SEAL's Desire (Alpha SEALs Coronado #1) - Makenna Jameison Page 0,43

of her, every square inch, and she was breathtaking. The side of her breast. The curve of her hip.

He cleared his throat. “Sorry, just. Wow.” He began to awkwardly wash her hair, reaching into the shower and fumbling as he attempted to keep the water from spraying into the rest of the bathroom. She’d covered her breasts with one arm, but he still had an eyeful of her glorious cleavage.

“Blake.”

“Yep?”

“This is silly. Just come in here with me.”

“You sure?”

She nodded, hastening a glance at him. “I need to shave,” he said, running a hand over his stubble. It had nothing to do with anything, just the fact that he was gruff and grungy at the moment. She didn’t seem concerned though, and he shucked his pants and boxers, stepping in with her.

She gasped as he stood naked under the water, his erection straining toward her. “I can’t help it,” he said, trying to make her more comfortable. “Let me just finish up with your hair.”

She stood in front of him, holding her wrist out of the spray, and he used both his hands to wash her hair. She sighed, leaning her head slightly back against him. Her eyes closed as the water ran over her. “You’re safe,” he murmured quietly, enjoying the feel of her wet, naked body so close to his.

She relaxed into him further, his erection pressing against her lower back.

It was erotic and sexy as hell watching the water sluice over her bare skin. Her back was still to him, but Blake towered above her and could easily see the perfect swells of her full breasts, the tips of her nipples.

She wasn’t covering herself anymore, he realized.

Gently, he slid one arm around her slender waist, holding her against him.

The water was cathartic, washing everything away—their fears, the mud from the rainforest, even the reasons he had to stay away from her. She turned her head, looking up at him, and he ducked down for a kiss. It was slow and sweet, gentle, despite the fact that they were both naked and skin to skin.

She whimpered, and he kissed her again, more deeply. His hand ran over her bare breasts, caressing and teasing her nipples. She gasped and arched back against him, kissing him harder. His other hand moved lower as she whimpered for him, and when his fingers slid between her pussy lips, he found she was already wet and ready.

“You okay, sweetheart?” he asked.

“Touch me, Blake.”

Clarissa gasped as he obliged and trailed his fingers through her folds, finally rubbing her clit with slow circles. She was drenched with arousal, her face flushed, her breasts swollen. She moaned for him as he sped up his ministrations, and he captured her cries with his mouth as he drove her to the brink of ecstasy.

Moving his hand lower, he slid two thick fingers into her molten core. She was so wet and tight, her inner walls clamping down around him. His thumb moved over her clit as he pumped his fingers in and out, and she screamed for him, her pussy milking his fingers as she came.

Gasping for breath, she finally turned toward him. Blake grabbed a washcloth and began slowly cleaning her body, watching the soap suds move across her skin. He ran the washcloth up and down her arms, gently over her breasts, and then even between her legs as she flushed.

“You’re beautiful,” he told her. “Let me take care of you.”

“Blake, I just—I never expected this.”

He ducked down and kissed her, ending any conversation. She surrendered to him sweetly, letting him take control. After he’d backed her against the cool tiles in the shower and made her come once more, this time with his tongue, he finally shut off the water. “I wasn’t expecting you either,” he admitted, his voice gruff. “But now that I’ve found you, I don’t think I can let you go.”

Chapter 18

Clarissa groaned as the alarm clock blared at five a.m. the following morning. Or, oh five hundred, as Blake and his team called it.

Blake reached over and hit the snooze button, pulling her close.

They’d finally made it to dinner last night, where she’d met the rest of his team. She was sure she’d turned ten shades of red when one of the guys asked what had kept them. Blake was a perfect gentleman, saying only that he’d gotten her settled. She sensed they all knew something was going on with them though.

And the fact that he’d slept in her room last