Free Accidental SEAL (SEAL Brotherhood #1) by Sharon Hamilton

as she reached for the bedside table and pulled open a drawer. He could see the little fruit of her sex, hairless and wet. He rose up and covered her body, pushing his shaft into the crease between her legs, begging for entrance. She flipped to her knees, raising herself up off the bed just high enough so he could slip a hand there and plunge two fingers inside her wet opening.
    She gasped and spread her knees out wider, arched up and slapped her palms against the wall. He spotted a red foil packet in her right hand. He removed his fingers, slid his thighs under hers and pressed his chest against her back. He grabbed the packet and quickly covered himself, while she moaned and leaned back against him, turning her head, giving him a mouthful of blond tresses until her lips found his.
    Ready and poised at her opening, he stopped, then tenderly removed the hair that separated their cheeks and pressed his forehead to the side of her face by her temple.
    “Christy, Christy,” he murmured. He wanted to be covered in her scent, wanted every part of his body rubbing against hers. He wanted her to rub off all the roughness, all the little scars and nubs of his soul.
    Make me clean. Bring me back to life.
    He plunged in from behind, watching the long curls fall down the silky softness of her back. He brushed them aside and kissed one vertebrae at a time while his cock slowly had its way with her, drawing back and plunging in, back and forth in a rhythm he would not be able to sustain for very long.
    She had gone liquid, as if made without bones or cartilage. Her body pressed against him, needing him, drawing him deeper inside her. She gasped for air as he slid to the hilt and then slowly drew out. With gentle rhythms he rode her, loving the feel of her flesh covering his cock, loving how each wave of pleasure brought him to the edge and then back again as he withdrew and plunged again and again.
    He clutched her breasts as he pumped her. He held her by the waist and moved her up and down on his shaft as he arched his groin into her. At last, the muscles in her sex tensed and then released as she shuddered. He moved even slower, in and out, as every delicious ripple of her orgasm wash over both of them.
    At last he could hold on no longer, and with one last plunge to answer her soft, satisfied whimper, he burst forth and came, rooting and planting himself deep inside her. She squeezed every drop from him as he continued to pump and then lurched one more time. They collapsed on the bed, his body covering hers.
    He wanted to be careful with this delicate creature lying beneath him, the one who smelled of lavender and vanilla, of the sweet sweat of her arousal. His hands were too callused to rub across her soft breasts and down her arms, but he needed to feel the smoothness of her skin, as if the more he stroked her, the more he would be healed.
    He nuzzled and found the back of her neck and kissed her there, feeling the vibrations of her sigh, her chest moving down into the bed as his body could do nothing but follow her. He continued to nuzzle, kiss and give her little bites, tasting the salt of her skin along her neck, under her ear. His tongue found the upturned curl of her closed lips and he could tell she was smiling. He begged for her to open to him again.
    She rolled to the side and faced him as he pulled out and then repositioned himself, covering her chest and lower abdomen from on top. His hands held her face as his thumbs traced over her cheekbones, her lips. He slid his fingers behind her head and cupped her, raising her up to meet his lips again in a long, languid kiss. She studied him deeply and he saw her face was wet with tears.
    “Hey. Are you okay?” He wondered if he had hurt her in some way. The glittering moistness in her eyes drew him in and he wanted to forget who he was and where he was. Almost, but not quite.
    He could tell she wanted to say something as he watched her think, but she chose to stay silent. Some