At Her SEAL's Command (SEALs of Roseville, Book One) (5 page)

“Damn, you’re gorgeous.” His eyes focused on the delicate details of her bra and the hard nipples poking the fabric. He couldn't wait to taste them.

“And all yours.”

He sheathed himself like his life depended on it. Then he knelt on the bed, careful to keep them centered. Her legs parted again, giving him a hell of a view. She was wet, glistening for him in the soft afternoon light. He nipped the inside of her knee as he made his way back up her body.

This was what he'd waited so damn long for. Too long. She was his match, saucy but submissive. She held his gaze as he kissed his way up her torso. He felt his heart swell in his chest and knew that today would be the first day of the rest of his life. His life would be different and so would their relationship.

With her words ringing in his ears, he cupped her breasts, weighing the heavy globes with his hands. Then, unable to resist any longer, he pulled the cups down, revealing dark discs and hard nipples. He couldn’t decide which one to suck first.

When in doubt, go right.

Not the best time for Mabel’s voice to fill his head but the advice helped. Forearm braced along the edge of the small bed, he leaned right, curling his tongue around her nipple. Her response was immediate and wonderful. Her back arched, a moan left her lips, and her fingers tightened until the wicker creaked.

He flicked the hard peak back and forth, teasing it mercilessly before applying a gentle suction that brought another round of sweet sounds from her throat.

He loved how vocal she was and lost track of time and place as he concentrated on driving her wild. Only when he'd kissed and caressed her thoroughly did he slide a hand between her legs.

“Dylan—” Damn, he loved how she breathed his name. Their need was entirely mutual. 

Sliding a finger between her slick lips, he made sure she was ready for him. The first probe of his cock was met with another moan that made him feel ten feet tall. Her wetness scorched him as it invited him deeper. And when he was at last all the way home inside her, he paused, propped on his elbows, and memorized everything about the moment. The way her thighs gripped his hips, the way her silky channel gripped his cock, the way she ran her fingers through the hair at the base of his skull. This was one moment he never wanted to forget.

She murmured his name again and lifted her hips, telling him what she wanted.

“You feel too good,” he said, meaning every word.

“So do you.”

For a brief moment as he stared down at her lovely up turned face, he felt a prickle of unease. Everything was different now. He'd tasted the nectar between her thighs, had suckled her breasts, and tied her up. What if everything went bad? He'd lose her and Teo too.

She must have seen the emotion on his face because she released her grip on the headboard and cupped his cheek and caressed his stubble with her thumb.

“What's wrong?”

“What did I say about talking?”

“You said no more.”

Rather than try to ferret out the information, she lifted her head and kissed him.

“So stop talking and start moving, Harper.” She spoke the words against his lips and lifted her hips. The movement deepened his penetration and he could swear he saw stars.

“I thought I was giving the orders around here,” he replied. 

She nipped his chin. “Then what are your orders, sir?”

He lifted his head just far enough, just long enough to take in the breath-stealing mischievous glint in her eyes. Why hadn't he done this sooner?

“Hold on tight,” he said, abandoning his no-touching rule.

She made a show of sliding her hand around the back of his neck. Then, with a deliberately slow motion, she slid her other hand down his chest and around his waist.

“Sir, yes, sir.”

“Where did this mischievous side of you come from?” He asked as he pulled his hips back and sank in again.

“She's always been in there, waiting to come out.”

He thought there was an unspoken “waiting for you” in there as well. But he was probably reading too much into it. Although…maybe not.

It’s always been you.

“Gotta admit,” he said, controlling the need rising in him. “I like her.”

“I like her too,” she said with that killer smile he’d always loved. It made him feel happy and free. Her smile had warmed him on cold nights, driven aches and pains from his body and of course, given him new, more pleasurable aches.

Forcing himself to enjoy the moment, he set a slow, steady pace. In and out. Her eyes shuttered and she bit her lower lip. Sweet sounds poured from her throat, driving him faster and faster.

She was right there with him, moving as one. Arms wrapped around him, urging him on with her hips, her inner muscles began to tighten.

He’d never been with a woman who could come without stimulation to her clit. But a second later she cried out, her nails dug into his back and her legs locked around his hips. With her head thrown back and her whole body as tight as a guitar string, he’d never seen a lovelier site.

The view and the sensations sent him over the edge; he groaned against her throat and licked a bead of sweat. Chests rubbing as they caught their breath, they hovered in oblivion together. Momentarily forgetting where he was, he shifted and started to roll to his side but his foot caught air.

Muscles tightening, his reflexes pushed them back to the middle. Reya laughed softly. “Please don’t dump us on the floor. That’d ruin my orgasm.”

“I’d cushion the fall,” he promised.

She gave a small snort. “You might be on bottom but there’s nothing soft about you.”

