Hot SEALs: SEALed For Life (Kindle Worlds Novella) (8 page)

“You look amazing,” Gower declared. “And I’m flattered you would do this for me.”

“Full out girl mode,” Melina answered. “You coming in or standing in the hall all day.”

Gower chuckled. “Oh… there you are. For a moment there, I wasn’t sure I had the same woman.”

“Is that just sandwiches in your bag?” Melina asked.

Gower laughed. “Yes. And I’m glad to see you too.”

Melina sighed. “This is as nice as I get, Beckett. Put the bag down and kiss me hello. ”

Gower dropped the bag on the coffee table and turned back. “Okay. I’ll take it.” He held out his arms.

She stepped into him, feeling his heat as she reached for his mouth. He wasn’t a lot taller, so a tiny head tilt down erased the distance. His tongue in her mouth matched the hard bulge that grew against her as he pulled her closer. Her hands explored his upper body, finding their way under the t-shirt he wore. His back was as heavenly as his chest pressing against the front of her. Her breasts perked right up at the pressure.

Gower was hard everywhere—hard and hot. And acting as needy as she felt. His hips seeking hers presented some hard evidence. Her hands fell to his hips to help them find the perfect fit. One of his legs slid smoothly between her thighs proving that he wasn’t an inexperienced boy.

They groaned together as their tongues tangled. Shock at the strength of their desire soon had them pulling apart before things went too far to retreat. Melina swallowed her embarrassment to be so turned on so quickly. His fingers under her chin forced her gaze back up to his.

“How polite do you want me to be? I’m supposed to be feeding you lunch before this.”

The whispered question had her closing her eyes. She wasn’t sure what Gower was seeing when he looked at her.

“Melina,” he repeated, tightening his hold on her chin. “Talk to me. Don’t make me read your mind. I don’t want to be wrong.”

Her eyes popped open and saw he meant what he was saying. She twisted free of his fingers and planted a hot kiss in the palm of his hand. “I don’t want to wait any more than you do. Watch my stitches—that’s all I ask.”

Gower nodded and swung her up in his arms. They needed to be horizontal as soon as possible. Her arms hooked around his neck as she planted her hot mouth against his neck. Melina continued the assault, nipping and sucking as he carried her down her hallway and to the bed he’d so studiously ignored before. He was in stony erection hell by the time they got there.

Gower crawled into bed with her and let her slide from his arms as gently as he could. Her hands bunched in his shirt and ripped it upwards as she pulled him on top of her. It cleared his head just before their mouths met again.

He melted into her, devouring, and then pulled back from insanity to run a hand under her shirt. A thin lace covered bra was the reward of his explorations. Her breast rose to meet his grip and drove him crazy.

He pressed between her thighs needing some relief, thrilled when Melina moaned. It meant she needed it too.

“You’re losing the shirt,” Gower ordered, skimming it up over her breasts. He caught a glimpse of panic in her gaze and a glimpse of pink lace barely covering dark peaks. He covered her mouth hotly again, groaning at the pleasure of her response. Then he pulled away to look.

“You’re more beautiful than I imagined. I…” The compliments he wanted to offer got lost as his mouth slid to a lace covered peak. Melina arched up and hissed his name.

He arched against her—twice. She called out, vocal in her response. He wrenched his mouth off her, rose high enough to look down. She looked wild. He pressed against her, moving her hands down the bed and anchoring them with his to hold back both of them.

“There’s only one first time and I don’t want to miss anything. I’m going a little crazy right now. You look…” he paused, “fuck… I got nothing. You shut down my brain. Tell me this is okay and I’m going to make us both very happy in the next few minutes.”

Melina stared up in Gower’s determined gaze. She saw a man on the verge of forgetting that he was civilized. She’d been there with men before, but never with one who seemed to care so much that she meet and match him. His restraint was sexy… and maddening… and a challenge to destroy.

She sighed and sucked her bottom lip while she held his gaze. Then she shifted her hips before she spoke. His eyes darkened. She wanted to laugh, but didn’t dare. He could have things however he wanted. She had no doubt he was going to take her along.

“You want me to talk dirty or pretend I’m the girl next door?”

