Second Chance SEAL(162)
“Speak for yourself.”
“Okay then. But I’m not lying when I say you’re soaking wet right now. I bet you can’t stop thinking about how we’re alone, very, very alone.”
He was absolutely right, but I wasn’t going to admit it. We were very alone, and that thought excited me. I didn’t want it to, but I knew with Mason sleeping we could be doing absolutely anything.
Like maybe letting his lips and tongue work my pussy again.
I shook my head. “Not even close. Maybe my dad was right.”
He laughed. “You think I’m just a crazy person.”
“I don’t know.”
“For your sake, I wish I were. That’d be easier than the truth.”
I frowned. “So this is your life? You go around killing terrorists?”
“When I’m not meeting beautiful women in exotic places, yeah, pretty fucking much.”
“Meet a lot of beautiful women?” I regretted that question as soon as I said it.
“Jealous, princess?” he asked, grinning that asshole grin.
“Not at all. I was just curious.”
“Right. Just curious.” He finished his drink and moved closer to me. I sipped mine tentatively. “What else are you curious about?”
“Why me?” I blurted out.
He raised an eyebrow and studied me for a minute. “You want to know why I chose you that night?”
“Yes,” I said softly. “Of all the women there, why me?”
“Easy. You might not realize it, but you stood out like a fucking lightning bolt in that crowd.”
“I wasn’t the prettiest girl there.”
“I think you were.”
“You’re just saying that to get in my pants again.”
“So what? It’s clearly working.” He moved closer again. “It was that body and the way you looked at me, like you wanted to suck my cock right there in the club. Hungry, fucking starving for sex. I haven’t seen that look before or since, but I see it every time you stare at me like that.”
I quickly looked away. “I should tell you something,” I said.
He moved even closer. I could feel his body near mine and my heart began to hammer in my chest. I should have gotten up, walked across the room, put some space between us.
But I really didn’t want to. I wanted to stay right there and feel his thigh against mine, his muscular body, his delicious, cocky smile.
“What?” he asked, mostly a whisper.
“I was a virgin. The night you met me.”
He paused, clearly surprised, but the look passed as fast as it had happened.
“You didn’t fuck like a virgin,” he said, his voice deep and smooth. “That pussy fucked like it was built for my cock.”
“Maybe you’re just a good teacher,” I said, and blushed.
“Maybe.” He took my chin and tipped it up toward him. My lips parted almost on their own. “Maybe you were just desperate to learn.”
“I don’t know. I had chances before.”
“But that night was special.”
“Something about it.”
“You couldn’t resist me if you wanted to. You’re dripping wet wondering when I’m going to kiss you.”
I couldn’t say a word.
He pressed his lips against mine, and I didn’t pull away.
A rush of excitement and pleasure ran through my body, flushing my cheeks, soaking my pussy, lighting my body on fire. His hands laced through my hair and pulled me tightly against him as he kissed me, his mouth working mine, our tongues touching.
I couldn’t help but moan softly into his kiss. I hadn’t been touched like that since he’d kissed me the last time, all those nights before, and I’d definitely never been touched like that before him. Emory’s mouth worked mine, and I shifted my weight, sliding my leg over him, straddling him.
He pulled me tight, kissing me, hand tight in my hair. I couldn’t believe I’d just climbed on top of him like that, but I was so far past thinking clearly. The second he moved close to me on that couch, I knew I was done for. I knew I was going to give myself to him, no matter what I thought was the right thing to do.
So I kissed him, moaning softly, excitement rushing through my mind, tipping me over the edge.
And just as soon as I felt his hands beginning to roam my body, the sound of a crying baby tore me out of the moment.
I paused and stopped, pulling back.
“Damn,” he said softly.
“That’s Mason.” I bit my lip. “I have to go check on him.”
“Yeah,” he grunted. “I guess so. Go ahead, mommy.”
I climbed off him and stood up. I glanced back at him but quickly tore myself away.
I opened the bedroom door and quickly shut it behind me. Mason was awake and crying, and so I quickly walked over to him, rocking him slightly, trying to calm him down. He was probably upset that he woke up in a strange room.