“Is that right?” he asked, glad he’d continued his daily work outs as soon as he’d been able.

She nodded. “You know you’re made of steel.”

“Not entirely,” he murmured, thinking about his leg and his wounds. If he’d been made of steel he wouldn’t have gotten injured and he’d still be with his Team.

For the first time, he was actually thankful for his injury. It’d made this possible with her. Now he couldn’t blow it.

R
eya basked
in Dylan’s attention as he washed her hair.

“Next time, I’ll pick a different wall to press you against,” he said as he tried to rid her of the paint.

“It was worth it.”

Every moment, decision, second guess had been worth it. If today was all she got with him, she could die a happy woman.

She inhaled the citrusy scent of her shampoo and closed her eyes. His fingertips massaged her scalp and she went to another place, one where she got to live happily ever after with this man and enjoy this kind of treatment every day.

When he was done, she dipped her head into the spray and he was there, helping wash the suds out. It amazed her how gentle he was considering his profession. In fact, she was amazed how adjusted he seemed to civilian life. She’d heard horror stories of men who came home and couldn’t fit in.

It gave her hope that Teo could come home and start the rest of his life.

When Dylan’s erection brushed her belly, she forgot all about her hopes for her brother. Reaching for the bar of soap in the corner, she lathered her hands and inspected all the body parts she wanted to wash.

She started at his shoulders, swirling the suds against his skin. There was a wound on his left shoulder and she made a mental note to ask him about it later. Right now, she wanted to ferret out other pieces of information.

Working lower, she memorized the feel of all his glorious muscles and taut skin. He was tanned from working outside without a shirt and she traced the skin where dark met light around his lean hips.

“Are you going to tell me why you spaced out in there?” she asked, nodding toward Mabel’s bedroom.

Ai yi yi
, she really needed to stop thinking of it as Mabel’s bedroom. It had been, but now Dylan was going to be repainting, ripping out the old mauve carpet. Reya was sleeping in it. Heck, they’d just christened the bed. It wasn’t Mabel’s room any more.

“I thought we weren’t talking about that,” he rumbled, reaching for her hips.

She lathered her hands again and reached for his cock. He sucked in a breath.

“You weren’t talking about it, but I’d like to know.”

“Reya—”

“Don’t say it’s none of my business Dylan.” She stroked all the way down to the base of his shaft.

“What if it’s not?”

“Look at where my hand is right now and tell me it’s none of my business.”

To her surprise, he laughed. The deep, rich sound bounced off the shower walls and filled her with glee.

“I love your tenacity.”

“Don’t weasel your way out of the question.”

“I was worried things would change between us.”

“Of course they’ll change. They’ve always changed. You’ve changed since that first time we met and so have I.”

He nodded. “But I meant…between us. I don’t want to lose your friendship. And I don’t want to lose Teo either.”

Friendship?
Her brain screeched.

Reya removed her hand from his cock and clamped it over her hip. She felt her temper rising and forced a deep breath into her lungs. Somewhere in the last two days she’d started to wonder if a fling was what she wanted.

The job in Switzerland made her realize just what she’d be losing and how badly she wanted to be with Dylan instead. Not just sex, but more…

All the feelings from her youth, her teenaged crush, and her admiration came together in a singular point of need.

“So help me, Dylan… If that was just a roll in the hay to you—”

“Of course it wasn’t.” His swift denial cut off her words and she felt a glimmer of hope.

But he didn’t elaborate, didn’t tell her what she needed to hear. Words, she realized, she’d been waiting half her life to hear.

“You should rinse off,” she said. Since she was suds free, she reached for the shower curtain.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go, was it? Well, she’d succeeded in her mission of seducing Dylan. But now he didn’t want to lose her friendship? She didn’t want to lose his either but—

A strong hand spun her back and hot water sluiced over her skin. He crowded her against the shower wall and cool tile pressed against her ass.

“I don’t know what this is,” he said, waving a finger back and forth between them. “But it wasn’t a roll in the hay.”

She wasn't sure what else she could say except “I don't want to lose your friendship either.”

“Then we won't.” He slid a hand down her water slicked side and turned it till he cupped her mound. “How are you feeling?”

She loved that he was concerned about that. Not that she'd had many lovers, but none of them had been overly tender or caring about her after the deed was done.

In that respect, she felt fine. “Wonderful. A little sore. You got more than your share.”

His lips stretched into a feral smile. “Is that right?”

“You know you're hung like a horse.”

“Mmm...” The sound of pleasure rumbled around her and he tipped his head back as if soaking in the words. “You know how to stroke a guy’s ego.”

“That's not all I know how to stroke.”

She loved that she could finally let her bravado fly free with him. She adored how intense his eyes got when she fanned his flames.

“Show me.”

