Free Healing A Hero (The Camerons of Tide’s Way #4) by Skye Taylor

something to wear to bed.” He sucked in another tormented breath.
    “Oh, I have no intention of wearing it to bed.” She chuckled naughtily. “But I didn’t think you’d approve of me seducing you on your parent’s deck wearing nothing at all.” She stretched up onto her toes and snaked her arms about his neck.
    She was not wearing a bra. That was for damned sure. Her breasts were soft and pert and her nipples were hard little pebbles teasing his bare flesh. He skimmed his hands down her back to her butt and pressed her firmly against his aching dick. She wasn’t wearing panties either. She was definitely doing the seducing, but he wasn’t fighting very hard. If he wasn’t careful, it would be over before they really got started, and he wanted to make it last. He wanted their first time to be her best ever.
    Elena pulled his face down to hers and, a moment later, he wasn’t sure he could be careful. “Elena,” he gasped. “Slow down. We’ve got all night.”
    BEFORE STEPPING out onto the deck, Elena had considered a number of ways she could tease Philip and make him forget himself and that he was a gentleman. But the avalanche of sensation he unleashed in her put an end to teasing. Her world spiraled in a dizzying explosion of desire. She lifted her feet from the sun-bleached planking and wrapped her legs about his waist as their tongues danced.
    His big hands cradled her bare behind, and the calloused roughness was incredibly arousing. Good thing the condoms were in his pocket because chances were, they were never going to make it to his bedroom.
    He strode across the deck and somehow managed to lose his shorts before he sank onto a cushioned chaise with her in his lap. His fingers made short work of the buttons on her borrowed shirt. Then he fumbled briefly with the foil packet before pushing the tails of the shirt out of the way.
    “Beautiful,” he rasped as his rough palms closed around her breasts.
    Fiery pleasure washed over her and she slid down his thighs until she was pressed against his erection again. She tipped her head back, wanting desperately to have him inside her.
    He kissed her neck while his thumbs flicked over her nipples, sending a new wave of urgency flooding through her.
    “Please,” she begged.
    He grasped her hips and lifted her as a growl of matching need rumbled in his throat. Then, ever so slowly, he lowered her onto himself.
    Her climax hit the moment he slid home. She cried out, shuddering under the onslaught. Nothing had ever felt so intense in her whole life. It felt as if he was leaving his mark on her forever. She clung to his shoulders, murmuring his name, as she shattered. She was his.

Chapter 13
    February 2015
    Camp Lejeune, North Carolina
    PHILIP STEPPED into the small waiting room a full half hour early for his physical therapy appointment. He’d had a meeting over in New River, and it hadn’t made sense to return to his office when he wouldn’t have enough time to get anything accomplished.
    He opened a copy of Stars and Stripes and settled in to wait. A young girl, her feet drawn up beneath her, sat on the seat opposite with a laptop balanced on her knees. Her head was bent, but her eyes weren’t on the laptop. They were studying him beneath finely arched brows. She looked familiar.
    “Have we met before?” he asked, refolding the paper and dropping it back on the table beside him.
    “I don’t think so.” She tipped her head to one side and even the gesture looked familiar.
    “Are you here for rehab?” He hadn’t seen her before, but she could be some jarhead’s kid with a sports injury. She might have been around, and he hadn’t paid close attention.
    “Nope. My mom works here. I’m just waiting for her to be done so she can take me shopping.”
    Suddenly, Philip realized why she looked familiar. With her hair pulled into a ponytail, the shape of her face seemed very different than it had in the photo with a thick fall of dark curls surrounding it.