SEAL’s Love by Leslie North

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They raced up to his bedroom like their butts were on fire—thank goodness the girls were still distracted by their movie downstairs—then Colin closed the door behind them. For all the heat and passion they’d shared outside on the patio, neither of them moved right away now, both staring at each other in the shadows.

“So…” Harper said. Colin’s fingertips itched to stroke her silky skin, to make her moan low and deep and needy. She moved closer, and he couldn’t stop from placing his hand on her hip. Harper looked down at his hand, then back up at him. “It’s been a while for me.”

He slipped his hand higher and hooked his finger through a belt loop on her shorts, the need inside him growing more intense by the second. “Me too.”

“We’ll need to be quiet,” she said as the voices of the rest of his family echoed from downstairs and outside.

Colin swallowed hard. He wanted Harper so much he was bound to be noisy about it, so…

For some reason, the idea they had to be quiet about it only made him hotter.

She smiled up at him, tracing a finger down the center of his chest. “So, what do you like?”

“Uh.” His lust addled brain struggled to make sense of her words as that finger of hers reached his waistband.

“Don’t tell me you’re a missionary-style guy,” she said, pouting.

“What? No.” He scowled and tugged on her hip, drawing her closer. “I mean, unless that’s what you like. I’m not as vanilla as you think, darlin’. You aren’t the only one with a wild side, you know.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really.”

“What makes you wild, then?” She nipped his earlobe and a small groan escaped him before he could bite it back. “Tell me.”

“Tell you what?” he croaked out, his throat parched and full of want.

“What you want, how you want it.”

His pulse stuttered and he stared down at her, his gaze sharp. “What about you? I want to know about you too.”

“Okay.” Her smile turned sly. “I ask you a question. You give me an honest answer. You ask me a question. I do the same.”

“And I can ask anything I want?” His fingers tightened on her hip.

“Only if I can do the same.”

Tension knotted in his gut. Her sweet scent drifted around him and muddled his already murky thoughts. He wanted Harper, more than he’d wanted anyone in a long, long time. Maybe ever. He’d never been a man to run from a challenge, and he wasn’t about to start now. “Fine.”

“Fine?” She looked surprised and he smiled.

“Yeah. Fine.”

She kept her hands on his hips. The position thrust her breasts against his chest. He imagined stripping her of that hoodie, tank top and bra and teasing her nipples until she begged for mercy. As if sensing his thoughts, she pressed tighter to him, each breath making him more aware of her heat and curves and softness. “So, we’re doing this, then?”

He wanted to cheer from the rooftops, but they had to stay quiet. So, instead, he just grinned and tugged off his T-shirt over his head. “Hell yeah, we’re doing this.”

The way her hungry gaze tracked his every movement made his temperature soar higher. They moved from the door to the side of the bed, the night air cool on Colin’s bare chest.

Harper kicked off her sandals. “So, tell me more about this wild side of yours. What have you done?”

He sat on the edge of the mattress looking up at her, his gaze narrowed. “Are you sure you want to know?”

“I asked, didn’t I?”

“You did.” He grinned, taking hold of her hips and guiding her between his spread legs. “Well, let’s see. It all started in SEAL training.”

Harper’s brows rose. “With the other guys on your team? You got busy in the barracks?”

Colin chuckled, leaning in to nuzzle her abdomen. “Uh, no. I said it started at SEAL training on base. Didn’t say it finished there.”

“Where did it end?” she asked, her hands gripping his shoulders tighter, and he eased her shirt up and traced the bottom line of her bra with his tongue, her voice going breathy.

“In a strip club.”

“A strip club?”

“Yep.”

“Your SEAL training involved hanging out in strip clubs?” Harper arched a skeptical brow at him.

“Oh, I wasn’t just hanging out there.”

“No?”

“No. I worked there too.”

Her shocked expression gave him the perfect opportunity to pull her down on the bed with him. Harper didn’t struggle, just stared up at him with wide eyes. “You worked as a male stripper?”

