Page 35 of Stranded with the SEAL

“I can’t.”

He hung his head and she wove her fingers through his hair, the edges of her fingernails touching his scalp. She kissed his forehead.

“You’re killing me, Olivia.” Reaching down, he circled her ankle and slowly pulled it up to his shoulder, feeling for any resistance and finding none. When she was open to him, he pressed himself against her, lust and frustration mingling into one tantalizing cocktail.

She squirmed beneath him.

“Feel me against you,” he said. “Do you know how much I want you?”

“Yes, but we have to stop.” She brought her leg back down, not meeting his eyes. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I thought we could just kiss and be next to each other. I thought it might be enough.”

“Enough?” He took hold of her jaw and tilted her chin up until her eyes met his. “I want to be inside you,” he said. “I want to feel your body tighten around me when I make you come. I want to thrust inside you so hard I explode, and I want to hear your breathing settle in my ear and know that I did that to you.” Her eyes were wide and her breath came quickly. He shook his head. “Nothing else will ever be enough.”

He shifted his weight off of her, rolling her body so he was spooning her backside, and covered them with the blankets.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“It’s too cold for us to sleep on separate beds.” He did his best to sound like it was no big deal, even though his body was screaming it was impossible. He was a Navy SEAL, for God’s sake. He’d slept in more difficult situations than this. “You can relax, Livy. I’m not going to make another move on you tonight.”

“You expect me to just go to sleep, with…that?”

He knew she was referring to his cock against her backside. “Not a lot I can do about that right now. Just do me a favor and try to control yourself. And whatever you do, don’t wiggle your butt.”

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Olivia laidin the circle of Trevor’s arms, her traitorous body refusing to sleep. What had possessed her to kiss him when he nuzzled her neck?

Lust.

Oh, she lusted after him, all right. She wanted that man as much as he wanted her, but she was torn and feeling utterly responsible for her as-of-yet-unmemorable fiancé.

What if she did remember him, and suddenly regretted all of her actions with Trevor? It seemed the most likely scenario, so keeping Trevor at bay made sense. But fifteen minutes after his breathing became deeper and more rhythmic, she could still feel the pressure of his boner on her bottom, and was still forcing her pelvis to be still when she desperately wanted to press back against him.

She sighed heavily.

What would this night have been like if she’d welcomed his advances? They would have made love, that was for sure. It seemed all that man had to do was look at her and she skipped through fourteen kinds of foreplay in one hot second.

She didn’t want to behave and “do the right thing” where Trevor was concerned, and she wasn’t sure if that made her a petulant child or a grown-up woman who’d been given a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. A chance to experience another man, at a time when that chance should have been far behind her.

Trevor stirred in his sleep, his arm tightening around her middle. She slipped her hand over his. Even his hands showed the strength of his body, each finger heavily muscled and devoid of any fat. He was the epitome of the strong male physique, so she shouldn’t be surprised by her reaction to him. This was nature and sexual attraction at their best.

She sighed dramatically.

She wasnevergoing to get any sleep.

23

Olivia had been walking aroundon eggshells all day. Trevor was in a foul mood, and to make matters worse, the weather seemed to be deteriorating instead of getting better.

They’d grown accustomed to the snow and freezing rain, but the wind had really picked up speed, making it nearly impossible to be outdoors at all. Of course, that hadn’t stopped Trevor from patrolling the area twice already.

“We could play a game,” she suggested.

“I have things I have to do.”

“Yes, but you can’t get outside to do them, so maybe you should find something to do besides pace the living room and sulk.”

He’d slept like a baby, but she’d lain awake all night, certain she’d made the wrong decision. What was the point of being faithful to a man you couldn’t remember, when you were desperate for the one right in front of you?