Page 63 of Stranded with the SEAL

“It says I’m forty-five minutes away from you.”

“It’s rush hour, Trevor. Multiply that by three.” She was smiling so widely now her face was beginning to hurt.

“Taxi!” he called. “Are you still going to be home when I get there?”

“Mmm hmm.”

“You still going to be in your pajamas?”

“If you want me to be.”

“I’d rather you take them off completely.” He gave her address to the cab driver.

She loved their banter and the sexy implications of his words. “I’ll let you do that when you get here.”

“You’re getting me excited, and I’m sitting in a taxi cab with a driver named Rahul.”

She laughed out loud. “You’d better go, then.”

“I’ll see you as soon as I can.”

She showered, then washed and dried her hair, finally choosing a lacy negligee to wear for Trevor. Only once did her mind start to get the better of her, dampening her excitement with worry and regret, but she smacked it back down and refused to be unhappy.

Trevor is on his way here!

She damn near skipped through her apartment, shouting with glee.

When the doorbell rang two hours later, she ran to it and opened it wide. There he was, standing on her doorstep, a fresh tan on his skin and a hungry look in his eye that had her pulling him inside and throwing herself at him.

He picked her up as they kissed, and she held on to him by wrapping her legs around his waist.

“I missed you so damn much,” he said between kisses. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

“Me, either,” she said.

“Which way’s the bedroom?”

She pointed and he all but ran there, plopping her on the bed and following her down with his body.

She’d never felt so alive, so desirable,so happy. “I didn’t think I’d get to feel you on top of me again, or inside of me.”

He cursed under his breath and sat up just long enough to yank his shirt over his head. “You just talk about making love to me and you drive me crazy.”

He loosened his belt and she unzipped his jeans, reaching inside and freeing his cock from his clothing. She helped him take off his jeans and raised her arms when he pulled the negligee over her head.

Then he was inside her, neither one of them having the patience for foreplay, and just as quickly she was riding the wave of an orgasm. He was really here, he was really making love to her in her bed, and the knowledge that he wanted her so much was enough to bring on her climax.

But Trevor wasn’t through. He kept thrusting and retreating until he brought her to the edge once more before seeking his own release.

Olivia held on to his shoulders, loving the weight of him holding her down, and kissed his salty skin.

“Was it true, Livy?” he asked. “What the paper said. Was it true?”

She laid her head back on the pillow and met his eyes. “Every word. I confided in my sister and she sold them the story.”

“Ouch.”

“Yeah.”