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He pushed deeper, filling her, and her inner muscles clamped tightly around his fingers. She panted for air, wanted more of him, so much more.
His big body shuddered, and he buried his face against her neck, his ragged breath hot and damp against her skin. In Russian, he said, “So beautiful, so ready for me.” He pushed her pants and underwear off her, setting his foot in the center and lifting her until she was clear of them. He kicked them away.
His mouth at her throat, he said, “Strip me. I’m naked for you anyway, Harley. Utterly helpless. My little mouse.”
She reached for his shirt and pulled it off him, then unbuckled and unzipped him carefully, shoving his briefs and jeans down to his ankles as he kicked them off. When she came back up, she couldn’t resist his full, thick erection. Her tongue licked him from his balls to the tip and he arched his hips into her mouth on a hoarse cry. She took him into her mouth, and he thrust uncontrollably, once, twice until he growled and dragged her up his body. “I won’t last that way, and I want inside your hot, beautiful body to fuck you until you come.”
He pushed on her chest, backing her against the couch. Her knees hit the edge and she folded down. Before she could catch her breath, he pushed her legs wide apart, his mouth clamping to her pulsing, aching core.
The pleasure was sharp and riveting, stealing her breath against the most erotic sensation. Unable to hold back, she immediately climaxed, her cry deep in her throat, arching sinuously against his mouth as she came in a burning wave that shook her entire body.
Without giving her a chance to fully recover from her orgasm, he moved up over her, the slide of his muscled body against hers making her pulse leap higher and faster. She reached down to touch him, and when her fingers slid over the broad, velvet head of his dick, he sucked in a hissing breath. Grasping both of her wrists, he pulled her arms up and pinned them above her head, giving him complete control of the situation.
He settled more fully on top of her, his thighs forcing hers farther apart, and then he was pressing his erection intimately against her, nudging his way in, stretching her, setting her body on fire. She caught a glimpse of his dark, fierce expression before he crushed his mouth to hers and kissed her deeply, passionately as he buried himself to the hilt in her slick heat, possessing her completely.
Their moans mingled and once he began to move, she lost all train of thought, reveling in the strength of him, molding her hands over his ropey muscles, merging and meshing with him on a level she’d never experienced before.
He plunged into her fast and deep and strong, a rich seductive rhythm that pulsed as vitally as their hearts. She lifted her knees high against his waist to give him the deepest access possible, his penetration fulfilling a primal need in her, she wanted more. His hips ground against hers with each driving, impaling thrust until she felt him go rigid and his lower body arched into her high and hard, pushing her up and over yet another crest. She came again in a dazzling climax of delirious speed and hot sensation.
When she came back to herself, she found him watching her, his black lashes thick over his darkened gaze, locking with hers. He started to move again, rolling his hips hard against hers, then plunging in deeply. Again, and again. Long, slow, agonizing strokes designed to make the pleasure last.
He lowered his head and captured her nipple, sucking her hard as he thrust. She felt the change in him as his pace quickened, releasing her nipple with a hard groan. He pumped harder, faster. She dug her fingers into the rippling muscles of his damp back, careful of his shoulder, arching helplessly into his thrusts, and felt him stiffen as his climax peaked. Pleasure streaked across his face, blossomed in his eyes as his mouth opened on a ragged, primitive growl, spilling himself into her.
Breathing hard, he buried his face against her throat, and she threaded her fingers through his long hair, giving him time to recover. A few minutes passed before he finally lifted his head from the curve of her neck. In the dim light, his features were shadowed, but there was no mistaking how overwhelmed he was.
He stared down at her, his heart in his eyes. “Don’t leave me, Harley.Please.Don’t.” His agonizing plea cut through her, baring herself to this beautiful man as he exposed his vulnerability to her. He touched her in a way no man ever had—physically and emotionally.
She’d never had any intention of leaving him, before and now. It was just an impossibility. She’d rather die defending him than live without him. That might make her a fool, but it also made her his woman and wholly, and unequivocally human.
15
Blitz had learnedto be a light sleeper, made more so by his military training. He’d learned to always be alert, anticipate danger, and react to the slightest sounds, even while he slept. Especially when he slept. Because that’s when he was most vulnerable to the enemy.
The first sound of Bree’s whimper brought him completely awake. She twisted and turned next to him, obviously in the throes of a nightmare. He knew all about those.
When she cried out in her sleep, twisting in terror, he gathered her against him. She was damp with perspiration. He gave her a gentle shake. “Babe, wake up,” he said, trying not to jostle her too badly.
She awoke with a start anyway. Eyes wild with terror, she bolted out of his arms and upright in bed, her breathing ragged. Her entire body was tense, and her fists clenched in the sheet, as if she was ready to defend herself.
He stroked a hand down her back in an attempt to soothe her. “Hey, you okay?” he asked softly.
It took her a moment to realize where she was, then she raked a hand through her tousled hair and exhaled a harsh breath. She turned into his arms, her body shaking. He clasped her tight. “It was just a bad dream, babe.”
She nodded, as if that gesture would dispel the internal demons still lingering in her mind.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
Her expression turned grim. “Not really. It was just residual fear from yesterday. I know that.”
“Yeah, that’s the stuff that gets you.”
“Do you have nightmares?”
“I used to have them more often, but it’s gotten easier to handle.”
“Distract me. Tell me about BUD/S. You promised to if I asked.”
He nodded. “Even though I played football most of my life, I didn’t understand the meaning of the word ‘team’ until I joined the Navy. My training was the beginning of a bond deeper than I believed was possible.”
