Kidnapped by a SEAL - Makenna Jameison Page 0,39

she said as they stopped beneath the window overlooking the forest. “I want to feel like I’m outside—I was trapped in a dark room for so long. I thought I’d never see this again.”

He nodded, ducking down to kiss her trembling body. Her full lips met his, and he kissed and nipped at her. Suddenly he was gently turning her toward the window so she could see outside. She whimpered as he kissed her neck, her nipples pressing up against the cool glass.

Jesus.

What anyone lurking in the forest would see. Thank fuck there was no one around for miles—no one but Emily, him, and nature to witness as he claimed her as his.

His hand covered her pussy once more, his fingers trailing through her damp folds. If he’d harbored any doubts about how badly she wanted him, her body proved him wrong. She was wet and aroused—ready for him.

“Ryker,” she whimpered, gasping as his teeth grazed her neck.

He slid his rough fingers through her arousal and up to her clit, circling around as she gasped against him. He locked his arm around her waist, her breasts still pressed against the window. His able fingers coaxed her higher and higher, teasing all her silken folds. Her arm wrapped around his neck as she clung on to him, desperate and needy.

It was erotic as hell having her naked, writhing body in front of his. He glanced down, looking at his muscular forearm against her stomach. Her skin was pale and smooth; his was rough, with dark hairs covering it.

And the sweetest spot of all was his large hand on her sex.

She was swollen and dripping for him, and he was dying for just a taste of her on his tongue.

He began to move his fingers faster, circling her sensitive bud, and he sensed that she was nearly there. Her entire body became taut, arching back further against him, and then Emily screamed her release, her orgasm seeming to go on and on.

He growled in approval as she came for him, his fingers drenched with her release. Unable to stop himself, he lifted his hand to his lips, sucking off her sweet juices. She gasped for breath as she came down from her high, and then he was lifting her up and carrying her to bed.

She weighed next to nothing, and her naked body in his embrace nearly made him come undone.

“Do you have any condoms?” she asked after he’d laid her down.

Nodding, he dug one out of his wallet. He quickly stripped off his jeans and boxers, finally tearing his shirt off as an afterthought. Emily eagerly reached out and ripped the foil packet open, sliding the rubber down over his aching shaft.

She ran her hand up and down his thick length, and his cock jumped.

Jesus.

She needed to stop touching him or he’d come right here.

“Make love to me, Ryker,” she said, and in that moment, he could deny her nothing. She parted those creamy thighs for him, and he gazed at her a moment, entranced. Lining himself up at her entrance, he slowly pushed inside, ducking down to kiss her mouth as he claimed her.

Emily was tight, her inner walls still pulsing with her orgasm. She wrapped her slender legs around his waist though, her arms hanging onto his torso. Of course this woman would cling to him while he made love to her. Had she not done the same thing last night?

She was wrapped around Ryker like she belonged to him.

He kissed her as he bucked into her beautiful body, determined to make her come once more before he chased after his own release. He angled himself, grinding his erection against her clit as he dove deeper, and she gasped.

“That’s it, baby,” he said huskily. “Come one more time for me.”

“Ryker, oh God,” she whimpered.

He increased the pace, Emily tightening her hold on him, and with a few more quick thrusts, she was crying out his name again. Her inner walls clamping down around him caused his own release, and Ryker’s balls tightened as he shot his load into the condom.

Fuck, that was amazing.

He rolled to his back, pulling Emily right along with him, so that she was astride his semi-hard cock. Her body perched atop him was pure heaven, and she ducked down and kissed him. His arms wrapped tightly around her, securing her in place, pinning her to him. She was his, exactly where she belonged—right here with him, safe in his arms.

Chapter 17

Emily slathered some peanut butter