Page 7 of A Very Grumpy Navy SEAL (Wolf Valley: Grumps #10)

SEVEN

Lula

I stare at Koa, still dripping from my shower, towel clutched tightly around my body, and my heart thundering in my chest like it’s trying to escape. He burst into my room like a goddamn action movie hero with a pizza box and a confession that cracked something wide open inside me.

He talked to Ledger. And more importantly, he chose me. He wants me.

My throat is dry. My skin prickles with goosebumps, but it has nothing to do with the cool air from the AC and everything to do with the man currently devouring me with his eyes.

I want him. I wish I knew what I was doing or how to seduce him. As I study Koa, though, I realize that maybe I do know how to seduce him.

He looks like a caged animal that’s dying to break free. I want him to break free. I want him to pounce on me, to devour me.

Should I just drop the towel?

Koa inches closer to me, and I lick my lips. He drops the pizza box on the dresser. His eyes never leave mine, and the tension between us ratchets tighter and tighter until it finally snaps.

He moves fast.

One second, he’s three feet away, and the next, he’s pushing me against the wall and kissing me like he’s drowning and I’m his air.

I gasp, and he uses that moment to deepen the kiss, one hand cupping the side of my face while the other slides around my waist, pulling me close.

My towel starts to slip, but I don’t bother fixing it.

Suddenly, I don’t care that I’m wrapped in nothing but cotton and steam.

I don’t care about modesty, pacing, or even breathing.

I just want this. I just want him.

“Koa,” I whisper against his lips.

He pulls back to meet my eyes. “If you tell me to stop, I will,” he says, his voice raw and reverent. “But I don’t want to. I’ve wanted this since the second you ran into me at the diner.”

“I’m not going to tell you to stop,” I whisper.

That’s all he needs to hear.

He kisses me again, slower this time, but with just as much hunger. I can taste the need on his lips, and I moan, wanting more.

I reach up, threading my fingers into his damp hair as he pulls me flush against his chest. I feel every inch of him, every hard line and tense muscle, and I’m not self-conscious or hesitant like I thought I would be. I feel wanted. Desired. Revered.

Koa kisses down the side of my jaw, his mouth hot against my skin. “God, you’re perfect,” he groans, his hand sliding up the curve of my waist and pausing beneath the edge of my towel. “So fucking perfect.”

I whimper, arching into him as he lifts me effortlessly, cradling me against his chest like I weigh nothing.

“Bed,” I whisper.

He carries me across the room like I weigh nothing, like he was built to carry me, and lowers me gently onto the sheets. My towel loosens and falls away. For the briefest second, insecurity claws at me.

Koa pauses. Not because he’s hesitating but because he’s staring at me like I’ve knocked the breath out of his lungs.

“Jesus, Lula,” he murmurs, voice hoarse. “You’re... you’re everything.”

I lie back, exposed and trembling, not from fear but from want. From trust. From the overwhelming knowledge that I’m safe and wanted.

I smile. “Your turn.”

He nods and pulls his shirt over his head. I drink him in as he tosses his shirt aside and unbuttons his pants. I lick my lips, squirming as he pushes his jeans down. His eyes lock with mine, and my whole body bursts into flames from the heat in their green depths.

“Lula,” he rasps.

His boxers drop a second later, and then he’s moving over me, surrounding me, his body covering mine in the best way.

“I need you,” I pant.

“You have me.”

His lips claim mine, and I melt against him.

His mouth finds my neck, my collarbone and the swell of my breasts. His hands are everywhere, exploring, worshipping, mapping me like I’m a country he’s just discovered and plans to make his home.

His palms cup my breasts, and I arch into his hold. His thumbs brush my nipples, sending shockwaves throughout my entire body.

“Fucking hell,” he growls.

I suck in a sharp breath. “What?”

“Your body…You…You’re so fucking perfect, Lula. So goddamn hot.”

His praise turns into a molten pool of lava on the bed, and I rock against him.

“Koa,” I beg.

“You deserve so much more than me. You deserve the best. You deserve to be worshipped,” he murmurs against my skin.

“Then worship me,” I tell him.

His eyes flare as they lock with mine.

Then he’s on me, all over me.

His hands mold my boobs, and his lips wrap around one of my nipples. He sucks the stiff peak into his mouth, and I cry out at the sensations of his tongue rolling over my flesh, of his hot mouth and hands on my skin.

