Page 29 of Stranded with the SEAL
“Shh,” he whispered gruffly as she babbled. “It’s okay now.”
“I’m so glad you’re back. I was scared. I would have sworn there was somebody outside that bedroom window, and then the front door was open…”
“You didn’t do that?”
She shook her head. “No.”
Maybe those tracks were made more recently, after all.
She went into his arms, resting her head on his shoulder.
He rubbed his hand down her silken hair, his lips naturally moving to hers to soothe her with gentle kisses. “I’m sorry you were scared.”
“I thought I was going to die, and I was so glad that you’d been here with me, Trevor. That I haven’t been alone.”
He wanted to comfort her, wanted to pull her back into his arms like he had before. They’d already kissed once, which made it easier for him to do it a second time. He pressed kiss after kiss on her lips, each one gentler than the last. “I’m glad, too,” he whispered.
His eyes had adjusted to the darkness and he could see hers in the dim light, questions shining in their depths. He took her mouth once more, none too gently this time, in an all-consuming lover’s kiss.
She responded to him, kissing him back, and he twirled her around so that her back was to the wall, pinioning her there against him. He needed this, needed to feel her body against his and her mouth intimately melding with his mouth.
His hand reached up to her breast of its own accord, lightly cupping her there before he moved it back to her waist, but she took his hand back to her breast and squeezed it, and he kneaded her full, soft flesh as his hips bucked against hers.
He lifted his head, panting with the effort of holding back, even as she held his hips tightly to her. She was engaged to another man, a man she loved who — he was sure — she’d never knowingly betray.
He hated himself in that moment, hated himself for lying to her and wanting her anyway. He couldn’t sleep with her while she didn’t know who she was. He cupped her jaw with his hand and opened his mouth to speak.
“You’d better not say we shouldn’t do this,” she said, pressing her head against his head, her chest against his chest. “We don’t have to sleep together, Hawk. Just be with me for a little while.”
Trevor closed his eyes, sensations and temptation pulling him through the darkness. When she touched her lips to his once more, he exploded. His hands moved down, circling her neck and teasing her with his grip before reaching for the hem of her shirt and pulling it up to expose her voluptuous breasts.
That was the word for her. Voluptuous, with curves like the fierce waves of the ocean that begged to be fitted against him.
You swore you’d never take advantage of her.
Damn it, he knew that was a mistake the moment he’d said the words. She sucked lightly on his neck and his muscles clenched as he became overwhelmed with the desire to lower her to the floor and sink into her sweetness, to love her body with a ferociousness born of hot, slick lust.
He lifted his head from hers, nearly growling with the effort it took to do so. “We should stop.”
“I don’t want to.” She went up on her tiptoes and kissed him with her full, tantalizing lips.
Every taste of her made him crazy for more, and he raked the gentle softness of her upper lip with his stubbled face, knowing he was scraping her and loving how she moaned out loud when he did it.
She would be an amazing lover, able to take his passion in kind, and he squeezed the flesh of her ass hard with both hands. She lifted one leg around his waist, pressing her most intimate spot against the fly of his jeans, and the heat of her sex radiated through his clothing.
“Tell me to stop, Livy,” he ground out coarsely. “Tell me you want the life you can’t remember more than you want me, or I won’t be able to stop myself from fucking you.”
She threw her head back. “I don’t care…”
“Think!” He held her face, one hand on either side as he stared into her eyes in the near-darkness. “Is there someone you care about. Someone you…love?” He swallowed against the strain in his throat, the strain of his cock against his jeans. “Don’t let me ruin your life so easily, damn it.”
Olivia’s eyes went wide and her leg dropped to the floor. “What do you mean?”
“I didn’t tell you everything I know.” He ran a hand through his hair.
She crossed her arms. “You’re scaring me.”
“You fell on your left side when you were thrown during the accident. Your hand was swelling up, and I had to take off your ring.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out the diamond engagement ring, holding it out to her.