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Wrapping the towel around herself, she opened the door, steam billowing out. Kodiak was standing there as if he was about to knock. He’d been gone when she woke up, and she suspected that he’d considered her well enough to leave her alone for a run.
“You look like you’re raring to go,” he said, his intense brown eyes boring into her, searing her with what turned into a burning look. It was nice to see him off-balance for once. His alpha energy vibrated through him with high-voltage aggression, waiting to snap.
She took in his half-naked state with nothing but tightfitting navy-blue shorts, the band of his black boxer briefs peeking at the waist. She couldn’t help following the black line of hair that bisected his abdomen, swirled around his naval, and arrowed down to his groin where his burgeoning erection captured her attention. Perspiration from his run glistened on his exposed skin.
“I am,” she said, her voice coming out all sexy and low. She couldn’t help it. They—he—had been sidling around all this sexual tension between them, giving her time to heal, making her recognize how selfless he was to put his own needs aside for her. But now that she was feeling better, she couldn’t hold back how much she wanted him. She had to admit, she was a little disappointed that he was gone this morning.
She stepped forward, crowding his personal space, and she smiled when he didn’t back up. Slowly, she reached out and glided the pad of her finger along the warm, soft skin of his forearm.
“You poking the bear, babe?” A muscle in his cheek ticked, and he reached out and took her wrist, pulling her hand away. He pressed his thumb against the rapid beat of the pulse in her wrist, and his jaw clenched. “You’ve been mauled enough.”
His warning was threaded with sexual overtones and only made her pulse race more.
“I’m perfectly capable of handling any and all bears, love.”
“Is that so?” He grinned, wide and devilishly, and it looked so good on him.
Holding his gaze and grinning back at him, she boldly used both her hands, placing them on his hot, glistening chest, blatantly touching him. She ran her hands over the heavy muscles, savoring the feel of all that hardness beneath her hands, then ran them over his taut nipples. He groaned softly and the sound vibrated in her chest and arrowed down to her sex. In a slow, tantalizing move, she clawed her way to his six pack, and over those defined ridges.
He took her hands and brought them to his chest, right over his heart, pressing them there. Pressing his forehead to hers, he whispered, “Are you sure about this?”
“Surer than I’ve been about anything in a very long time.” She had been so…lost the last two years, wallowing in her guilt and shame, and after only days with this man, he had impacted her life by drawing out her hatred and blame, and given her something to think about, something to understand, not only about herself, but about the United States and Americans, both in general and specifically. No country was perfect, not by a long shot, but the United States had produced this SEAL, this native son, this man…human being who was a mix of integrity, balance, and compassion. He had made a difference in her life, brought her out of a morass that she was drowning in, giving her hope that she could overcome that terrible past and live again. She wanted the vibrancy of his body, his mind, his love, his very soul. “Yes, I want to be with you, Jayesh.” The rigid set of his face relaxed a little as he watched her with thoughtful intensity. “Make love to me.” He released his hold on her hands, and with a flick of her wrist, she loosened the towel, and it dropped off her body.
A jagged sigh escaped him. “Oh, fuck…Christ…” His jaw clenched. “Condom?”
She shivered as his big, warm hands clasped her waist, then slipped up her torso until he reached her breasts. When his warm hands closed over them, rubbing and massaging the small mounds of flesh, then rolled her hard, sensitive nipples between his fingers. She arched her back and moaned. “No need. I’m safe,” she whispered. “On the pill.”
“Kaiya…you are so beautiful.” He crowded her up against the wall. “Take off my shorts,” he panted, and she slipped her hands beneath the waistband of both garments and cupped his buttocks, urging his hips against her. The muscles tightened under her palms, and the long, hard length of him pushed insistently against her groin.
He pumped against her several times in uncontrollable thrusts. He buried his fingers in her hair and pressed her up against the wall with his hard, undeniably aroused body. With a low growl encompassing both frustration and urgent need, he slanted his mouth across hers and sank his tongue deep, kissing her just as recklessly as she needed him. His mouth promised sin and unrestrained pleasure, and she matched him stroke for stroke, chasing his tongue with her own, letting him know that she was with him all the way.
She squeezed his ass and his mouth turned ravaging, a rumbling moan vibrating in his chest. Pushing at the fabric, she wrestled it off his hips, broke the kiss, and pushed the material down his legs, where he caught it and kicked it away.
