Rescuing Her Seal(26)

And this one might prove to be the most epic of his life.

Click.

“What if you’re with someone you love?” she asked.

“I’ve never done that.”

Emotions of that sort weren’t a part of the trident. He couldn’t open himself up like that, nor could he let someone else sit at home and worry about him, wondering if he’d come home in a box with a flag draped over it.

Plus he understood his body. Very well. All of the things he felt now, the lust, the fire, the need to come… that he got, trusted. Same as when he sensed where to train his surveillance equipment, whether the intel funneling to his brain was critical or not, when to get more because he didn’t have all the facts yet. All of that made sense.

Emotions did not. Giving in to something so nebulous was the surest way to get himself and a lot of other people killed.

But since he thrived on information, he couldn’t stop himself from wondering. What would it feel like to have every fiber of his body gathering for an imminent explosion of pleasure, then look down into the gaze of a women who had love and tenderness shining from her depths?

It would be good. So much better.

Click. Click, click.

All at once, he felt exposed. Stripped bare in a way that letting a women take pictures of him as he stroked himself to a climax never could. It was… strange. But not terrible. He’d learned something about himself.

That’s when she put her camera down and crawled to him on all fours. Her unhidden face held a thousand nuances, but more than anything, he could tell that taking those pictures had stirred her up.

Yeah. Same goes.

He watched her approach, his hand going still. A tropical breeze stirred her hair, flipping thick chunks into her face. Sexy. And then the temperature shot up to about a thousand degrees as she removed his hand and replaced it with hers.

“I want to watch you,” she said simply. “But more than that, I want to be the one to make you feel good.”

Hell if he was going to argue with that. Speechless, he stared at her as she stroked, her hand an inferno as she swallowed his tip. Her palm curled inward as she explored his entire length. Balls too, which was holy crap hot. And when she bit her lip in concentration, he groaned.

“I like it when you make noises.”

“Me too,” he said huskily. “It means you’re doing it right.”

So right that he went straight to the edge and over before he could catch himself, warn her, mention that it was going to be messy. She didn’t care, letting him jet all over her hand with unveiled fascination, but she wasn’t an expert at catching it, so a lot of it hit her breasts. She rubbed at it with her other hand, and the sight of his juice all over her body clenched him up in a way that was so good it was almost painful.

But then she lifted her dark eyes to his, and the expression in them was unfathomable. “I’ve never done this with someone I loved either.”

His gut said she wanted to just as badly as he did. Geez. When had that happened?

Subject change.

“You know what’s great?” he growled. “That we have all night and there are so many things that you’ve never done. Tell me another one and we’ll do it. Right now.”

Her smile shouldn’t have been so full of grace. “I’ve never made a man come with my mouth.”

His eyelids slammed shut as he visualized that. And after already coming twice so close together, it shouldn’t have whipped him up as much as it did. “No, honey. That’s about me. I want to make you feel good.”

“Then you know what would make me feel unbelievable?” she whispered. “If we just talked. Hold me like you did earlier, nothing between us but skin, and talk to me.”

He swallowed. That sounded nice. It shouldn’t sound so nice. And it ripped at his already tender heart because he got the reason she asked. She had a hard time talking to people. But not to him. Not anymore. Success. He’d coaxed that out of her, and it felt every bit like a victory as he nodded.

But first, he owed her a quick date with a baby wipe, which he found in his bag faster than the condoms since he never left home without either. She sat so still under his ministrations. So trusting. Her skin practically glowed in the firelight, and she was pretty much the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.

When he curled her into his arms, she relaxed, and a sense of peace settled over them and it was just… great.

“What do you want to talk about?” He toyed with a lock of her hair. It felt good against his fingers, clean and silky.

“I don’t care. Tell me about being in the military or a story from when you were a kid. Your first name,” she suggested with a note of levity in her voice that made him smile in turn.