“Stop tormenting me, Melina. Answer the damn question. Do you want this as much as I do?”

Melina let her lids drop as she hooked her legs behind his calves and slid them up his thighs.

“Do I want this as much as you do?” she repeated. “No. I think I want it more. I’m aching in places I never knew existed inside me. Wanting you to fill them is why I went to all the trouble to break out the lace and the lip gloss. Stop stalling, Gower. You’ll be lucky to get inside me before I go off with a bigger boom than an RPG hitting its target.”

Gower stared down at the sexy woman beneath him, momentarily frozen by her confession of mind-numbing lust. She’d just compared her impending orgasm with him to the boom of a rocket propelled grenade going off. He’d never been more turned on by a woman in his life. Thank you, Uncle Sam, for making the perfect one for him.

A horrible thought followed his epiphany though. He was more pleased than ever that his predecessor had been a stupid horn dog and lost his chance with her. Gower hadn’t even been inside her yet and already wanted to be in this position with her a zillion times more. He wanted all rights to look down into that low-lidded gaze of hers inviting him to do whatever the hell he wanted to her body.

Well, what he wanted was to make her beg—that would come later. He was going to enjoy every minute of sensual torture until Gunny Angel lost her cool with him. And if he was really good… maybe he’d also earn the rights to her heart.

He knew Melina would be royally pissed to know he was already thinking of the future, but how could he not be when he was about to make her completely his? His current determination to please her had never happened to him before. He wanted Melina to want him over and over again. If he was being a possessive dick in that kind of thinking… well so be it.

A sound Gower had never heard himself make erupted from deep in his throat as he lowered his mouth to hers. Melina was all fire and restless urging beneath him as she kissed him back with the kind of heat that backed up her words.

He pressed against the heaven between her legs as hard as he could, their clothes blocking the connection he wanted more than breathing now.

He unhooked her bra as he kissed her. As he stripped it off her shoulders, her now freed hands unfastened his pants. One slid competently downward and showed him she felt a kind of ownership of him as well. Brain cells started dying with every confident stroke. He’d found a sexual partner—a real one—and he couldn’t be happier. Her age was only an asset to what they were doing.

He lost track of what happened after that thought, but finally their clothes were all gone. He remembered pausing once to admire her military sculpted nudity and to check her stitches. He kissed gently around them on her thigh before moving up over her hip and finding her eager mouth once more.

Melina was firm and toned and hot and welcoming. Sliding into her felt just like it was supposed to feel only ten times more than he’d imagined because she hissed his name as he entered her. She also exploded around him almost immediately… just like she’d warned.

Happy already, he worked the rest of her orgasm off legitimately.

His satisfied smile when she generously and unselfishly rode his own eruption out with him cemented everything that just happened with absolute clarity. This woman was the one. He’d known it since the moment he’d seen her standing over two punks with a broken crutch.

Gower kissed his way to her ear so he could whisper. He didn’t want to disrupt the moment with loud words. Melina moaned with every movement he made as he shifted. She wrapped her unwounded leg around his waist to anchor him to her. It was obvious she wanted him again.

God… he’d never felt so proud of himself.

“You okay, Angel? Besides the fact our first time lasted about ten seconds.”

Chuckling, Melina ran a hand down his back. “It was great. I’m just feeling… needy. You scratched my itch but you made it worse, Beckett. Yes, I’m squirming around down here hoping for a repeat. Are you staying for a while? Or do you have to run off? I don’t want to make you late picking up Dillon.”

Gower chuckled at her thoughtfulness, and pressed in closer, not wanting to leave her body yet. “It’s only lunchtime, honey. At the risk of losing man points, I just got here twenty minutes ago.”

“Seriously? Twenty minutes?”

Melina froze in her stroking. Then laughing again, she ran both hands down to cover his talented glutes and squeezed. She used the pressure on his backside to pull him closer too. When Gower snickered above her, she decided liking him was unavoidable and she needed to stop looking for excuses.

She laughed and brought her arms up around Gower’s back to hug him close. The distance she’d fought to maintain seemed ludicrous given how well he fit in her arms. Life was short. She knew that. Friends were precious. Lovers—great lovers—were rare. Saying no to him—to this bliss they gave each other—would be a stupid thing.

