Ruined by the Seal(13)

She laughed and shook her head. "Let's make a run for your bed."

"You sure?" He was breathing hard, and he'd fall on his knees if she said no, but he needed to ask.

She reached up and covered his hands with hers. " I don't know what's  going to happen in the morning, but yes I'm sure about tonight."

Another wave of relief slammed into him and he bent her backwards,  kissing her hard before lacing his fingers through hers and running  across the gardens, his leg screaming at him but he needed to get Cara  inside before the next lightning strike.

When they got to the smaller out building, he pushed through the door.  He'd left an LED lantern on, hanging on a hook next to his bedroom door,  and he guided her toward that pale blue light. In the doorway of his  room, he stopped and peeled off his t-shirt. It was sopping wet, and he  tossed it roughly in the direction of the bathroom.

Hanging their clothes to dry could be tomorrow's problem.

Wordlessly, she followed suit, tugging off her almost equally wet tank top.

His mouth went dry, because beneath that slim bit of cotton, she'd been wearing absolutely nothing.

She dropped her arms to her sides and stood there waiting for him.

Her breasts were beautiful, like the rest of her. Surprisingly full on  her slim frame, with enough weight to sway as she moved. Brown nipples,  already hard for him.         

     



 

With a quiet, guttural groan, he crowded against her and kissed her  again, his hands eagerly diving into her hair, then down her shoulders  and over her back, crushing her breasts against his chest. He wanted to  fall to his knees and love them with his mouth, but there was time for  that. No need to rush, although rushing was all he could think about.  Getting inside her, taking her, claiming her.

She was warm and soft in all the places where he was hard and cold,  broken and brittle. And she pressed into him-into, not just against-  winding herself right into his heart.

He raked his hands into her hair again and leaned over her, taking  control of the embrace. He needed more of her tongue against his, more  of the slick delight of her mouth. More of everything. Her breasts  against his chest. Her hips pressing against his erection …

With a groan, he dropped one hand to her ass. The sweet, cotton-covered flesh filled his hand as he shifted them together. Yes.

"Yes … " Cara murmured as they moved together, tasting and teasing.

Finally they were on the same page. "I want you spread out naked on my bed," he groaned, kneading her bottom.

"Yes," she said again, her hands falling to his waistband. Her palm flattened over the heavy ridge of his erection and he froze.

No. "Fuck."

"Yes," she said, laughing. She leaned against him, nudging him backward into the dark bunk room.

"Nope." He hissed out a breath and fought with his dick to hang on a  fucking second. "I mean, yes, naked, and yes, bed. But no … fucking."

She laughed. "Don't feel like you need to be all gentlemanly on my behalf. I want you. Every way you want to take me."

Her words were more powerful than he imagined Viagra must be. His cock  thumped against her hand and she squeezed his length, making an  appreciative sound that didn't help matters.

"No condoms," he finally burst out.

She froze.

For a minute, all he could hear was their erratic breathing and the howling storm outside.

"Oh," she finally said.

"But naked is still good," he said, more than a little desperation leaking into his voice.

"Right." She stepped back, and he practically lunged after her, but she  held up her hand and gave him a gentle smile. "Well, then, we should  make the naked part really count." She grabbed the lantern from the hook  and brought it into the room, setting it on the small table beside his  bed. Then she flicked her gaze down to his shorts. "Strip for me."

His heart rate pulsed heavy in his neck as he licked his lips and  dropped his hands to his fly. She wanted a show? He could do that.

He flicked the button first, then ran his palm up the flat of his belly,  over the ridges that were contracting all on their own. Every inch of  him wanted to perform for her. He gave her a slow, heavy-lidded look  before sliding his hand south again … and he kept going, past his zipper,  to squeeze his erection the same way she had a minute earlier.

An involuntary moan slipped over her lips, and he grinned as he slowly  worked his zipper open, revealing the fact that he was commando  underneath the heavy fabric.

She took a quick step toward him, and it was his turn to hold up his hand.

