Engaging his Enemy (Shattered SEALs #4) - Amy Gamet Page 0,36

her body was screaming with need for this man, her mind wouldn’t allow her to relax.

The bourbon she drank had helped a little, but its effects had disappeared with her rising anxiety. Zach kissed from her mouth to her neck, trailing his lips along the sensitive skin, making goose bumps rise up on her arms and legs. That was nice. Maybe if he did more of that, she would be okay.

She tried to inch closer to him, the awkward angle of her leg keeping her at a distance. She could move it, but the only place to put it would be the other side of his lap, resulting in her actually straddling his erection. She could already feel it against the outside of her thigh.

God, she couldn’t do this.

He ran his hands up the back of her shirt, and those warm, strong fingers felt so good she decided to move her leg after all. Straddling him, she rested her weight on his body, and he moaned down deep in his throat. Liking the sound of that, she did it again, arching her back to stroke him sensuously.

A breathless whimper escaped her lips as his cock rubbed her swollen clitoris, surprising her. Again she arched her back, feeling the pressure build between her legs before she thrust against him and it released.

She continued the motion as he lifted the hem of her shirt to reveal her breasts, nuzzling his head between them before stroking one with his hand. She barely had time to be self-conscious about her stretch marks before he pulled the cups of her bra down and groaned at the sight of her breasts.

“So beautiful,” he whispered reverently before taking her peak in his mouth. The sensation of his suckling combined with the pressure of her clit rocking on his cock was almost too much to bear, and she panted wildly.

What had she been worried about? This was already ten times better than any sexual experience she’d ever had, except for the foreplay their first time around. That had been shattered by the pain of losing her virginity, the good sensations barely having time to return before they were done. But this time… this time, there would be no stopping.

She wanted all of him, and the narrow little couch was an impediment to her progress. “Let’s go upstairs.” She led the way, his hand stroking her backside as she climbed the steps, his arms coming around her and dragging her down to the bed. No man had shared it with her before now.

He lifted her shirt over her head and threw it to the floor, and she unhooked her bra, discarding it as well. She needed his clothing gone, too, and she frantically worked toward that goal, ripping and yanking the fabric away until he was completely naked before her.

His body was glorious. Gone was the adolescent he’d once been. Bunching muscles encircled every inch of his body, their shapes perfectly defined. A trail of dark hair led from his navel to a thick triangle around his cock, which stood fully engorged and glistening at its bulbous tip.

She wanted to see it, wanted to put it in her mouth and taste it, hold it in her hands and drive him wild. She moved down his body and he cursed under his breath as she took the base in her hand and brought her lips to gently caress the head. Moisture beaded there, and she licked it, savoring its salty tang before opening her mouth and taking him inside.

He groaned her name as she took as much of his length as she could muster. Her hand raked the hardened muscles of his thigh, moving inward to stroke the sensitive skin of his balls. He withdrew from her mouth and thrust forward with a cry unlike any she’d ever heard, and she loved the power she held over him to make him feel that way.

She opened wider, intent on beating her previous attempt, but he hauled her up to face her. “No more,” he ground out. “I can’t stand it much longer.” Flipping her onto her back, he took her other nipple in his mouth and forced her legs open with his. Then his hand was on her there, stoking her most sensitive place with skillful fingers.

It was a sensual onslaught, and she could feel her excitement building with every stroke and suckle. But then a finger slipped lower, separating her folds and finding the eager entrance to her body. She