She gazed back at him, wide-eyed.
“The tequila tasting night. You laughed at something Carrie had said, and after that I couldn’t take my eyes off you. You were so beautiful. You are so beautiful.” He bent his head to capture her mouth with his again, a long, heartfelt kiss. He pushed back and found his shaft, sliding it through her wet heat. Another groan ripped from his chest at the incredible sensation of pure contact. His body throbbed with need.
He found her opening and locked his gaze with hers as he pushed in. The physical sensation was out of this fucking world, shocking and electrifying, but the emotions that poured through him were nothing he’d ever experienced—this ultimate trust and intimacy made it all the more intense and profound.
“Beck,” she whispered on another soft moan. “Feels so good.”
“Yeah. So fucking good.” He pulled back and nearly lost his mind at the sublime sensation. She was wet and hot and tight. A growl rose in his throat and he again pressed into her slick heat. He couldn’t stop his body from moving now, in and out of hers. Her thighs gripped his hips and she met his strokes, their eyes joined, her lips parted, her soft cries exciting him even more. He sank deep and pulled away, pressure building inside him dark and fast.
She rocked up into him and her body clenched around him as she gave a long, low wail, her body arching beneath him, her fingernails biting into his shoulders in sweet stings. The feel of her gripping him like that pulled him over, and the pressure building low inside him released. Hot electricity ran up his spine, down his arms and legs as he pumped deep and hard into Hayden’s body, marking her in the most primitive, intimate way there was, with his seed inside her.
They soared.
The world spun around them and time fell away as they flew, stars surrounding them, brilliant, incandescent, radiant. So slowly, they floated back to earth, wrapped in each other’s arms.
For a long moment he couldn’t speak. Then he nipped her ear with his lips. “You’re mine, Hayden. Never letting you go.”
She held on tight, her lips against his shoulder, ankles still hooked around his back, holding him there. “Never,” she agreed.
He lifted his head from where he’d buried it in the side of her neck, to gaze solemnly down at her. She blinked hazy eyes at him, the corners of her mouth lifting. “I love you,” he said quietly.
“I love you too.”
He kissed her again, putting all his emotion into the kiss, until they were both breathless again. He rolled to the side, bringing her with him, his cock half hard, still inside her.
“Jesus, Hayden. I wanted to teach you about pleasure. About using your senses to experience it all. But that was nothing…without you. Without your love. This…this is everything.”
“Yes,” she whispered. “Everything.”
They lay quietly together for a while, petting and kissing. Then Hayden said, “Tell me about the Trident Foundation.”
“Huh. Well, I started it as a way to raise funds for operators’ families. My original plan was to make money and then donate it to other nonprofits that are already serving the special operations community. But then I realized if I wanted to make sure operators and their families were properly cared for, we needed to do it ourselves. I want that control. I want to stay small, so we can respond quickly when there’s a need.”
“You give money of your own?”
“Of course. But I don’t want to just hand over money. I want to help.”
“That’s so awesome, Beck.”
“A few months ago, a helicopter was shot down in Afghanistan and all the operators on board were killed. We were able to help the families with a bunch of different services. I mean, they’re overwhelmed at a time like that, grieving, but also having to deal with so many things.”
“You must have people running the foundation for you.”
“Oh yeah, for sure. There’s a great team. I needed experts involved, but I try to help when I can.”
“Would you have been able to keep doing that if you moved to Boston?”
“I’d definitely keep the foundation going, but I wouldn’t be able to be so involved. That was part of my decision too.”
“Do your parents know about it?”
“No.”
“Beck. You should tell them.”
“Whatever. They wouldn’t care.”
She sighed. “I think they would. I just…I love you so much, I can’t imagine anyone not caring, especially your family.”
“Well, you haven’t met them yet.”
“Yet?”
He kissed her forehead. “You’re in my life now. They’re going to have to know about you. Any skeletons in your closet you haven’t told me about? Because chances are good they’ll do a background check on you.”