"Your turn, kitten." She pressed her lips together in protest, but he  wanted the same treat. He took himself in hand and stroked, slowly,  showing her what she did to him. "I've been imagining you like his since  the minute I laid eyes on you."

She smiled. "Before or after you growled at me?"

"During."

She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and slid them  down an inch, stretching them over the widest part of her hips. "This is  a terrible idea, isn't it?"

"I've had worse." He let himself rest his gaze on her breasts as they  wiggled and jiggled as she turned from side to side. He was breathing  heavy, each exhale moving his entire torso. The spell she had on him was  something else.

"You want me to stop?"

"Not on your life."

She turned all the way around and shimmied the shorts lower still,  showing him that he wasn't the only one who'd only been wearing one  layer of clothes.

He sat back against his bunk, nearly whacking his head because all he  could focus on was the round swell of her ass coming into view, then the  long, dusky stretch of her legs, finally bare for him. All the way  bare, from her delicate ankles up to the inner curve of her thighs, and  the shadowy promise there.

"Turn around," he said, his voice a harsh interruption of her silent performance.

She glanced back at him over her shoulder and smiled, then followed with  the rest of her body. Her body was one endless, graceful curve, nipping  and swaying in and out and around. She was slim, but lush, and he found  himself stunned once again in the face of her beauty. "Cara … " He held  out his hand and she came to him, blocking out the lantern light with  her body as she climbed on top of him.         

     



 

Their next kiss was … well, it wasn't a kiss so much as a low, slow,  intoxicating slide into an altered universe. He wasn't sure where he  ended and she began as their hands and mouths and limbs entwined,  twisting and rocking together on his bed.

If he'd been cold before, he was burning up now. His cock throbbed  between their bodies, hard and wet at the tip. Poor guy. Wouldn't be  getting what he wanted tonight, but there was more than one way to make  love to a woman.

Cara made him want to go up and down the list in every creative way possible.

He rolled onto his back, positioning her on top of him, her thighs  spread wide. He took a moment to appreciate the flex of her muscles  under his palms, then squeezed up to her waist at the same time he  licked his way down the valley between her breasts, breathing in her  scent. It tugged at his gut in a way that went beyond the base male  appreciation of a woman. Underneath the sexy layer of vanilla and  tropical flowers lay another, sweeter essence that registered with him  on a primal level. Mine.

He was practically mauling her as she writhed above him, but he couldn't  get enough of her-the feel of her under his hands as he palmed her  flesh, the taste of her on his tongue. Her nipples pebbled harder still  as he stroked them and then sucked them deeper into his mouth.

"Mick, oh my God, yes, yes … " She scratched her nails through his hair  and he repeated that on the other nipple, teasing the first wet peak  with his thumb. First a firm rub, then a pinch. She liked them both.  With a rough, fast inhale, he set his teeth against the tip of her other  breast and tested how much his girl liked a nip of pain.

She arched into the air and cried out his name again.

And when she came back down to him, her hips rocked back, seeking his cock.

Fuck, that was so tempting.

"I want you so much," he ground out. "I want to be buried so deep inside you that you scream."

"Yes," she breathed. It was his new favourite word. Yes. It had been  frustrating to want her and not have her beneath him-or on top of him.  But the wait had made this even sweeter.

"But first, I want to taste you."

She leaned over him again, brushing her breasts against his hungry  mouth. He swallowed the tips of her swollen flesh, back and forth until  she was groaning, then he flipped them over.

The bunk shook somewhat alarmingly. Don't break on me, you fucking piece  of shit. He leaned into her, giving her his weight as he kissed her  mouth again. He wanted to get drunk on her, sip every last drop of her  passion.

He twisted his head and kissed her shoulder. Her arms. Another pass at  breasts, squeezed together. If they got to do this again, he wanted her  on her knees for him, wanted to slid his cock through that luscious  cleavage that she hid oh-so-well beneath her flowy tops.