Page 24 of Honk if You Love Real Men (Tempting SEALs 1)

She reached for the wide stem of his coc

k, holding steady as she fitted him to her swollen opening. He was large, much larger than any other man she’d been with, and she had to force herself down, feeling her flesh slowly give way as he entered, a thick spike of steel and heat and raw passion.

I want him. Wild me, naughty me, sweet nice kind me. Brazen, she pushed at his shoulders, tilting her weight into him so they tipped over onto the mattress with a jounce. His hands remained at her hips, his cock wedged inside her. They were locked—the plunge onto the bed had given her another inch of him, and then more as she rocked her pelvis, opening, spreading with short panting downward thrusts. She was full, too full, and there was more of him to take.

“Slow,” Jesse whispered. “Easy. Give yourself a minute to adjust.”

She leaned into his chest, drained and weak. “I’m greedy. I want you all.”

“You’re small. But we’ll get there.”

His face was strained, every muscle in his abdomen rigid and quivering. He was trying to hold back and instead of understanding she gave him a hard biting kiss to incite him. Nasty me. “I want to be there now.” She grabbed his shoulders. “You have to fuck me.”

“Damn it, Estrella.” His head twisted away. “I was trying to be considerate.”

“I know. And that’s appreciated. But now I’m giving you permission”

“Fuck,” he said, and she thought, yes, please, as he clamped her body beneath his big hands and rolled her over. She barely had time to wind her legs around his lean hips to keep him close, but it turned out that didn’t matter, because as soon as her butt hit the bed, he was pile-driving into her, forcing the air out of her lungs, the bones from her hip sockets, the “Sweet” from her cry of “Jesus!”

She loved it.

He slammed her. She asked for more, and faster, inflaming him with her willing body. Their mating wasn’t pretty or graceful. It was about sweat and hunger and hard-core sex. They fed into each other and off each other, twisting and grinding, unwilling to slow until they came, together, crashing through to the point where they’d lost all contact with physical sensation except the white hot burn-out of a roaring climax.

“Oh man,” Estrella said some time later—she wasn’t sure how long—as the feeling came seeping back in through her fingers and toes. “I think I passed out.”

Jesse was facedown on a pillow. “You okay?”

“I will be.”

He put his hand between her legs. Like a homing pigeon, she thought, wincing a little as she straightened a knee. When had she bent that way? Better yet, how?

There was something nagging at her, but his fingers were more important. He caressed gently, easing the burn. Oh yeah. Eve.

“Listen.” Estrella tried to raise up on her elbows, then gave up, flopping over into a slanted patch of moonlight. “Jesse.” For a couple of seconds her fuzzy brain lingered on the satisfaction of saying his name, but then she flexed her tongue and refocused. This was Very Important. “You can stay, but we’ve got to be up early. I have work. Okay?”

“Sure. So do I.”

“Don’t forget.” There was a clock to set and they had lots of time between now and then, but if he always screwed so hard, there was no telling what she’d lose track of—the time, her head, maybe even her heart.

Chapter Six

Estrella in the starlight.

She thought he’d forget any detail about this night? Never.

Jesse watched her for a long while, dozing with her peaceful face bathed in the silvery light from the wall of windows. She was deservedly exhausted. The first time, that raw, wild pounding, hadn’t been enough for either of them. After an hour of recovery, she’d gone searching for condoms in the bathroom and had returned triumphant. Even surprised. If her body hadn’t already told him, that reaction would have—she wasn’t accustomed to this. He would have to be more gentle, no matter how wicked she got with her tongue or her provocative words.

He’d been surprised too. Gentleness had come easy to him. He’d thought he’d lost that capacity years ago. Maybe it was having a woman like her that did it. She gave him reason.

Jesse laid his head on the down pillow. He wasn’t worried about sleeping too late. He never did. Prison had hardwired him to wake up at every sound.

Of course, there was no comfort in prison like Estrella to keep him in bed. He turned and pressed against the back of her curled body. She woke enough to snuggle her ass into his groin. The warmth of her spread through him. She was a sturdy little space heater, but soft, so very soft. . . .

His arm went around her, intending to hug, until his hand found her breasts and he cupped their sweet weight. Her nipples formed two hard points beneath his pattering fingers.

“Jesse,” she murmured.

“Shhh.” He forced his hand to go still.

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