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“You can relax, Blitz.
“Relax about what?” She lifted her chin, showing him that gutsy, indomitable spirit that never failed to impress him.
“We both know what this situation is and what it isn’t.”
“And what is it?”
“Temporary. Neither one of us is going to change our jobs or our lives. You are in the SEALs for the long haul. I understand that fully. I’m working toward getting ahead in the FBI. I have my sights set on being the director.” Lifting up on one elbow, she eyed him curiously. “No emotional ties, right?” she murmured, more to herself than to him. “You like to play it safe.”
It both amazed him and annoyed him how effortlessly she’d nailed his MO, when he was normally very guarded when it came to the opposite sex. It was an unsettling feeling knowing that Bree could get into his head so easily, and it made him realize how important it was that she understood his personal rules when it came to women and relationships.
He sighed. “Other than this situation, I’m straight up with women about what to expect because I don’t want anyone to get hurt when things change.”
“What happened that made you so jaded?” she asked, her gentle, caring voice reaching out to him like a physical caress.
He ignored the sensation, as well as the all-too-knowing tenderness that softened her features and seemed to see past all those internal barriers he’d erected long ago. “I’m not jaded,” he said, but knew that denial was a lie. He’d learned from Amy what heartache really was, and he didn’t want to go through that again, especially when he knew a relationship that was forged in this environment couldn’t go anywhere. When he did settle down, it would be a sure fucking bet the woman wasn’t going to walk away from him and leave his heart in tatters. “You’re as aware as I am that there isn’t any room in our lives for commitments and promises.” He went on before she could dig any deeper into the depths of his mind and heart. “Our jobs come first. We both are subject to the whims of our employers. Your bosses are in DC, mine are in Coronado.” He shrugged. “There’s the distance to contend with, especially when it stands to reason that we both could be gone for months. It’s just not feasible or smart.”
His dark, matter-of-fact tone didn't seem to faze her. “No, it’s not smart,” she agreed. “Don’t set yourself up for heartache.” She raised a dark brow, highlighting her knowing gaze. “A fool’s errand.”
His jaw tightened in growing aggravation, and he took a deep breath, wondering how in the hell this one woman could push all his hot buttons. She had him tied up in knots on so many levels. Emotionally. Physically. Sexually. All because he wanted to find out who she was and needed her soft and naked beneath him, in a variety of ways. Why couldn’t she be the kind of woman he could just fuck, get out of his system, and forget?
But he instinctively knew there would be no forgetting Bree West, not in the next five minutes or hell, even the coming months. He suddenly felt hollow at the thought of the end of this mission, even though what they were trying to do was so important.
“So, we understand each other. This is just temporary, deployment sex.” She rose and wiggled out of her dress and panties, then completely naked, she reached out and tugged at the shirt loosened by his open pants, pulling it over his head. “We have a seventy-two-hour reprieve before we’re back at it. Let’s take advantage of that before we get spun up again.”
His breathing ragged, he met her gaze. “You’re halfway to convincing me.”
She giggled softly. “You playing hard to get?” She cupped his growing erection. “Hmm, kind of hard to hide it.”
“Yeah, us guys are an open book.”
She brazenly slid inside his boxer briefs to stroke the hard length of his erection in her palm.
His dick swelled and thickened in her grasp, and he groaned deep in his throat.
Her lips parted at his response, and she leaned into him, pressing her breasts against his chest and nuzzling her warm, moist lips along his neck as her hand delved deeper between his thighs, until she was gently squeezing and fondling his balls.
His gut clenched, and unable to help himself, he splayed his palms on her ass, cupping her smooth taut skin.
She released a hot gust of breath in his ear at the same time she grazed the head of his shaft with her thumb. Lust and need ripped through him, and it took every ounce of restraint he possessed not to ravage her hard, fast, and deep.
She nibbled on the lobe of his ear then touched her wet tongue to his sensitive skin. “I want to go down on you,” she whispered. “I want to lick you, and taste you, and take you deep inside my mouth.”
He almost came right then. “Yes,” he rasped, barely recognizing that scratchy voice as his own.
She pressed her mouth to his neck, breathing deep, then kissing up to his jaw, rubbing her lips over his mouth, then his stubble, before she bit him. His chest rose and fell heavily, feeling fierce and hungry all over again. He closed his eyes as the soft press of her lips moved down to his chest, her mouth taking his taut nipples, sucking and biting him. “You are so beautiful, Callen,” she murmured. “I want to see all of your magnificent body.” Without warning, she gripped the waistband of his pants and briefs and pulled them both down his thighs, and off him, completely freeing his throbbing shaft.
She stared at his erection in awe and fascination, her fingers caressing his length with a light brush, a tantalizing tease that had him gritting his teeth as his dick swelled, growing hard to the point of pain. “So beautiful,” she breathed. Then she blinked and frowned.
She reached out and touched the bullet wound, a healed disk just above his Adonis belt. She sighed and looked at him and her emotions were in those amber eyes—admiration, tribute, and acknowledgment of his heroism. But he hadn't been the hero in Syria two years ago. That had been Gator and Isabelle. Her gaze slid down over his hip to the other healed scar on his upper thigh. Flattening her hands on his thighs, she slid her palms upward. Her fingers traced the scar on his left leg, then moved higher, until her thumbs brushed across the heavy sacks beneath his dick, until the fingers of one hand were wrapped snugly around the base of his heated flesh.
Her eyes traveled slowly up the length of his torso, watched the rapid rise and fall of his chest, and finally met his gaze. Her eyes were dark, intense, and hypnotic. When she stroked him all the way to the tip of his cock then glided her thumb over the swollen head, he shuddered and jolted against her arousing caress.
Leaning forward, she oh-so-slowly swept his dick with her tongue from his balls to the base of his shaft, all the way up to the sensitive tip. Made a soft eager sound for more, then took him, all of him, into the silken heat of the incredibly sweet mouth of hers.
White-hot sensations jolted through him at the arousing sight of her giving him head. She pulled him in deep, then withdrew with a delicate swirl of her tongue and just enough suction to make him break out in a cold sweat. She worked him over hard, wrenching guttural moans from him as every muscle in his body tensed.
Her lips continued to slide up and down his length, each time taking him a little deeper, sucking him a little harder, stroking him a little faster, and ultimately driving him straight to the edge of insanity.
