Page 88 of Cowboy SEAL Homecoming

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end, he just pressed another kiss to her mouth. Soft and sweet, a direct contrast to the hard invasion inside of her.

But that was what they were here for. Sex and joining and finding release together like this.

So, she moved against him, an arch, a slow glide. Testing the different angles that might offer pleasure. She gasped a little when she found one, then smiled against his mouth when he groaned. Becca was thrilled that she could make a man groan, especially a man like Alex—so strong, so in control all the time—except with her. Except with her.

It was a marvel and a wonder. Alex’s hands were everywhere. He glided and he explored. He touched and he ignited her from the inside out. He began to meet her movements, even as she set the rhythm, even as she determined the angle. He didn’t try to take it over, but he didn’t take a back seat either.

The desire built just as it had when his mouth had been on her. A slow meandering coil of pleasure that slowly felt better and better and better, a deep want that twisted tighter and bigger and stronger.

There had been a grace to Alex’s movements up to this point, but it was lost now. Instead, it changed into something more frenetic and desperate. She reveled in being a part of that. She reveled in all of it. Chasing her climax with her own movements even as he chased his.

“Becca,” he said roughly into her ear, and there was something of a warning note to his voice. But she didn’t heed whatever warning he was trying to get across.

She went faster and harder against him. So close. So desperate. He pushed deep on a groan, shaking, and she realized he’d lost himself in release. It was that knowledge and something like power that sent her over her own edge. A blurring, sparkling tumble into warmth and sated satisfaction.

He crushed his mouth to hers, desperate and needy. Which matched the odd flutter beneath all that yes—those desperate, needy feelings she didn’t know how to handle. A seedling off kilter even as she felt alive with light and desire and pleasure. She wanted to relive the moment a million times even though she didn’t think she’d survive it.

She didn’t want to survive it. She just wanted to experience it over and over again.

“So, that was a thing too,” she managed to say once his mouth left hers. Her voice was rusty and barely audible.

He nuzzled into her neck, kissing her collarbone, her shoulder. She loved those little brushes of intimacy. Found she needed them in the aftermath. Not a surprise he would give them, that he would know to. Routinely when it came to what she needed, Alex gave.

“Yeah, well, you’re quite a thing yourself,” he muttered, curling around her, pulling her into him.

He held her there for she wasn’t sure how long. She didn’t want to count or think. She just wanted to enjoy.

So she did.