With that decision made, the rest of what was right just fell into place like a solved puzzle.

“Do you think Dillon would like to come to dinner Friday night and maybe sleep in my guest room? I don’t want him to feel like I don’t want him around. If we’re going to date
,
then he should be included. Maybe it will convince him that dating is okay. And I’ll be careful not to get his hopes up about me staying forever.”

Gower raised his head and met her sincere gaze. “Sounds great—sort of. What about his father’s hopes? Can he get his up about staying forever? I can’t even bring myself to get off you.”

Melina laughed. “Depends on what else his father can get up, I suppose. I have some pretty high hopes myself. I’m starting to think you being younger might be a good thing after all.”

“Use me for sex. Go ahead. I dare you,” Gower declared.

His laughter on top of her only made her like him more. “Get off me and go get our sandwiches. I’m starving… and I want food too.”

Gower grinned as he slid from her arms. “Gotta love an honest woman,” he said, hoping his innuendo was planting a seed that would soon take root and grow.

Unconsciousness had taken over somewhere around one in the morning, but it still surprised him when he looked at Melina’s bedside clock and saw it was after nine. He never slept this late.

Groggy still, Gower climbed from bed and headed to the bathroom. He heard the TV and voices in the living room, but the call of nature was more compelling than his curiosity.

His legs were rubbery with exertion. His hips were tight. The woman he was sleeping with was a hard workout for him in nearly every way. Thank God he was in as good a shape as she was.

He wandered back to the bedroom and pulled his jeans over protesting muscles. His physical soreness made him grin.

Heading shirtless to the living room, he saw Dillon all but sitting in Melina’s lap. She leaned tiredly against the couch, her arm around his son who leaned against her side. She didn’t look real comfortable, but she was making an effort to be kind which made it count even more.

She looked like warmed over hell as much as he did, and it make him happy. Her unbrushed, messy hair from his fierce grip in it the night before made his heart thump. He’d held her in place by it to truly do what he wanted. She had sizzled and let him. It was a turn-on to see a reminder this morning and a heart-stopping moment at the same time.

Gower rubbed his chest, grinning at the tightness there. He was in love… with Gunny Angel. No one was ever going to believe how naturally it had all fallen into place. Next time he saw his old team, he was going to catch so much shit… and probably a damn black eye when fucking Chris found out he’d crossed territorial lines. SEALs normally didn’t do such things, but then he wasn’t a SEAL anymore. And Melina had drawn a different line before he’d come along.

He grinned because she was worth every bit of trouble anyway. It was his grin Melina saw when her gaze moved from the TV to where he stood. He watched her eyes glaze over as they noticed his shirtless state. She immediately closed them to block out the sight. He suddenly remembered her tongue running over his chest last night. Damn… he had to stop thinking about sex with the woman before he gave his son an education he was way too young for.

“Good morning,” he said, walking to sit on the other side of his child.

“Morning,” Melina said in return, meeting his gaze over Dillon’s head. “We’re watching cartoons. Dillon is trying to come up with a proper superhero name for me.”

“Wonder Woman fits perfectly,” Gower declared.

Her blush made him grin again. Dillon’s hand smacking his leg interrupted his enjoyment.

“No, Dad. Gunny Angel doesn’t like to wear bathing suits with tights. She told me. It has to be a cool name. Something different.”

“Okay,” Gower replied. “I’ll keep that in mind before I suggest anything else.”

“Thank you,” Dillon said. “We’re watching shows for inspir… what was that word?”

Melina sighed as Dillon looked up expectantly. He had perfected his father’s innocent pleading look. Luckily, it didn’t cloak a wicked mind yet. God help the future females in his life. “You mean…
inspiration
?”

“Yeah… that’s it. Inspiration. That’s when one thing makes you think of another better thing, Dad. We’re looking hard.”

“Okay. How about I whip up some omelets for us while you guys look for inspiration? I’m glad now I brought all the ingredients last night. I’m feeling like a lazy day at home. How about you two?”

Melina smirked as she shrugged. “Lazy is one my favorite things to do. I’m just glad you’re the one cooking. I don’t think I could stand long enough to get it done. Congratulations, Beckett.”