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For some reason, she was terrified to come again.

The first time was kind of a surprise. She’d never really loved men going down on her, but she’d obviously been primed and ready.

Now she was thinking too hard. She looked weird when she came.

A former partner had told her that. And Tate’s position would let him see all of her. There was no hiding from him.

She was looking into his eyes, as he’d requested, but suddenly it was too much.

All of this. She’d loved this man forever and if she disappointed him, if she couldn’t take all of him, if he was disgusted by her body’s reaction to an orgasm, if he decided after this was over that he didn’t really want to be with her… she’d be devastated.

Laryn squeezed her eyes shut and willed her orgasm to fade.

Tate stopped moving, and she could sense him hovering over her. His dick was still only partially inside her, and it felt as if she was being split in two with just that much. She was going to disappoint him, which was soul-crushing.

She opened her mouth to tell him she’d changed her mind.

That she didn’t want this—which was a huge lie, but at this point, she’d do anything to protect her heart from breaking into a million pieces.

But then she felt his lips on her cheek.

Then her eyes. Then he nuzzled that sensitive place right under her ear.

He was kissing her in what felt like the most loving way. She was overwhelmed. Confused.

“I know,” he whispered against her, reading her mind. “It’s overwhelming. Huge. Feels like we’re on the cusp of something big and scary.”

“Something’s big and scary, all right,” Laryn couldn’t help but say.

He chuckled, and she felt it between her legs as much as she did against her chest, where he was touching her.

“Open your eyes, Laryn. ”

She didn’t want to. Really didn’t. But she was a damn adult.

She’d gotten herself into this position, literally, and she needed to woman up.

Besides, this was Tate. The man who she’d cuddled against her breast when he was feeling vulnerable and confused after waking up the morning after the bar.

The man she’d spent the last three years doing everything in her power to keep safe while he was doing his job.

And the person she’d gotten to know in the last thirty-six hours was even better than the guy she’d known already.

She opened her eyes.

His ice-blue gaze was right there, looking back. The concern she saw was soothing, but the desire was still there as well. And it was that desire in the face of her being a flake that made her relax a fraction.

“Giving up control is hard. But it’s not so difficult when you give it to someone you know will do whatever he or she can to keep you safe.

Protect you. Do what’s right. That’s how I feel when I fly with Pyro.

I know he has my back. If the shit hits the fan, I don’t have to wonder if he has what it takes to persevere.

In the air, on the ground, or if we get captured by enemy forces.

“And that’s how I feel about you. Yes, I’ve questioned the work you’ve done on my birds, but I think it was only because I wanted a reason to spar with you. To listen to the passion in your voice when you tell me what you’ve done and why it’ll keep my ass in the air, as you’ve so eloquently put it.

“When I woke up here, in your bed, next to you, those feelings solidified. I had no control over anything, and yet you kept me safe. Did what was right. You had my back. I’ve got you, Laryn . Watching you come apart in my arms will be a gift I treasure. Earlier was just a taste.”

“Literally,” Laryn couldn’t help but say.

He smiled. “Yeah. You’re beautiful. A fucking goddess. Knowing you’ve got a tank and undies on under your coveralls is going to fuck with my head from here on out. I’m going to have to learn how to fly with a damn erection.”

Laryn giggled.

“Damn, I felt that on my dick,” Tate said, as he straightened his arms and lifted off her a bit. “Look at us,” he demanded. “We’re amazing together.”

Laryn’s gaze traveled down their bodies to where they were connected. There still seemed to be an awful lot of his cock that wasn’t inside her, and her pussy lips were spread wide around him…and it was amazing. “You have freckles on your penis.”

He laughed. “Penis? Woman, I’ll have you know, that’s a cock. Or dick. Or manly love monster. Not a penis .”

Laryn laughed harder. She liked this. The comfort of their banter. The fun. Swallowing hard, she admitted, “I want this. You. More than I’ve ever wanted anything. I’m just nervous.”

“I know. But like I said, I’ve got you, Laryn. I’d rather eject from my plane deep inside North Korean territory than hurt you. Trust me.”

Taking a deep breath, she nodded.

“Now, look at me again. Please,” he tacked on.

She did as he asked.

Shifting above her, one of his hands went back between her legs and began to strum her clit once more. It wasn’t long before she felt the orgasm that had been simmering under the surface of her skin begin to rise.