“No more talking about just being friends.” Right now, in this moment, friendship, platonic-let's-go-see-a-movie friendship was not what she wanted. Right now she needed him, this, a thorough and oh-so-hot lover driving her wild.

“Okay.”

She nodded and reached for the soap again.

“What should I talk about?”

“I don't think you're going to have the brain power to speak.”

She stared down at his long, meaty cock. Really more than his share. Using the bar of soap like a tongue, she swiped it up and down, paying particular attention to the tender spot beneath the head and the slit in the middle. Each movement had his muscles tightening. From the corner of her eye, she saw him brace one hand against the wall and the other against the shower curtain rod.

Smiling to herself, she lathered her hands again and put the soap away. Using both hands, she gripped him like a golf club and slowly stroked downward.

His groan was deep and long. She kept moving; up, down, up, down until she finally reached for his balls. Dylan's hips thrust toward her.

The water started to cool but she diverted her attention to the hot length between her hands. Paying particular attention to the sensitive underside, she massaged it softly with her thumb.

“Fuck, Reya...”

The naughty word and his needy tone sent a thrill through her. Even though she'd had the best orgasm of her life not half an hour ago, she was wet and ready to feel him inside of her again.

“Yes?” she purred.

“Rinse me off.”

She licked her lips and purred. “Gladly.”

Leaning right, she let the cold water hit him full on. His breath hissed between his teeth but she continued moving her hands over his skin, soothing the bite. Speaking of bite...

“I know what you're thinking, but that'll have to wait,” he said, his voice tense.

“You're turning down a blow job?” she asked, surprise lifting her brows.

“Turn around, gorgeous.”

As she faced the shower head, she heard the shower curtain rustle. The cold water made her shiver. Her teeth were seconds from chattering when he returned, his hot skin pressed against hers.

The head of his cock drove between her thighs and she clenched in anticipation. He smoothed a hand up her back.

“Put your hands over your head.” He slid his fingertips along her arms as she lifted them.

“What are you up to?”

Something tightened around her wrists and she looked up to see the tie-back from the shower curtain. He knotted the floral fabric around the shower head and gave it a quick tug.

Then, with icy water, falling over her skin, he cupped her breasts with his warm hands.

She moaned with pleasure and her channel flooded with another wave of moisture. Shimmying her hips, she let him know exactly what she needed. Another point of heat to warm her.

“Is this okay?” he asked, brushing her hair aside. Still massaging her breasts, he sucked on the side of her neck.

She thrust back against him.

“Very okay.”

She'd never been tied up before and though a teeny tiny voice in the back of her mind wondered why she liked it so much, she couldn't help but hang on and enjoy the ride. Knowing that he was in control should have sent alarm bells ringing, she knew that. In fact, she was surprised that the voice in her head wasn't louder.

But the way Dylan pinched her nipples in a slow squeeze-release-squeeze-release pattern drove all thoughts from her mind until she was simply a conduit of the sweet pain and corresponding wave of pleasure. His ministrations grew firmer and she wiggled against him, driving his cock back and forth between her legs.

When she couldn't stand it anymore, she cried out for him. He let go of her nipples, cupped her breasts and lifted them to the water. The icy burst stung the hardened tips and her cry turned to a shout. The difference in temperature, in sensation, hurt so good.

She was practically panting by the time he cupped her mound and then drove a finger between her lower-lips. The friction of his fingertip against her clit made her quiver. That plus the shivering from the cold water almost made the quakes against his finger strong enough to make her come. Almost. She thrust her hips, needing just a little more pressure.

“Dylan!” Her voice was hoarse and needy.

“Need something?”

“You.”
Always you.

He rocked his hips back and forth, driving his cock between her lips. He abandoned her clit and grasped her hips, tilting them back.

Oh God, yes.

So naughty and yet so very right. The head of his cock tapped against her a few times and she felt her flesh relax and open for him. The moment he was lined up she closed her eyes, ready to be carried away. His first thrust filled her. His second sent her soaring.

Her body flashed hot beneath the cool spray, her skin tightening. She felt a tender bite on her left shoulder and another orgasm roared through her.

“Oh—”

“You're so responsive,” he murmured, nibbling his way along the ridge of her shoulder until he got to the side of her neck. He drew lazy circles with his tongue that drove her wild even as she was coming down from a climax. His whisper sent another jolt of need through her, “And I'm not done with you, yet.”

Ordinarily, she'd say she was done. Time to untie me. But with him, his creative spirit and naughty mind, she couldn't help but want whatever he had in store for her.

She squeezed him with her inner muscles until he groaned.

“Careful, my little witch.”

Mmm... He’d never called her his little anything. She rather liked it.

She rather liked being bound and at his mercy.

“Make me come again, Dylan.” She couldn't help the plea in her voice.

“Gladly.” He cupped her breasts again, hiding them from the cold. “Just as soon as I'm ready.”