Now it was her turn to look her fill of him. Even as he went for her mouth again, she pressed her palm against his chest to hold him back, all two hundred and ten pounds of alpha male, born for aggression and direct action. He was putty in her hands.
“Oh, God, Jay, you’re the beautiful one.” Between his thighs his impressive erection jutted out, thick and hard, the tip slick with moisture and need. Her hand was on him, cruising down over those muscles of his stomach, until she reached the base of his erection, clasped him, and ran her fist full of his hard heat all the way to the head. His face contorted as he dropped his head, his breathing jagged, and that beautiful, aroused-man sound caressed every inch of her skin. Then she cupped the heavy sacks beneath his shaft. His breathing went hard and fast. She wanted to start at the top of him and kiss him all the length of his beautiful body, suck him until he came. But that wouldn’t satisfy them both. She wanted so much from him, to do things to him that would drive him wild, but for now, it had to be a give and take.
Tangling the strands of his hair in her fingers, she lifted his head, so he had no choice but to look down at her and see the sincerity in her eyes, and the emotion she knew was reflected in her expression. “Take me, Jay,” she whispered, emotion clogging her throat. “I want you so much.” Throughout contact with him, this had been building. This intimate connection, this stunning need was something unique, something special, something she’d never experienced before. The weight of this man slipped over her, taking hold of everything she was, his soul-deep eyes seeing everything that she had hidden, and now couldn’t even attempt to hide from him. He saw…hesawher, saw who she was, saw her better than her own parents, their shared Indian heritage, and his Native Alaskan half understanding her Islander half, pulling them into one great, beautiful whole.
He cupped her face, lifting her chin, and drew an uneven breath, his voice raw with emotion. “Your pleasure is my pleasure,” he whispered. His dark eyes smoldered with need, mesmerizing her with his touch as infinitely gentle as he caught her by the back of the head. Moved by the depth of feeling in his hoarse voice, Kaiya shifted her head, her mouth connecting with his in a kiss that was filled with more than desire. Rising on tiptoe she molded herself tightly against him as he shifted his hold, bringing her fully against him from shoulder to thigh. Nothing was held back in that kiss—nothing. And she felt the fire in him—the wonderful, hot, all-consuming fire that seemed to come from his very soul. She’d never felt anything so overpowering.
He broke their kiss, lowered his head, and closed his mouth over her taut, aching breast. He laved her nipple with his tongue before nipping with his teeth, then sucked her strong and deep until she felt the same seductive, pulling sensation in the pit of her belly. An electric jolt zapped through her, exploding in heated ripples that thrummed across her nerve endings.
Feeling breathless and dizzy, she was unable to do anything but hold on, let him have his way with her body, and give in to the days of wild, pent-up passion between them.
He wedged his foot between hers, widening her stance. One hand left her breast and slid down her ribs to her belly. She sucked in a quick breath, and her heart raced in anticipation as his hand slid between her thighs and his mouth returned to hers, hot and hungry and demanding, allowing her no escape. His fingers skimmed along her aching skin, gliding along her soft swollen flesh until a blunt finger slipped easily into her, followed by a second that filled her to an aching fullness. She moaned into his mouth, as pleasure cascaded through her, arousing her even more.
His big body shuddered, and he buried his face against her neck, his ragged breath hot and damp against her skin. “You are so fucking tight, so hot and wet,” he rasped in her ear. “I need to get inside you.” He withdrew his fingers, sliding his hands beneath her bottom and lifted her off her feet. She automatically entwined her arms around his neck, locked her ankles at the base of his spine, and held on tightly as he carried her toward the bed.
He dropped her down on the soft mattress, the light in his eyes possessive and bright with need as he pushed her legs wide apart, and his dark head dipped down. The feel of his hot, damp mouth on her made her jackknife her hips against him as the swirl of his tongue burned a sensuous path up to the pulsing, aching core of her.
She moaned as he licked her in a hot, searing stroke. The pleasure was sharp and riveting, stealing her breath. A low throbbing began in her belly, then spiraled down to her sex, and she grabbed handfuls of his hair wanting more, needing more…
The sleek, gliding pressure of his wicked tongue was so erotic she writhed uncontrollably, unable to hold back. She let out a cry and arched 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 to touch him, and when her fingers fluttered over the broad, velvet head of his shaft, 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.
