Page 8 of A Spark of Luck (The Defenders #2)

He shifted his feet to the floor and stood, unfastening his belt, and unzipping in one motion.

He let his pants fall, sat back down to untie his boots, and set them at the edge of her bed.

She stepped back to give him more room, and he stood and ditched his pants.

Commando made it easier. Aware of Cait’s eyes devouring his body, he stayed facing her and let her look.

Even though she’d stroked his leg and handled his butt in the emergency room, she hadn’t touched his front.

She deserved a good look same as he did her.

Except she moved against him, her lips working her way across the long scar on this chest near his heart, cradling his turgid erection in the vee of her legs.

Her hands slipped around to his ass at the same time he dropped his hands to hers.

Ready to fall back to the bed, he had to do a quick maneuver when she twisted them and pulled him down on top of her, the bed groaning with the sudden weight. “I’m too heavy.”

She wiggled against him; her mouth insistent on tasting the cords of his neck. “Nope, you’re perfect. ”

She moved to his mouth, devouring him with raw demand.

Every curve leaned into him, and he shucked his restraint.

If he’d acknowledged the dreams he’d had, this would be it.

She lifted her legs to enclose his hips.

The heat of her beckoned. He nudged her entrance and sighed against the wetness there.

Warning lights went off. “Wait.”

“I want you. Now.”

“Birth control,” he gritted out, leaning to reach for his pants.

“Patch.” She nipped at his throat. “Get inside me. I’m dying here, Hunt.”

He never, ever had sex without a condom. Ever.

“It’s okay, I promise,” she whispered against his mouth.

“I’m the doctor, remember?” His brain checked out, body taking over.

His cock was past comfort, past hardness into aching steel.

Still, he eased into her, taking care. She was tight, and he was big, but she shifted against him to force him deeper.

“Slow, Cait. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Hunt, I’m burning up inside. You won’t hurt me.”

He dropped his mouth to the closest nipple and sucked, pushing into her to the hilt .

A sharp sigh registered, and he let her nipple pop from his mouth and looked over her face. “You okay?”

“Oh yeah. Oh yeah.” She tightened her legs. “Oh yeah.”

He grinned. “Let’s ride, Doc.”

She caught his rhythm immediately, and the action locked the air in his lungs. Holding back, he slowed the pace, not wanting this moment to end. He lifted slightly so he could see her eyes. Her fingers ran through his hair, stroking from neck to nose.

“Don’t stop, frogman.” She grinned at him, and he smiled back.

“Want it to last, Doc.” But his skin was on fire where she touched him, the heat of her soothing sore places deep inside, and he broke rhythm, losing any intent he had to make sure she came first.

Her fingers clawed at his butt, her body twisting with his in a hard give and take.

Release came in a storm that knocked out his balance, his stability.

He basked in silence against the force of his completion, protecting himself as he always did.

Her channel tightened around him. He fought against the wave and dipped his head to trap her fractured scream of pleasure .

Her mouth nibbled at his and he went deeper, kissing her again and again until she sighed against his lips, her legs still tight around him keeping him in place deep within her.

He couldn’t find the energy or the need to pull away from her and kept up a light sweep of her from shoulders to hip.

Her nipples brushed his chest, and a buzzing alarm went off.

Dammit.

“What’s that?”

Hunt groaned. “My phone.” He had no choice but to separate from her.

“God, don’t go.” Her blue eyes, moist with emotion, begged him.

“I have to. I may be off, but I’m not off.” Careful not to crush her, he leaned off the side of the bed for his pants and pulled his phone from his pocket. Reading the text message, he swore. “I have to go.”

He levered off the bed and pointed at the wet wipes on her nightstand. “Can I?”

She had her arm over her eyes but left her body out for his view. For the first time, he wanted to jump back in bed and screw orders. The idea was the antithesis to everything he believed and practiced for his job. Warning signals flashed through his body.

She dropped her arm. “Yeah, help yourself. Hand me one, would you? ”

He pulled two, handed her one, and cleaned himself up. In another thirty seconds, he dressed and put on his boots. He stayed silent because what was there to say. He got his answer. There were sparks there, and the jury was out on whether it was a smart idea to have indulged.

He finished the ties and stood. Cait struggled from the bed, not bothering to hide her naked body which made him stop to savor the sweet skin and curves.

She slipped a t-shirt over her head and covered everything but her gorgeous legs.

She walked straight to him. Her arms slipped around his waist, her mouth seeking his, and he sank into a kiss that burned fire down to his cock.

Tempted. God, he was tempted. Excuses to his commander burned through his brain.

His phone buzzed again with another message.

He trapped her hands and set her away from him.

Honor and duty to his team first. It was all he had, and he’d built that ideology one hard lesson at a time for twelve years.

“I don’t know what’s up. I don’t know how long I’ll be out. Eat the cookie.”

With all speed he went out the door into the empty hallway, not looking back.

Temptation, thy name is Cait, and temptation led to foolishness. If there was one thing he wasn’t, it was foolish .

He shouldn’t have fallen for the lure in the first place.

Cait watched him go, dumbstruck and still awash in a sexual glow that permeated every cell. She went to the door, cracked it open, and glanced down the hall. That man moved like smoke. Here one minute, overwhelming her senses, and now gone. For a change, no one else loitered in the hall either.

She shut and locked the door and threw herself back on her bed. It smelled like Hunt, smelled like sex, smelled like them. Goosebumps shivered over her.

“Shit, what have I done?” She dropped her arm over her eyes. Unfortunately, her mind drifted and replayed every moment.

The fantasies she’d had after fixing him up had been hot ones.

But he’d blown all of those into the stratosphere.

The heat of his mouth sweeping over her skin, the weight of him against her, his hardness buried inside her – more glorious than she’d imagined.

She sighed and then frowned. Mentally skirting the implications of how right he felt with her on her small bed, she sat up and stumbled over the difficulty of accepting that she’d stripped naked for him with hardly a sweet invitation .

“Fantasies should stay fantasies, Cait. You know better than this. Guys talk.” Further, she didn’t know him at all.

Would he honor their privacy and keep the details of this to himself?

How would she know whether he did or not?

It wasn’t like the SEALs hung around spilling secrets and spreading gossip. Did they?

She tossed her blankets over her and fell back again. Familiar exhaustion crept through her. Her eyes drifted shut. Maybe he’d come back. Maybe she should try and converse with the man. On a thought, she snapped her eyes open and glanced at her makeshift nightstand.

The cookie lay there mocking her.

He’d brought her food.

Good strategy to get a woman in bed?

She squirmed against that implication, not liking it. But her brain and her body wouldn’t cooperate, and she dropped to sleep, feeling every ache of a body unused to lovemaking, and burdened with second thoughts.