“That’s it. Fuck, you’re so responsive. It’s a dream come true.

I love how your body reacts to me. The goose bumps you can’t hide when I do or say something you like.

The way your thighs shake. Your belly clenches.

It’s all erotic as hell, and it’s all I can do not to come just seeing it.

Knowing I’ve done this, I’ve made you feel this way, it’s a huge turn-on. ”

That was enlightening. Laryn realized she’d taken her previous partner’s words to heart when she shouldn’t have .

“Come for me, Laryn. Show me how good this feels.”

It took another fifteen seconds of his almost rough stroking of her clit before black spots danced in front of her eyes and Laryn felt herself flying over the edge.

In the midst of her orgasm, she felt Tate slide all the way inside her. And instead of being painful, it made her pleasure increase. She could feel every ridge, every vein in his cock as he claimed her once and for all.

And she did feel claimed. She was extremely full, but somehow she wanted more. Laryn shoved her hips up, wanting all this man could give her.

“Damn. You. Feel. So. Good,” Tate stuttered, holding himself still inside her as she continued to shake and convulse around him. “Your pussy is gripping my cock so damn hard. I can feel your muscles rippling around me.”

“Move,” Laryn ordered when she could speak, coming down from her orgasm.

She didn’t need to tell him twice.

He braced himself over her and his hips began to rock back and forth in a slow, methodical motion. It felt good, but it wasn’t enough.

“More, Tate. Harder.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’ll hurt you if you don’t fuck me properly,” Laryn growled.

The second the words were out of her mouth, he began to move with purpose.

His thrusts were fast and aggressive, and she could feel him bottoming out inside her each time.

Nothing had ever felt better, now that he was fully inside her.

And she was so wet from her most recent orgasm, the noises his cock made as he fucked her were sexy as hell.

Lubrication was important. She knew that better than most because of her profession.

“I’m not going to last long,” he panted.

Looking down their bodies once more, Laryn couldn’t help but be in awe of how they looked together. His fat cock, her pussy stretched around him, the way his abs clenched with each thrust…it was the most arousing thing she’d ever seen in her life. And it was happening to her .

“Can I come inside you?” Tate asked, the desperation easy to hear in his voice.

“Yes!”

Almost as soon as the word left her lips, he pushed inside her once more and stayed there. He looked up, closed his eyes, and his hips twitched against hers as he filled her to the brim.

Laryn could almost feel his cock flexing inside her as he emptied himself. She couldn’t help but smile with satisfaction. She’d done that. Turned this unflappable man inside out. It was an incredible feeling.

When he collapsed on top of her, she wasn’t prepared and let out a small grunt. He didn’t put all his weight on her, but it was enough for her to feel completely surrounded by him.

Tate propped himself up on his elbows and stared down at her for a long moment.

“What?” she asked, praying he wasn’t going to say anything that would ruin the moment. He was still lodged deep inside her body, and Laryn had no desire for him to go anywhere.

“Thank you,” he said quietly.

“I think that’s my line,” she told him.

“No. What you just gave me…it was beautiful. Your trust…I never knew how amazing it could feel to be given trust so completely the way you just did. So, thank you.”

And she thought he was going to say something to ruin the moment.

“I wonder if I can arrange to get a private bunk room on the ship,” he mused a moment later.

Yup. There it was. Guys were guys. Always thinking about sex .

“Because I’m thinking my nights of good sleep are over unless you’re in my arms.”

“Oh,” Laryn said in surprise.

He grinned. “You thought I was gonna say because I wanted to be able to have sex with you when we’re deployed, didn’t you?”

“Well, yeah.”

“What we just did…it’s too private to risk doing on a ship where your neighbor is literally inches away on the other side of a thin metal wall. Besides, I’d never disrespect you that way.”

“But sleeping with me won’t do that? Have people gossiping about us?” Laryn asked, genuinely curious as to his response.

“Not like hearing the squeals and moans coming from your mouth when I make you come,” Tate said with a grin.

Laryn couldn’t even argue that point because she wasn’t so far gone that she didn’t remember the sounds that escaped her mouth when she flew over the edge and he’d pushed all the way inside her. Pleasure mixed with surprise, and maybe even a pinch of pain. It was delicious.

“Whatever,” she said with a roll of her eyes.