color suffused her chest, spreading up her neck to her cheeks. He wondered if she was having second thoughts.
“No, not at all.”
Quinn wasn’t sure if he was happy or not about her answer. He couldn’t remember the last time his cock was this hard. She was perfection, everything he craved. Patience had curves in all the right places, and her breasts. Fuck. More than a handful, and her taut rose-colored nipples just begged for his mouth.
“If you change your mind at any point, tell me to stop. Understand?” His voice came out gruffer than he’d intended, but it was taking everything he had not to fall on her and shove his cock between her milky thighs.
Patience nodded.
“Words, little doc. I need to hear you.”
“Yes, I understand.”
Letting out the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding; he leaned over to pull his wallet out of his jeans and grabbed asilver packet tucked inside. After a glance at her, he tossed it on the coffee table, so he’d be able to reach it easily when he was ready. First, he needed to make sure she was.
If this was going to be the only time he had with Patience, he’d ensure she saw fireworks. As Quinn met her determined gaze, he reminded himself she was an innocent. Not a sub or a working girl—the only women he’d ever fucked. He’d need to be gentle, or as gentle as possible for him.
Quinn dropped to his knees in front of Patience. “Lean back and spread your legs for me, beautiful.”
She wiggled backward until she hit the back of the couch. Her eyes tracked his movements, her tongue slid across her bottom lip, leaving a trail of saliva he couldn’t resist.
Quinn leaned forward, his hand circled her neck, as he balanced on the other. His tongue traced along the same path, licking up the dampness she’d left behind. Her pulse raced under his hand as her exhaled breaths teased over the skin of his wrist. Unable to resist a moment longer, he sucked her bottom lip between his, then nipped it with his teeth.
Her pupils dilated, and she made a cute, frustrated moan. “Please Quinn, don’t tease me…”
“Little doc, this isn’t teasing, but I’ll be happy to demonstrate how it would feel.” His balls tightened at the thought of edging her for hours. It had been a long time, too long, since he’d fucked anyone. He was probably going to embarrass himself by coming as soon as he got into her tight little cunt.
“Oh, hell no. This is already torture,” she whined.
He sat back on his heels, then slid his hands over her calves and up her thighs. Her skin felt like silk against his war-roughened palms, reminding him again how he needed to go easy on her. As he spread her wide, her pink pussy lips glistened with arousal. She smelled like sex and peaches, and his mouth watered with his need to taste her.
“What are you?—”
“Eyes on me, little doc.” His words cut her off. He wanted her to watch him as he ate her out. Needed to see her reactions, even though it never mattered to him before. Quinn had no trouble giving women mind-blowing orgasms—never had a single complaint. But the need to ensure he rocked Patience’s world stoked a desire he hadn’t known existed. Not that he wanted to analyze that thought.
