Unfortunately, the slightest touch between the two of them was never enough. Maybe in a few years, he could touch her and not feel this overwhelming need to make love to her. Yeah, he thought as she turned around in his arms, in twenty or thirty years, he might be able to hold back from her.
Not today, he thought, as she lifted her lips to him. Mike had always thought of himself as highly self-disciplined. He'd had to be in order to make it through SEAL training. But Halley as temptation was on a whole different level!
Turning her around, he pulled her into his arms, lifting her up slightly and almost groaning when she willingly pressed her soft curves against his body. "Halley," he groaned, forgetting the trespasser at her house, the questions he still had to ask her, and all of the gossip he'd initiated earlier today by dragging her out of the grocery store. Nothing could pull him away from Halley.
Her fingers crept up his chest, eventually touching the skin of his neck and that was the end of his sanity. Lifting her into his arms, he kissed her as he carried her to his bedroom. Once there, he set her back on her feet, his hands quickly divesting her of her clothes. When she was standing in front of him in just a black lace bra and lace underwear, he groaned with a lust so strong, he struggled to stop himself from tossing her onto the bed and making love to her in a frenzy. But this was Halley. He loved the way she touched him and the feel of her soft skin under his fingers, the way she wiggled, smiled when he touched her in certain places. He'd discovered so many of those secret places last night and he wanted more, he wanted to touch all of them again and then find out where else she might enjoy being touched.
Halley couldn't believe this was happening. And darn it, he was going too slowly! "Mike," she whispered as her fingers moved away from the skin on his neck to the buttons on his uniform. He was wearing that stupid bullet proof vest under his uniform and she hated it! She couldn't feel him and, at this particular moment, she was desperate to feel every inch of him!
Her fingers trembled as she worked on the buttons to his shirt. She couldn't get them undone fast enough! With a frustrated sound, she worked the buttons, eventually getting them free and pushing the shirt off of his shoulder. Unfortunately, that stupid vest was still in the way.
She ignored his chuckle at her frustration, too relieved when he pulled the Velcro straps of the vest out of the way, lifting the vest over his head and tossing it onto the floor. Halley almost cried when she realized that he had a white tee-shirt on underneath that vest, but his hands were already lifting the material out of his pants, lifting that shirt, he tossed it off to the side as well.
Before it hit the floor, her hands were spread out, exploring his chest, enjoying the flex of his muscles under her fingers and the rapid beat of his pulse that was pounding almost as fast as hers. She loved the way his fingers clenched at her waist as she moved across the impossibly broad expanse of his chest, moving higher to test the texture of the skin running taut across his shoulders. "You're such a beautiful man, Mike," she whispered, licking her lips a moment before she leaned closer, touching his chest with her mouth. Her tongue flicked out and tasted his skin, enjoying the slightly salty, male taste of him.
"Halley!" he groaned, his fingers diving into her hair, tangling in the long locks. "You don't have to …
She smiled, her tongue moving against that flat, male nipple. "Shut up, Mike," she told him, toeing off her shoes and almost laughing when she felt his body's reaction to her tongue against that sensitive flesh. She'd felt it last night with him. But he'd gone beyond using his tongue. So she took her cue from him and bit down ever so slightly on his nipple. His reaction was instant and she almost laughed, so excited and thrilled. Unfortunately, the look in his eyes, the heat that she caught in his gaze, caused that laughter to dissipate instantly. With that look, everything changed.
And it was even worse, or better, when his hands moved to the buckle of his belt. It was a heavy contraption with his gun, which he carefully locked in a safe beside his bed that apparently opened only to his fingerprints, a baton, handcuffs and several other items that she couldn't even begin to define. It all looked extremely fascinating, but not nearly as fascinating as what she saw when he unzipped his pants. Those black boxer briefs were hiding exactly what she wanted. He pulled those off as well and Halley almost smiled with anticipation. Swallowing painfully, she looked at the bulge there, reminding herself that she'd found extraordinary pleasure from that part of his body just last night. Or this morning, actually. Still, it was amazingly large. And beautiful. Yeah, Halley suspected he wouldn't like hearing that she found his erection beautiful, but it was.