Watch Over Me: A Military Romance (Uncharted SEALs Book 1) (4 page)

“A little?”

He ground against her sex. “More than a little.”

Yes,
little
wasn’t what she was feeling. She told him so, which elicited a choked laugh.

“Let’s get back to your room.”

Afraid one of them would have another attack of conscience if they paused, she shook her head. “Here.
Now.
”

“I promise you don’t want sand getting anywhere it doesn’t belong.”

“What about the chaises beside the cabana?” she whispered. “No one will see.”

He kissed her hard, and then let her down until her feet touched the sandy bottom. Together, they ran out of the water. Deliciously aware her naked breasts bounced, she wished they were both nude. Both completely free.

Deke pulled a chaise behind the little tiki bar and managed to sneak out a towel from beneath the metal curtain guarding the counter. After he laid it on the chaise, he held out his hand, a silent command for her to come closer.

A feeling unlike anything she’d ever felt before washed over. Her eyes lowered, shyness and excitement warring as she obeyed. Something in the tightening of his face, in the intensity of his dark, shadowed stare made her feel small and lusciously feminine. She wanted him in control. Wanted him in complete charge of their pleasure. Responding to the gentle pressure of his hands on her shoulders, she sank onto the chaise, following his lead as he placed her hands beside her head, as he spread her thighs and lifted her knees.

She’d never been this acquiescent, this submissive, but she was as eager to please him as she was for him to surprise her. At this moment, she’d give him anything if only he’d ease the terrible ache growing in her core.

His hands pressed on her inner thighs, opening them wider, and she moaned, turning her head, because even in moonlight, he might read some of the intense emotions flooding her.

A finger glided over the tip of a breast. Then he plucked it, pinched it. A hand smoothed up her inner thigh.

The sensations running through her body were almost too much. She’d been edgy and aroused all evening. When he slid his lips along her crest of her breast, she inserted her hand between them and covered herself, wanting only a moment to regroup and catch her breath.

Deke leaned back and raked a hand through his thick, wavy hair. “Second thoughts? We could dress. I’ll leave you at your room. This is your choice, Nicky.”

Breathing deeply to bolster her nerves, she shook her head. She’d never been this tightly wound. Her reactions were out of proportion to the intimacies they’d shared.
Get a grip.
Good Lord, how would she stand it when it he finally came inside her?

“I don’t want to stop. But I’m already coming apart,” she whispered, her tummy and thighs trembling. She reached to sink her fingers into his warm, thick hair and pulled him closer. “Please, Deke. I don’t want to wait.”

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“D
eke, please.” Her
back arched, breasts rising, the tiny points shivering with her shattered breaths. Droplets of saltwater shone like stars on her skin.

Deke couldn’t help but stare. She was perfect. Lush curves, heavy breasts, and fleshy hips. Sexy as hell as she lay quivering and panting. Perfectly fuckable.

But her sexy body and aroused state weren’t the only qualities that drew him. She was willful and strong. Things he loved finding in a woman, because he knew he wasn’t an easy kind of guy to be with. Too moody, he’d been told before. But this woman had read through his bullshit and figured out exactly how to rope him in closer.

She’d lifted her chin. Challenged him. And from that first little gesture, right there at her hotel room door, he’d known he was lost, ruefully self-aware the question was just a matter of whether he would last all the way through dinner, or take her right there in her doorway.

Although doing so had nearly killed him, he’d played the gentleman, which only seemed to irritate her more. Something that secretly amused him. He’d have preferred ordering in and then feeding her by hand, watching her open and close her pretty mouth, feeling her suck his fingers with every morsel until they were both so aroused they finished their meal, feasting on each other.

A nice fantasy, but here they were. About to make love on oily beach furniture in the shadowed space between the hotel fence and the back of a tiki bar. He hadn’t wanted their first time to be something sordid, but she’d been insistent. At the very least, he could take off the edge before convincing her to move their sex play inside where he could treat her the way she deserved.

Hell, he’d been so eager to take her, there in the water, he hadn’t been thinking with his brain. His hands curled. They were in the open, vulnerable to prying eyes—something she should never suffer. Exposed to possible danger. Fuck. He let loose a deep sigh. She would think he was a faucet, going hot and cold. She’d likely never speak to him again. He grabbed her hand and gently tugged her up to sit on the edge of the chair. “Baby, we’re going inside. Out here isn’t safe.”

Her fingers wrapped around the edge of the seat, and her shoulders curved. Her chin dropped to her chest. “Is going inside really for my safety, or are you playing with me? Are you a sadist?”

Ah, hell
. Deke went to his knees in front of her. He reached out to cup her cheek, but she jerked away. “I’m not a sadist.”

Her mouth curved downward. “I guess I’m tired anyway.”

He studied her face, as much as he could see of it in the moonlight. Her eyes were downcast so he couldn’t read her emotions there, but her breaths were shallow, blowing through pursed lips. Not a good sign. “I’ll go get our clothes.”

When he returned, she was standing, faced away. He placed her clothing on the sand beside her feet, and turned away to dress himself. When he looked her way again, she was closing her zipper.

At a loss as to how to salvage the moment, he fisted his hands on his hips. “I’m sorry, Nicky.”

“Don’t be.” She strode toward him, stopping directly in front of him then lifting her face to glare. “Today’s been…interesting. I don’t think I’ve ever been with a guy who could go from hot to cold so fast. I have to admit, I’m confused.”

“It’s not that I don’t want you.”

Her mouth twisted. “I’m underwhelmed with that admission.”

He huffed out a breath, irritated with his inability to express himself in a way that didn’t make her angrier. “Dammit, Nicky.” He grabbed her hand and, ignoring her gasp, held it against his cock. “I’m so goddamn hard, I can’t think. I’ve been this way since you untied your swimsuit top and asked me to apply sunscreen.”

