Redeeming Her SEAL (ASSIGNMENT Caribbean Nights #9) - Kat Cantrell Page 0,52

every inch of it. “I swear. Later.”

“It’s okay,” she murmured. She needed him too, just like this, blind with pleasure and lost in each other. Besides, sex against the door counted as romantic in her book. “Please tell me—”

He held up three condoms fanned out between his thumb and fingers, and she smiled. The man was definitely a keeper. She had a whole box in the bedroom, but silly her… she’d thought they’d actually get to the bed, and there was no way she’d make it that far now.

Eager now that she knew the agenda, she pulled him to his feet, stripped him of his nice clothes and wiggled out of the rest of hers, then yanked him back into place against her. Exactly where she wanted him.

He sucked her tongue into the heat of his mouth, rolling his own around hers until the little pulls in her abdomen became big ones, all long and liquid and so delicious. She threaded her fingers in his hair and held on as he shoved his thigh between hers, a move she’d always thought of as his specialty because oh, my God did he know how to hit the right spot.

His thick erection ground into her stomach, and she wanted it more than she wanted to breathe. “Don’t make me wait then. Hurry.”

In seconds he had her boosted up, the door flat against her back as he pinned her with his heated blue eyes and pushed inside. Slowly. Inch by inch, he slid home, watching her with something so miraculous in his gaze that she couldn’t look away. Didn’t want to look away. She wanted to be affected by him, surrounded by him. Loved by him.

At last he was sheathed, but instead of setting a record pace on the way to a furious orgasm, he held still for an eternity until she thought she’d break apart from the bliss of his length locked inside her.

“Charlie,” she croaked but his lips claimed the last half of it as he kissed her with the sweetest fire, as if he couldn’t get enough of her.

But the reverse was true—she couldn’t get enough of him. The thrill filled her to the brim.

Then he eased out and back in, setting up a rhythm that was new, different. Not what she’d fantasized about over and over again. They’d always been hot and heavy, unable to keep their hands off of each other. But that had been before.

History blew away as he drew out her pleasure with long, slow thrusts, changing the angle until she gasped out his name, nonsense, a hallelujah. Nothing registered anymore but the things beating through her chest and the pressure building at her core that was so much bigger than a swelling need to come.

“Missed you,” he murmured in her ear with a sigh.

Her eyes blinked open, and she stared at him as he pushed her higher against the door, piercing her soul just as easily as he was piercing her body. Oh, God. He’d said the same thing last night but not with such raw, achy need laced through it, and there was no way to misinterpret what was happening here.

This was the reunion she’d dreamed about for so long, but it was spiked with so much more meaning than just a physical joining. Months and months of angst and regret and longing vanished, and she threw open the walls of her heart to let the flood of this man wash through her.

Nothing mattered but this. Not the ambiguous possibility of more heartache in the future. Not his tendency to be closemouthed about things she desperately needed to know. He was here, in this moment, communicating with her the way he did best, and it was powerful.

She tightened her legs around his waist, drawing him deep until she could hardly feel where she ended and he began. As it should be. They rocked together until the friction built and built on itself again.

Scrabbling at the threads of her release, she tried to hold on because she wanted this to last forever, but he sensed her rising tension like she’d plastered the news across her face. His pace picked up, and he drove his hips faster until her body betrayed her with a spectacular climax that instantly yanked a groan from him as he came in tandem.

“Gorgeous,” he mumbled as his legs tensed and he pulsed inside her. “So gorgeous.”

His head thunked down on her shoulder, and she tilted hers against his cheek, speechless, boneless.