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She shook her head. “So basically, lying here in bed is doing my country a great service?”
Riley twisted her head to look up at him. His face was serious, with a slight uptilt to his mouth. He believed what he said, but even he recognized it was ridiculous. But true.
She sighed and rested her head back against that glorious chest.
He placed his hand under her loose pajama top and ran his fingers softly up and down her back. It felt wonderful, as if his hands had magic properties. Maybe they did. Maybe that was a particular SEAL attribute—Magic Hands.
“You’re still tense.” It was so amazing to hear his words but alsofeelthem vibrating in his chest. She was tempted to ask him to recite something long, likeCasey at the Bator the lyrics toAmerican Pie.And just lie back and feel those deep vibrations against her cheek, without listening to the words. His hand going up and down and up and down and up and … down. That huge hand slipped under the PJ bottoms and caressed her buttocks.
It was very forward of Pierce. Mmmm. She should say something. And she would … soon. But oh God, that felt good. She found herself moving her ass in time with his hand, and the more flesh his hand covered, the better it felt.
And she dropped all pretense with herself. She wanted this. She wanted it badly. Her right hand was over his left pec and he covered her hand with his. Then he laced his hand through her fingers. The other hand continued its exploratory path over her back.
It might be considered raw stress relief. She’d been chased, shot at, hounded. She’d had to put together a technical presentation that could be understood by tech Neanderthals. So a little sex could be considered perfect to release all that tension. Sex notoriously engendered endorphins—feel good hormones.
But it wasn’t that. She didn’t want just a penis with a person attached. She wanted him, Pierce. And only him. This man who’d saved her and who had slotted into her life so quickly and so well.
The man who had unquestioningly shouldered all her burdens, while doing his best to protect her.
A man who got her, maybe because he was friends with her friends. Her friends had found their soul mates. Men whogotthem. All of them—Felicity, Hope, Emma and Riley herself—were brainy but sadly lacking in feminine wiles. They’d never learned the art of manipulation. What you saw was what you got. For many men, they were too much to handle. But not for Metal, Luke, Raul and now Pierce.
Pierce hadn’t once acted as if he thought she was a freak. And as for her—she was completely taken. He was handsome, yes. Built, for sure. Competent in many things. Straightforward, easy to be with. But more than that, there was this magical component to him. As if he’d come from another, much better planet. Where they grew fabulous men. She felt safe and excited, both, at once.
So yes, she wanted this.
The hand caressing her backside went lower. She shifted her legs, opened to him. An invitation.
He took it, cupping her. The hand slipped between her buttocks and covered her core. One finger penetrated her core and her breath stopped from excitement.
She lifted her head, expecting to maybe find him looking smug, smoldering. But instead he looked incredibly serious, face drawn, nostrils white with some kind of tension.
He swallowed heavily. “Is this okay?”
The heat in her throat was so great she found it hard to get the words out. Finally, she just nodded.
“I need the words,” he said, still not smiling, still looking like he was in pain.
“Yes,” she finally got out. “God yes.”
He finally smiled, but it wasn’t a relieved grin. It was more like a … a communication. He stared straight into her eyes and the smile was like a pact between him and her.This is what we both want.
She lifted herself up, her face close to his. He kept his eyes on her, looking so intently it was as if he were looking inside her soul. It was too intense and she closed her eyes as he kissed her.
Their first kiss.
It was brief, so intense it almost hurt, like an electrical charge. His mouth lifted almost immediately and he looked at her, unsmiling.
In the absolute quiet of the room, something was happening. Through the windows, the sun had come up, a streak of light illuminating the room. A new day, a new beginning.
He lifted his head again and this time the kiss was long and deep and unbearably arousing. His finger penetrated her just as his tongue touched hers and it was as if she’d been touched by a prod.
She sucked in a breath but he was kissing her, so she sucked in air from his lungs. Breathing through him.
Another kiss, even deeper, finger caressing her sex.
There were small noises and she realized that she was wet, almost embarrassingly so. Super turned on. More turned on than she was during actual sex with other men. The finger imitated a penis, thrusting in and out and she was so turned on it felt like she was burning up, from the inside. She moaned against his mouth and he reached deep inside her, touched something and oh! She just blew up in a flash of heat and light, clenching around him over and over until the orgasm blew through her and subsided.
She’d lost contact with the world for a moment, so she didn’t notice that she’d been lifted and turned around. Pierce settled on her, opening her legs with his own. His weight and strength on her felt so delicious.