“More,” I plead.

He groans against my skin, moving lower, his tongue licking a path down my stomach.

“Koa,” I breathe as he trails kisses down my stomach, pausing at my hip like he’s trying to savor every inch.

“Say it again,” he whispers.

“Koa.”

He groans like the sound of his name on my lips is some kind of drug.

“Koa, please!” I cry, the ache inside me so intense that I think I might burst if I don’t find release soon.

With a growl, he pushes my legs further apart and buries his face in my pussy.

“Oh!” I shout, my back arching off the bed when he sucks my clit into his mouth.

His hands pin my thighs to the bed, holding me in place as he devours me.

His tongue licks down to my opening, swirls around my snug hole, and licks back up to my clit.

He repeats the pattern over and over. With each pass, my body tightens.

My legs shake, and I grip the sheets as his tongue flicks over my clit.

The movement sends me flying, and I scream his name as I burst apart beneath him.

“KOA!”

He growls against my drenched cunt as I cry his name again when another baby orgasm rolls through me.

He looks up at me, his black hair falling over his forehead slightly. His lips and chin glisten with my juices. He’s so hot like that. He looks like a warrior about to claim his woman.

I watch as he licks his lips and prowls up my body. His cock bumps my core, and I gasp as it brushes my clit.

“Lula. Bunny,” Koa grits as he lines his cock up with my opening.

I cling to him as he starts to press into me slowly, inch by inch.

“Oh, God,” I choke out when he bumps up against my virginity.

He stills and scans my face. He wants to know if I need him to stop.

I grip him tighter. “Don’t stop.”

He nods, and then he’s inside me. Fully.

I cry out, overwhelmed by the stretch, the fullness, the feeling of finally having him completely, truly, with no more barriers between us.

He stills, eyes searching mine. “You okay?”

I nod, my fingers digging into his shoulders. “More than okay.”

He gives me a moment to adjust before moving.

Slow. Deep. Intentional. He thrusts deeper, hitting every one of my nerve endings as he moves in and out of me.

The feelings, the connection, it’s everything.

Every push and pull, every groan and breathless moan builds toward something massive, something inevitable.

We move together like we were made for it. Like he was made for me.

His pace picks up, and my hips rock to meet his thrusts.

“Mine,” he growls.

I hold on, letting the waves of sensation carry me higher and higher until I can’t take it anymore.

“I’m—oh, God—Koa!”

“Come for me, Bunny,” he growls.

My orgasm crashes through me like a tidal wave, stealing my breath and making me cry out his name like a prayer. Koa follows a moment later with a low groan and a stuttering thrust that feels like a benediction.

We collapse together in a sweaty, tangled heap, his chest pressed against mine, our hearts racing in unison.

For a long time, we don’t say anything. I close my eyes, sucking in a deep breath to calm my racing heart.

A few moments later, he rolls to his side, pulling me into his arms and tucking me against his chest.

“Are you okay?” he asks, pushing my hair away from my face.

“Yeah. More than okay,” I say, my eyes damp, my throat thick with emotion.

He kisses the top of my head.

I smile as I cuddle into his side. “Is it always like that?”

He shrugs. “I’ve never…” he trails off.

I push up onto my elbow so I can look at him. “Seriously?”

“Yeah,” he says self-consciously.

“Why?”

“I just never wanted to before.”

I blink. “Oh.”

“What about you? Why’d you wait?”

“Well, I had an overprotective brother when I was in high school, and then, well…like you, I just never wanted to before.”

He smiles and kisses me softly. “I’m glad that I was your first.”

“Me, too.”

“Are you hungry? The pizza is probably cold by now, but?—”

“I don’t mind.”

He crawls out of bed and grabs the pizza box. I grin as he climbs back in next to me and flips the lid of the box open.

“Yum,” I groan as I grab a slice and shove half of it in my mouth.

Koa chuckles and grabs a slice.

We eat in silence for a bit, both of us starved after all of our activities. I finish three slices before collapsing against the pillows. Koa finishes and reaches for me. I tuck myself against him and sigh happily.

Everything feels perfect in this moment. What we just shared? It wasn’t casual. It wasn’t fleeting. It was the beginning of everything.

I hope.