“Once or twice.” He shrugged. “The first time because I lost a bet with my teammates and my penalty was to strip at the club. They thought it would be funny. Like a real-life Magic Mike moment for the ladies who went there.”

As he talked, he reached down and began to massage Harper’s foot with gentle, circular movements. She melted in his arms, sliding a bit higher on the bed to allow him better access. He concentrated fully on his task, as he did anything important, wondering what she’d do if he bent down and kissed each one of her pretty pink toes. His body urged him to hurry, to get inside her as quickly as possible, to bring them both to the point where neither of them could remember anything but the undeniable, unrelenting passion between them, but he’d waited a long time for this, and Colin wanted it to do it right, to make it last.

“So, you took off your clothes for money for strange women?” Harper asked, her eyes closed and head thrown back, completely giving herself over to the pleasure he was giving her.

“Yep.” He stroked her toes and looked up at her and gave her a dirty grin. Then he scooted up and nudged the bottom of her tank top up with his head and licked the sensitive skin just below her navel. She shivered, biting her lip, as if holding in a moan. It was too much. It was not enough. He moved quickly, pulling off her tank top, then unhooking her bra and removing it too, leaving her naked from the waist up, same as him. Her nipples tightened in the cool air, and he didn’t think he’d ever seen a more beautiful sight than her laying there, wanting him, ready for him. He bent and took one nipple in his mouth, toying with the other while she writhed beneath him, only the occasional tiny mewl or gasp breaking the silence.

He kissed his way down her stomach again, then nudged her legs open, propping himself between them to give her soft thighs some attention. Harper gazed down at him, sinking her fingers into his hair and making him shudder from the caress. She flashed a naughty grin. “Whatcha doin’ down there?”

“Playing.” He winked, then continued kissing and stroking her until he reached the waistband of her shorts. His pulse was pounding hard behind his temples, and his cock felt ready to tear through his jeans, but he was having too much fun to rush now. “I do love to play.”

She laughed, low and sexy. “And here I thought you were all about work.”

“Not tonight, I’m not.” Colin trailed his fingers down her sides and caught them in the waistband of her shorts, slipping them around to the front. Slowly, he undid the button on her jeans, then slid down the zipper. Man, she looked so gorgeous and vibrant that it nearly hurt to look at her. After a few tugs, her shorts and panties were gone, leaving Harper naked beneath him. She didn’t try to hide at all, obviously completely comfortable in her body, and it was one more thing that drove him wild about her. No shyness, no hesitation, just life and adventure full-force.

His blood sang with need and he couldn’t wait any longer.

He spread her legs wide and lay between them, kissing her inner thigh again before using his thumbs to part her delicate folds and licking her most sensitive flesh. He sucked gently, using his tongue and fingers to make love to her until she was panting with need. Man, he’d never been this into anyone before, never felt this level of desire. Only with Harper.

After several minutes of teasing her to the brink of climax only to pull away and deny her satisfaction, he slid first one, then two fingers inside her slick channel. Pumping them in and out in a steady rhythm, he resumed his erotic torture on her most sensitive flesh. She arched against him, needing more, more, so much more, head tossing on the pillow, lip bit tight to keep from crying out. Then he crooked his fingers inside her and pressed upward into her G-spot, and she came hard. Never one to settle for less than the best, he nursed her through it, still licking and nuzzling her slick folds with his tongue, as he dragged her orgasm out as long as he could, unable to get enough of her. From the way she was clutching at his hair and digging her nails into his shoulders, it appeared she felt the same about him, encouraging him with small whispers and sighs and gasps, telling him and showing him what she liked.

Unable to resist, he brought her to climax a second time, her body pulsing around his fingers and his tongue as she orgasmed again.

Eyes closed and breath ragged, she lay panting against the pillows while he kissed his way back up her body, stopping to kiss the thudding pulse point at the base of her neck. “You’re magnificent,” he whispered. “Have I ever told you that?”

