Page 40 of Stranded with the SEAL

She thrust her hips forward, her sex pursuing his hand. “Please, Trevor!”

He slipped his fingers inside her and she bucked and moaned. He chuckled devilishly. “Is that what you want?”

“No.” She met his stare. “I want you inside me. I want you to be inside me when I come.”

The thought of her convulsing around his shaft overwhelmed him. Moving quickly, he shucked off his pants and briefs and settled himself between her legs, loving the way she opened to him. He kissed her, teasing her mouth with his tongue, and when she responded, he pressed inside her in one long thrust.

She yelped, her body going rigid.

“Did I hurt you?”

She shook her head. “No. Just give me a second.”

He felt her relax around him and clench him tightly, then relax again as she drew him in even deeper than before. The feeling was sweet torture, and he began to move inside her.

Her eyes flew open. “Don’t move,” she said, sliding up and down his cock in one tantalizing movement.

He began to pant. “You’re killing me.”

She smiled from half her mouth. “I’m just getting warmed up.” She arched her back, then pressed her hips forward, taking his whole length. “Now.”

She didn’t have to tell him twice. Trevor buried his face in her neck and began to move. Each thrust was better than the last, the pressure inside him building with every stroke. It didn’t matter who she was engaged to, he was going to explode.

He pulled out. “Get on your knees,” he commanded, and watched as she did as she was told, turning her ass toward him and arching her back so that its roundness and the crease between her swollen sex stood out.

He could have been a lion mounting his mate, so primal was his need to have her. He entered her roughly and she called out loud. He reached around her torso and grabbed a breast in each hand, squeezing her hard while he pumped into her from behind. “I don’t care what you remember. You’ll always belong to me.”

The sound she was making changed as her body clenched him tightly and she came fiercely around him, the spasms of her orgasm bringing on his own, bright and blinding. He came deep into her sweetness, retreating and thrusting again.

They stayed like that, fitted together, her body sucking at him as aftershocks rippled through her. There was just the sound of their breathing and the soft sounds of pleasure as they slowly came back to earth.

Trevor lifted himself off her back and took in the sight of his body still nestled in hers. This was right. Every touch, every movement, every sensation they shared. This was right, no matter who was waiting for her outside of this cabin.

“Trevor,” she said on a moan.

Olivia rested her elbows on the mattress and her ass tilted upward. In the faint light of the room, he caught the shadow of something down low on her left cheek.

A tattoo.

He narrowed his eyes and froze.

Brooke.

Brooke Barrons. The movie star. Olivia was so plain, so real, so naturally pretty, he never associated her with the overdone starlet. But now the resemblance was both obvious and startling. Everyone who stood in the checkout line at the grocery store knew about Brooke Barrons’ engagement. She’d said several times on national television that she would not reveal the identity of her fiancé until the wedding was complete.

He traced the outline of the tattoo with his finger. “Livy?”

“Hmm?”

“You’re not going to believe this, but I think you’re a movie star.”

26

Logan O’Malley wipedsnow from the bent steel frame of Trevor’s truck and frowned.

“Well?” asked Jax.

“Striations on the steel indicate explosives were detonated inside the vehicle.”