Her Loyal Seal(28)

“That’s what I want. I want it right now.” Her hand slid up his chest, around his neck, and threaded through his hair kneading his scalp. She wrapped her other arm around his torso bringing them chest to breast.

She was wearing a well-worn Hello Kitty sleep shirt. When she’d gotten into bed her breasts had been lovingly outlined, and he could even make out her bikini panties.

“Lydia, you’re killing me.”

“Good.”

“Not good. You need your rest.” She growled. The woman actually growled, and it had to be the sexiest thing he ever heard.

“If I hear one more person say I need rest I’m going to pluck out their nipple hairs.”

He burst out laughing as he winced. At least she hadn’t talked about hair below the belt buckle.

“Easy there. I’m sorry I mentioned rest. I won’t do it again. At least not tonight.”

“You better not do it ever again if you know what’s good for you.” She shifted to the right, dragging her breasts against him. Her pebbled nipples rasping against his chest. It took everything he had not to press his aroused flesh against her pelvis.

“Lydia, you’re making me lose my mind.”

“Good. You have to admit, this is so much better than you sleeping on the floor or me resting,” she whispered the words softly into his ear before scraping her teeth against his neck. He trembled and felt her tremble. How much was from fatigue, and how much was from passion?

“Lydia, morning is going to come pretty early and I drove most of the day.” He let his voice drift off.

“Bullshit, you’re trying to get me to go to sleep. I can’t sleep. I’m too wound up. Make love to me.” He wanted to. More than anything in the world, he wanted to spend hours exploring all the ways they could pleasure one another. But he remembered his conversation with Darius, and knew his priority was to help her get healthy.

“Baby, let me hold you. I won’t use the ‘R’ word, I promise. We’ll just lay here. But you just got out of the hospital. I’m not going to do anything except hold you tonight.”

“Clint, I just got done sleeping for eight hours. I’m a grown woman and I know my own mind. Not only are you disrespecting me, you’re hurting me.”

He listened to her, but he just couldn’t wrap his head around her words. She had just been in the hospital. Then he heard her whimper and all of his resolve went out the window. He knew he couldn’t leave her in need.

“Shhhh, I have you.”

“Thank God.”

“Let’s go slow. I need to savor every moment with you.”

She pushed back from him and before he had a chance to blink, her shirt was over her head and on the floor. She twisted and turned the lamp on. He gulped.

“You’re not shy.”

“Not where your body is concerned. I’ve wanted to see you up close and personal for months.”



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It wasn’t until he visited the hospital that Lydia really looked at Clint, and when she had, Oh. My. God. The man was amazing. Up until then she only looked at his face, his eyes, his soul. He had been something sent from heaven, a savior, someone to hang on to.

The first time in the hospital, she wrestled with the idea of the man who had been in the jungle with her now being with her in a real life setting. She wanted to eat him up with a spoon. It was totally inappropriate. He’d been there as a friend, as someone who rescued her and wanted to check in on her well-being. What’s more, she’d been sick and shouldn’t let her hormones run wild. But she wasn’t the only one salivating. Every time Clint was in her room, the nurses seemed to have to check her vitals a hell of a lot more often. Now she had him right where she wanted, with his shirt off, sharing a bed with her. Wasn’t she a lucky girl? She sat up.

“You’re gorgeous.” His big hands encircled her waist and slowly coasted upwards until they cupped her breasts.

She grabbed his wrists and pulled him away from her aching flesh.

“You’ll get your turn, I promise. But please, I’m begging you, me first.” She held her breath while she waited, he must have seen something in her expression.

“Baby, if I can’t go first, can’t we do it together?”

“I really need this.”

After long moments she saw Clint got with the program, because he rolled onto his back, propped up on both elbows, looking up at her with a seductive smile.

“Do your worst.”

“How about I do my best?” She reached out to touch him, but her hand hovered over him afraid to actually touch. The man had washboard abs. He gently gripped her wrist and placed her hand on his chest.