Page 20 of The Night Ride (SEALs on Wheels #3)

He growled into my mouth as I gripped his ass and pulled him in tighter. Actually growled. His hands snaked beneath my top, gliding along the smooth skin of my abdomen to cup my boobs.

It was then he finally ripped his mouth away and stared at me with such hunger I felt it reach deep into my core and grab hold.

He reached over his head and yanked his shirt off over his head. His dog tags dangled along a silver chain. Before I could reach for them and study them closely, he drew my top off. Then stared at my pale purple bra with lace covering my cleavage.

He reached down and undid the front clasp. My boobs spilled out the moment it was unhooked.

“Jesus Christ,” he groaned and swooped in. He caught one of my nipples between his teeth and grazed the sensitive bud.

Ecstasy shot from my tits straight to my pussy and I throbbed.

Moaning, I threaded my hands into his hair and arched my back, feeding him the mound. He took his time exploring my cleavage. Nipping and sucking on the rosy buds. They swelled and lengthened beneath his arduous mouth.

I gasped when he bit down. Not hard enough to break the skin but enough that pleasure jolted through me, pooling in my core.

He journeyed south, planting hot open-mouthed kisses over my torso until he reached the clasp of my jeans.

He shot me a carnal look. As if he waited for me to deny him and tell him no.

But I was all in. This was the stuff of my deepest and darkest fantasies.

I bit my bottom lip and nodded yes, that I wanted him to take my jeans off.

I studied him in the low lighting as his muscular fingers undid the clasp and slowly drew the zipper down.

And then he hooked his fingers along the waistband, yanking the material down over my hips. His gaze darkened further into liquid black pools of lust. I lifted my hips and helped him remove my jeans until I was in nothing but a sliver of lilac lace.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Beth,” he murmured lightly tracing his fingertips over my thighs.

I opened my mouth to respond. Except the only thing that came out was a garbled gasp. Because he leaned forward and pressed his hot lips against the lace covering the most intimate part of me. He kissed my pussy through the lace.

“Aiden,” I whimpered, needing him in ways even I didn’t fully understand.

It felt as if I’d been waiting my entire life for this moment. It had been eleven years since I saw him that first time. And now that I was finally here with him, I never wanted this pleasure filled madness to end. Why would I? When it was even better than my fantasies had ever cooked up.

He gripped the flimsy lace and gently drew it down my legs. It was his gentleness that undid me. He was a hardened soldier through and through, yet he treated me with the utmost care as if I was fragile.

I stared as he parted my intimate folds and lowered his mouth.

His hot breath puffed against the most sensitive part of me.

Tingles of pleasure skittered along my spine.

He flicked his gaze up and met my eyes. And then he dragged his tongue through my center, tasting me, testing if I would refuse him and shove him away.

I whimpered at the incredible pleasure flooding my system.

Nothing would drag me away from this moment and this man. I’d waited too long for him. I’d wanted him for forever. And now that we were here, nothing would drag me from him. I would fight a damn tornado if I was forced to, for daring to interrupt one of the best nights of my life.

I spread my thighs wider, giving him better access and signaling that I was up for every ounce of pleasure he wished to dole out.

At my unspoken demand, he flashed a sexy smirk and descended upon my pussy like a force of nature. He took his time exploring my cunt, giving it slow, thorough licks as if we had forever. He wrapped his powerful arms around my thighs and held them open while he feasted.

Awash in desire, I tried undulating, attempted to make him go faster as need rose in furious waves. But he wasn’t having it. He held my hips steady, unyielding in his torrid assault.

With a moan of frustration, I gave up the fight, letting go of control, surrendering to his enigmatic caress.

I gasped and arched my back at the unmitigated pleasure suffusing my veins.

I throbbed in erotic delight, hungry for more.

Craving release as I whimpered, tossing my head back even as the sky outside the small basement windows erupted with lightning.

I exploded. Bucking against his hold. But he didn’t stop kissing my pussy. My hands found their way into his hair. I tried pulling him away from my sensitive flesh. Because I wanted more. I needed him inside me.

“Aiden, please,” I begged. “I need you.”

He finally lifted his mouth at my urging. His lips coated with my essence. “I don’t have a condom on me. This will have to do for tonight.”

I refused to go another night, hell, another second without him. “You don’t need one. I’m on the pill and clean. I know you guys are tested regularly. Please Aiden, don’t make me wait any longer.”

“Fuck.” He lowered his head to my abdomen. I felt the struggle within him, the need pumping off him in waves.

Aching, I urged him with another tug on his hair. “Please Aiden.”

He traveled up my body until his face hovered above mine. “Be sure.” He bit out. Like it took every ounce of his restraint.

And I knew if I told him no that he would back off in an instant. He made me feel safe and protected. It was something I hadn’t been in so long. Didn’t he understand that I was his? That I had always been his, and I was done waiting for him.

I looked him dead in the eyes and said, “Aiden Miller, I need you to fuck me right now.”

On a rough male groan that sounded as like it had been torn from deep within his soul, his lips claimed mine in a torrid kiss. I tasted myself on his lips.