Her fingers trembled in his grasp and he slowly unwrapped his own, releasing her. But her hand remained snug against him, fingers spreading and squeezing. His cock pulsed, and he closed his eyes, savoring the sensation of being stroked.

When he opened them again, he found Nicky looking at him, uncertainty gleaming in her eyes.

“Is this all you want from me?” she whispered, her hand giving him another squeeze.

He shook his head, because he really didn’t know what more he could accept. Being here on this island was a job with a limited window of opportunity. When they returned to Virginia, they’d both go back to their own worlds. But his silent answer seemed to satisfy her.

She nodded curtly. “Good.” She dropped her hand, and stepped sideways, around him, leaving him as she walked back toward the hotel.

He turned and sprinted after her retreating form. “Wait. That’s all you have to say?”

“You want a poem? Hearts and flowers?” She gave a cute, girly grunt. “I’m not that kind of girl, SEAL-boy.”

His strides didn’t shorten as he caught up to her. He caught her hand and lengthened his strides, pulling her behind him again, eager to get her alone, because once she was safely inside her room, he didn’t intend to stop. Not until they were both sated.

“Like I said,” she grumbled. “Hot and cold.”

And back to boiling. He tightened his grip and walked faster.

She arrived at
her door breathless and slipped him her key card. Once he’d opened the door and done his little safety check, he directed his attention back to her, laser focus sliding over her body, head to toe, leaving her feeling singed everywhere his gaze touched.

He turned on the lamp beside the bed then strode to the overhead light switch, turning it off. Then he went to work on his buttons, jerking his chin in her direction. “Get those off.”

Although she’d never been spoken to like that before by a man, she didn’t need to be told twice. His delivery was harsh and graveled, his words straight to the point—and she found she liked it. But she didn’t dare betray her inward grin. She couldn’t have him feeling too confident. Already once tonight, he’d taken her to the edge of her endurance. Her pride wouldn’t allow her to reveal the extent of her desire. She narrowed her gaze and took her sweet time stepping out of her shoes, removing the few pieces of jewelry she’s worn—earrings, a thin bracelet—and setting them on the bedside table. By the time she reached for her zipper, she saw he was already nude and he’d folded his arms over her broad chest.

Her fingers went still as she stared at him. Her mouth dried. In the golden glow of a single lamp, his body was a beautiful, burnished brown, except for the pale stripe of skin across his hips. Her gaze went straight to his sex, already fully awakened, and jutting from his groin. Perfectly proportioned with his large, muscular body.
Oh my.
Her thighs pressed together at the renewed urgency cramping her core.

He strode toward her, more intimidating naked than he’d been clothed, and she fought to breathe, lifting her hair clear of her zipper as he circled behind her and slid down her zipper. She trembled as he quickly pushed her dress to the floor and hooked his thumbs in the sides of her panties to drag those off, too.

Standing naked, she shivered in the cool conditioned air as he circled her again, his head bent as he studied her body. Not politely, either. His hands touched everywhere his gaze went, smoothing over her bottom, her hip, lifting her breasts one at a time. Slipping between her legs to cup her mound. Feeling as though she’d been thoroughly inspected, she didn’t know whether she should feel flattered or outraged.

When he stopped right in front of her, he lifted her chin with a curved finger. “I can’t be…polite.”

She didn’t reply, simply giving him a steady glare. Was she really ready for this?

“Just so you know. It’s been a while for me, Nicky.” His jaw tightened and he stepped back. “I want you in the middle of the bed. Be sure to pull the covers all the way down.”

“Are you always this romantic?” she quipped, shaking back her damp hair.

“I’m never this desperate.”

His voice was a deep sexy rumble that filled the air between them. She blinked and a wash of pure percolated heat swept over her. His words weren’t an apology for his lack of finesse, but a satisfactory explanation in her mind. He felt the same way she did—so taut with sexual desire not much was needed to snap the thread of her self-control.

While she stared, he opened his hand. A condom rested in the center of his palm. She watched fascinated, oddly jealous as he quickly fit it to the tip of his cock and rolled it down, giving himself a quick up and down stroke before glancing at her again.

The moment had arrived. This time, she didn’t feel a single sliver of doubt. She wanted him. Although they’d only just met, getting it on felt inevitable.

He made a growling sound, which made her jerk, and she hurried to the bed, aware of his gaze following her. She pulled back the covers and tossed them to the floor. When she glanced over her shoulder, her breath hitched. He was right behind her.

Strong arms encircled her waist. Rough hands cupped her breast and mound. His bristled cheek rubbed against hers. “This first time’s going to be a little rough and fast.”

Nestling back against his hard body, she whispered, “And the second?”

His breath gusted on a choked laugh. “I’ll take it slower. Give you everything you want.”

“Rough and fast is good,” she rasped.

He twisted behind her, and easily lifted her, laying her on the bed. Before she could move to make room, he crawled right over her, nudging apart her thighs. His hands wrapped around hers, holding them beside her head. His cock pushed against her folds.

Not needing any further prompting, she opened to him, surrendering. She slid her feet up the mattress, bending her knees, spreading them, inviting him closer.

With a flex of his hips, he sank inside.

Nicky’s jaw lowered. Her eyelids drifted downward. The pressure of his large blunt head entering her was surprising. Glorious. His girth filled her, stretched her. Friction quickly heated her channel.

He began rocking, the push-pull of his hips drugging to her senses. Her pulse caught his rhythm, drumming against her temples. Moisture flooded her, welcoming him and easing his insistent intrusion.

All the while he moved, he stared down into her eyes, his features darkening, his nostrils flaring. “You’re so fucking tight, baby. So hot.”