Page 24 of Rescue Me (Tempting SEALs 6.10)

In answer, Sam crushed his mouth back down on hers as he thrust inside her again and again. Strong and relentless, he controlled the speed and intensity of his thrusts as if he could read her body’s every action and reaction.

Harder and harder. Closer and closer together, until she couldn’t tell where he began and she ended.

Elizabeth opened her eyes, and Sam’s were there, also open, waiting for her, consuming her with the heat of his gaze. She let her lashes fall, scared he’d see too much. I love you. I loveyou, Iloveyou. Blood thundered in her ears, roaring through her veins in a sweet blaze that left her shaking and needy. She held him with every well-toned muscle, inside and out, as he plunged into her like a hard-driven weapon. Hunger was its own reward and carried its own demand.

Elizabeth buried her face against Sam’s shoulder, but that didn’t muffle her scream as they climaxed together hard and fast.

“I’m a noodle,” she gasped, her legs refusing to unclasp.

“Since we’re here, might as well make use of the rest of the water.” Which was now decidedly cool. It felt good on her burning skin. Sam reached for the liquid soap in a container on the wall, and started washing her, starting with her hair.

Elizabeth leaned her head against the tiled wall, eyes closed as he used his large hands to wash her face and throat, then trailed his fingers over her soapy breasts until she muttered, “No fair,” and slid her legs from around his hips so she could stand. Her legs felt even more noodley than before.

She pushed the button on the container and got a handful of scentless soap in her palm. “You are a dirty, dirty boy.”

“Man.”

Her hands slicked down his sides, then honed in on his erection. Cupping his length, she smiled as her soapy fingers tightened around him. “All man, all the time,” she agreed. “This is going to take me some time, so lean back and close your eyes. I’ll let you know when I’m done.”

Sam’s chuckle turned into a groan as Elizabeth skimmed her lips from his chest down to his rock-hard belly as her slick fingers went to work. “Just so you know,” she said, when her mouth reached the nest of crisp dark hair at his groin, “this is uncharted territory for me, so let me know if I don’t do it right.”

In answer Sam tangled his fingers in her wet hair. “You’re doing it—Jesus, Beth!” he said as she tentatively took him into her mouth and used her tongue to make his entire body jerk satisfactorily. “Per-fec-tly.”

Just before he came, Sam pulled her up, and kissed her.

“Didn’t you want to—”

“Plenty of time,” he assured her, grabbing another handful of soap. He skimmed his large hand down over her belly, then slid his fingers deep inside her, bringing her to a surprise, and immediate, climax before she knew it.

“Holy Mother of God. We’re going to kill each other.” She gasped as he withdrew his fingers and let her body sag against his as she fought to regain her breath and her equilibrium. “Give me a sec to get my breath, and then let’s get out of here. I want to make love with you in that bed I didn’t see in there.”

They took turns washing each other, then made love again slowly, the cold water pounding on Sam’s back spraying her and making her shiver deliciously.

After the longest shower in history, where the water ran cold as they ran hot, he carried her to the bed, where Sam turned the tables on her as he spread her thighs and feasted on her until she cried out mindlessly and begged for mercy. Thankfully he knew when to not take no for an answer, and drove her over the edge of an unknown precipice until her body was so attuned to his that she couldn’t imagine being anywhere than right here, with his mouth between her legs, and the hum of the plane’s engines throbbing through her body like an extra pulse.

Exhausted as they were, they made love again slowly. Then again, more quickly. Finally, too tired to move, they slept, curved around each other as the plane chased the sun.

THE PLANE LANDED AT an airfield Elizabeth didn’t recognize, although she knew where they were. Just outside Brandon. Her stomach was doing flip-flops. This was it. Elizabeth undid her seatbelt as the small plane taxied down the runway and into an enormous hangar. “Now what?” She was talking about more than just the next few moments.

The door to the hangar closed behind the plane, and they were plunged into semidarkness just before the lights in the cabin came to life.

Sam’s expression was unreadable. Back in Montana for five seconds and he was already the same old inscrutable Sam Pelton. “I’m going home,” he told her, shouldering his packs and starting off down the aisle.

“Oh.” Her stomach hurt, but she didn’t complain as she rose to follow him. She’d expected it really. Hoped that they might have a future together, but known that was highly unlikely. Known all along that she’d only had him temporarily. The knowledge didn’t lessen the ache of loss in her chest. It didn’t make the prickle in her eyes go away. She swallowed the almost unbearable disappointment as she drank in the sight of his tall muscular body just a few feet in front of her as he strode toward the door to the plane which now stood open.

He paused in the wide aisle and turned around to face her again, blocking her way. Reaching out, he cupped her jaw and Elizabeth heard the thud-thud as the packs dropped to the carpeted floor behind him. “When I say I’m going home, I mean I’m going wherever you are. I love you, Beth. Have from the moment I laid eyes on you. I want to marry you. I want to take you to Italy, and make love to you in the sunshine, and in moonlight. I want babies with you. And a dog. And a garden for the kids and dogs to play in, with room for our tent. I want the whole package, Dr. Elizabeth Bennett Goodall. With you.”

Heart singing with happiness, she wrapped her arms around his neck, lips curved in a triumphant smile. “I love you, Sam.”

“Marry me,” he whispered against her waiting mouth. “I promise you the adventure of a lifetime.”

“Yes,” she said when he let her up for air. “Wherever you are will be my adventure. Let’s go home, my love.”

ATLANTA

HEAT

LORA

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