We wrestled with his jeans and shoved them down far enough to free his member.

And then the smooth head of his shaft pressed against at my entrance, pushing inside, but even with need hammering us, he advanced slowly.

I felt every broad inch. My eyes crossed behind my closed lids, and I moaned into his hungry mouth.

He inched deeper. My body yielded. He thrust until he fully seated himself inside me.

Tore his mouth away to stare at me. We held still.

Desire beat a drumbeat within my chest. Fires raged within his steely gaze.

His control slipped the moment I gripped his taut ass and tried pulling him even deeper.

I ached for every ounce of pleasure with this man.

Now that we were here, I was never letting him go. I clenched around him.

He was so freaking huge riding the razor-sharp line of pain.

He growled. Withdrawing until only the broad head of him remained and drove inside like a battering ram. I rocked beneath him as he repeated the hard thrust.

“More,” I begged.

He groaned and descended upon me like gale force winds. Holding me close, his mouth claimed mine. I wrapped my body around his as he plunged. I met his rapid fire, deep, soul rending thrusts in a dance older than time.

But this was different from any of the men I’d been with. Not that there had been a lot. Yet even with as little experience as I’d had in this arena, I knew that this time with Aiden was unique.

Primal instinct descended as we chased our release. I undulated, meeting his pounding thrusts. My nails dug into his ass, trying to pull him deeper. Our bodies grew sweat slicked. Every part of my being had attuned with his.

We strained, racing toward completion.

He drove deep. I detonated. Pleasure engulfed every fiber of my being. My pussy quaked, clenching around his cock. Ecstasy suffused every part of me. But I hung on as Aiden chased his own release, his thrusts turned downright brutal. I loved every damn second of it.

“Fuck, Beth,” he growled as he came, ramming so deep it felt as if he had split me in two and poured his release inside me. His climax ignited a second round of ecstasy as my body hurtled into another orgasm. We rocked together, drawing our pleasure out until the tremors subsided.

He collapsed on top of me, burying his face against the crux of my shoulder. His rapid breathing puffed against my neck.

The lights stuttered on. Aiden lifted his face. Beneath the blinding basement lights the reality of what we’d done sank in.

I’d just had sex with Aiden.

“Beth, I—”

“So help me Petty Officer Miller if you say that you regretted this, I will hurt you.”

He quirked a brow. “Babe, I’m a SEAL. I doubt you could.”

“It’d be a sneak attack. You’d never see it coming.”

With a wry grin full of amusement, he said, “But now I’ll know it’s coming. So I know to be on my guard.”

“I’d simply ply you with more food and alcohol, and then I would launch my sneak attack.”

“I don’t regret this, Beth. But I worry that you want more than I can give you.”

I frowned. “I’m not sure what you mean.”

Except deep down I did. He didn’t want to be with me beyond our horizontal tango session. I saw it in his eyes. My heart clenched as reality set in.

He wanted me. He enjoyed being with me. But he was holding himself back from me. Denying us the chance to build something between us.

“I’m not in a space for a relationship. I don’t know if I will ever be. If you want to continue with me, I need you to understand, I’m not there yet and need you to be patient.”

My heart cracked. Yet I played it off as if I wasn’t dying a little inside as my perfect fantasy bubble burst.

“Who said anything about a relationship? We had sex, Aiden. I didn’t ask you for a lifetime commitment. I know your type is the for a good time call. We can enjoy each other’s company until you leave.”

He withdrew body and mind. His face shuttered. “It’s not that. I just, shit, I’m bad at this type of thing.”

“You don’t want anything beyond casual. I’m good with that.

I mean, you’re only here a few more days, anyway.

It’s not like I asked for your undying love.

” But I wanted it. Oh god, did I ever want it.

I thought that being with him would expunge him from my heart and soul.

Instead, it had done the opposite. For it had ensured, no matter where I went or what I did, he would always be a part of me.

“You deserve more.”

I did. Legions more. But long ago I realized that I cared more deeply than most. It was a me problem.

Although I never understood fully why I was never chosen but couldn’t dwell on it.

I sat up on the couch. My body still hummed from the epic double orgasm even as my heart cracked.

“I get to decide what I deserve, not you. We both wanted this. I still want you. And my feelings are my problem. We can enjoy each other’s company while you’re here. ”

Because then he would leave. And by the look in his eyes, I doubted he would return.

I swore to myself it would be enough. How many women got to have a love affair with the man they’d been crushing on since high school? I’d bet it wasn’t a lot. Once he left, I could pack this crush away and move on with someone else.

Because if all I had were a few days with him, I didn’t want to miss a moment. “I think we should enjoy whatever time we have together until you leave.”

Aiden assessed me, looking finer than he had a right too. “If you’re sure, because fuck I want you again.”

“Then what are you waiting for?”

“I want you in a bed and not just on the couch.” He hoisted me into his arms. I laughed, letting myself sink into the moment, and let him carry me upstairs to my bedroom.

Because I knew something he didn’t—I’d been in love with Aiden Miller since I was fifteen. And there was no protecting my heart from the coming break. I barreled toward the waterfall, anyway.