“No, you haven’t,” she teased him back, her voice sounding drowsy and content.

He chuckled against her skin, then propped himself up on one elbow beside her. “Does that mean I should do it more?”

“Definitely.” She squinted up at him with one eye.

“All right then.” He bent and kissed her long and slow and deep, allowing her to taste herself on his lips. His cock still ached, demanding release, pressing painfully against the fly of his jeans. As if reading his mind, Harper reached down and stroked him through the stiff material. He swallowed a groan.

“Let’s see what we can do about this.” She pushed him over onto his back and kissed her way down his chest to the top of his jeans. With gentle tugs, she removed them along with his boxer briefs, his hard length springing free. Colin seriously feared he might die of pleasure when she grasped him firmly by the base, stroking slowly upward toward his sensitive tip. He watched her work, having more and more trouble not making a noise as she drove him closer to the edge of ecstasy.

Then she swiped the pad of her thumb across the tip of his cock, gathering the drop of fluid there, and brought it to her lips and yep. He was a goner. Here lies Colin Parks. Died from desire. May he rest in peace. Of course, Harper wasn’t done yet, because just when he thought he couldn’t take anymore without embarrassing himself, she dipped down to envelop him for the first time, swirling her tongue around him, then lowering to take several inches of his cock into her mouth. Oh God. It was too much. It would never be enough. He slid his fingers into her hair and gave her gentle guidance as to what he liked, but after several heady minutes, his fingers tightened against her scalp and he forced her to look at him.

“I need to be inside you.”

“I thought you’d never ask.” She gave him a hot-as-hell open-mouthed kiss, then pulled a condom packet out of the nightstand drawer, ripping it open with her teeth before slicking it on to his cock with a playful smile. “Saddle up, cowboy.”

Colin nearly lost it then, doing his best not to laugh as loudly as he wanted to. He’d never had this much fun during sex before. It was addictive. “Giddy up.”

He smacked her on the ass and she laughed too.

Harper placed her knees on either side of his hips and raised herself over him, reaching behind herself to position his tip at her wet entrance. “Ready?”

He didn’t answer aloud, just closed his eyes and smiled. Man, he’d been wanting this, dreaming about this with her, since… well, if he was honest, since the day they’d met. And yeah, it was as good as he thought it would be. Better even. They were having fun, sure, but it also felt like they were connecting on a deeper level too. Like this was more than just sensual fun. There was also the closeness, the trust, the emotion behind it too.

Then, she slowly lowered herself down onto him, inch by delectable inch, until he was buried so deep inside of her he didn’t know where she stopped and he started. Colin didn’t think about much of anything then, except all the sensations running riot through his system. Intense pleasure, happiness, satisfaction, and an odd possessiveness and sense of protectiveness. Like Harper was his, and he’d do anything to keep her happy and make sure she was safe. She bent and kissed him, each of them swallowing the other’s moans of passion.

“This,” she said against his lips. “This is what I’ve needed all night.”

“You and me both, darlin’,” he whispered, gripping her hips and beginning a steady rhythm of thrusts which had them both on the brink of coming all too soon.

He sat up and nuzzled her chest, saying into her skin, “Christ, you feel so incredible. So warm and tight and giving.”

“You too,” she said near his ear, her hips rocking against him and her inner muscles squeezing tighter around him, making his breath catch in his throat. “So good. So incredible.”

She bent to him again, and they kissed passionately as they each raced closer and closer to the edge. Soon, tension coiled tight at the base of his spine and his balls tightened. He was close, so close. Blood pounded through his veins as his climax built to a fevered pitch. Colin gripped her hips and his body tensed. Wanting to bring her with him, he reached between them to stroke her most sensitive flesh, and she came around him again, her head falling back and her eyes closing.

Colin drove into her, once, twice, his body going whipcord tight on the third and final thrust.

He buried his face in her neck and came hard inside her.