Fall for a SEAL (17 page)

“Stop thinking and kiss me,” he growled against her mouth, and she squeaked as he pushed more ruthlessly against her mouth, as if his tongue had a point to make.

“You’re good at that,” she breathed when he pulled back.

His eyes danced as he gazed down at her. “I’m good at a lot of things. And I think when we do the one thing
I haven’t done, I’m going to be a quick study on how to make that amazing for you, too.”

Her legs quivered beneath her, a wiggly, jiggly feeling that matched how she felt on the inside, too. She dragged in a breath, then another, as he lazily wrapped his big, capable hands around her waist and resumed their course to the kitchen.

“How about I make the coffee?”

She nodded dumbly.

— —

The good news was that he was still in her apartment and she still liked him. The bad news was that he hadn’t told her everything yet. And he had a sinking feeling that when he did, her ardor would dim in a significant way. Screw the coffee, he needed handcuffs and more than twenty-four hours to convince Cassie they’d be good together—great, even—despite their differences.

Because in twenty-four
hours, she was heading to her family’s Christmas Eve celebration. Alone, because some jackass broke her heart.

He wasn’t going to be the second jackass to do that if he had any say in the matter. She wasn’t going to spend the holidays alone, not if he had anything to say about it.

As they waited on the coffee, he tugged Cassie close for a quiet hug. When the pot finished brewing, he carried
their full mugs back to the living room.

He sat first, in a laid-back, arms-and-legs-splayed-wide kind of way that invited her to join him however she was most comfortable. But if he was being honest with himself, wherever she sat he was probably going to try and tug her into his lap. Luckily she saved him that caveman embarrassment by curling up against his bent thigh, facing him as she tucked
her toes under his other leg. Close enough for now.

She took a deep breath and launched into it. “So…I’ve seen you. With women. At the pub and at clubs a couple of times.”

He nodded. He didn’t want to hide anything from her, no matter how awkward the conversation. But he wanted to be respectful, too. Of her and those women. “I’ve rounded some of the bases, as you put it earlier.”

She wrinkled
her brow. “I don’t get it. None of them…”

He shrugged. “I didn’t want to. I’m pretty good at setting boundaries up front.” And he liked to watch women come, but he wasn’t going to tell her
that
. It had always been easier when he made it about them.

“So, have you ever…” She trailed off, biting her lip.

“Do you want to know what I’ve done?”

She wrinkled her nose. “Could I ask what you haven’t
done, instead?”

He swallowed. Yeah, that was better. “I’ve never been fully naked with a woman—both of us at the same time. I’ve never spent the night sleeping with a woman, and you know that I’ve never brought a woman back to my place.” He reached for her hand, wiggling his fingers. She took it and the sweet, cool slide of her fingers settled him. “I’ve never had intercour—I’ve never made love
to a woman.”

She smiled.

“What?”

“You’re blushing. But you’re also saying all of this…in such a mature way. And I don’t say that like you’re not a grown-up, because just look at you. But I stammer when I talk about sex and I’ve—” She cut herself off.

He didn’t really want to hear about what she’d done with others, either, but she’d been married. They weren’t in this virgin boat together.

Cassie pressed her fingers to her lips for a second, then brought her hand to his face, stroking his jaw as she smiled. “Let’s just say that I’ve got some variety of experience, and I’m still shy about it.”

He wanted to leave the conversation there and go back to kissing, but he needed to dig deep and lay himself bare for her no matter the consequences. It would be way worse if he didn’t and she
fell for him.
Like he’d fallen for her
. “How much more can you handle today?”

— FIVE —

She’d let his hand go to pick up her coffee, but now she reached for him again, her palm warmed from her mug. She squeezed hard. “No promises there won’t be more accidental head butts, but I want to hear anything and everything you have to share.”

“Maybe I should ask you a bit more about your… You said you couldn’t get pregnant?” Damn, he needed to tread carefully here. But he didn’t
want to say the wrong thing, either. He knew nothing about infertility. His family had the fertile bit down pat, not that it was something to crow about.

She licked her lips, a nervous tick that he paid careful attention to. He wouldn’t push her at all, but if she freely shared something that helped him navigate this conversation better, he’d take it. “Mitch has a trust fund. Part of it unlocked
at marriage. Subsequent parts unlock with each child born.”

Punching was too good for the jerk. Jared blinked away the seriously thick layer of red he was seeing. “Please tell me he’s shooting blanks.”

She shook her head. “I have some medical conditions. Nothing serious, but getting pregnant would take significant medical intervention. And neither of us had health insurance that would cover
the full cost. I was willing to pay for it, but Mitch…” Her lips turned down at a private, sad memory, and Jared couldn’t process how Cassie—sweet, giving, smart, funny Cassie—had ended up married to such a self-absorbed jerk.

He sat a bit more upright, and settled her against his chest.
 

“What are you thinking?” she asked. He was glad she couldn’t see his face anymore—he was clenching his jaw
so hard he was worried he might crack a tooth.
 

“A lot of things that I probably don’t know the whole story about. None of them reflect well on your ex, though.”

She sighed. “I know. It was a bitter divorce, so my view of him now is pretty pathetic. But he was charming, and we made sense at the time. He liked the idea of us being a power couple, with a nanny to watch our three well-behaved blond
children. And I’m ashamed to admit that I once wanted that, too.”

He chuckled softly. “That’s a bit far from reality, though, isn’t it?”

She stiffened in his arms, but her hand curled around his thigh at the same time. What he’d said must have struck a chord, but he didn’t think he’d offended her. “Wait until you meet my family tomorrow…you’ll understand why I thought that was a perfectly acceptable
future when I was twenty-one.”

“And now?” He wasn’t sure what he was asking.
Are you looking for another husband? Babies? Because I’m practically a baby still myself.

She sagged back against him. “I’m still trying to figure that out.” She twisted her head to look at him. “I can tell you that the last few months, hanging out with you and figuring out who my true friends are…has been amazing.”
She chewed on her lip for a minute. “I’ve been thinking a lot about buying a house. My lease on this apartment is up in May and the space here is not really practical. I need a home office. But that’s all that I can think about right now—getting back on my feet and living some of my adulthood as an individual. You know I never did that? I moved from my parents’ house into Mitch’s condo.”

It was
the right answer. Checked all the boxes. She wasn’t looking for a serious relationship. But the idea left him hollow inside. He wished he were older. At twenty-four, he still had fourteen years of Naval service until his earliest possible retirement date—if he lived that long, which he had every intention of doing. And between now and then, there would be literally years of overseas service, in
one-, three-, and six-month tours, plus missions of indeterminate length as well. Being a SEAL didn’t preclude a family life, but it sure made it damned difficult. He closed his eyes and kissed her forehead again.

“Hey,” she said softly. “Do you want to come over to my place and watch a movie?”

He laughed. They were at her place. “You mean like on a date?”

She nodded slowly. “The first of three.”

“There’s more to talk about.”

“There always will be.” Smiling, she twisted her body to press fully against his. She straddled his lap for a second, and his dick perked up at the thought of holding her there, but she just gave him a sweet nose nuzzle before slipping off. “I’ll make popcorn.”

He watched her pert, round behind bounce toward the kitchen and again he was tempted to follow. It was
like a switch had flipped inside him and now he wanted all of Cassie, all the time. He let out a slow, controlled sigh and looked at her DVD collection.
Quigley Down Under. Her Alibi. Mr. Baseball. High Road to China.
The complete
Magnum P.I.
series. He leaned in closer. That one was autographed. He was tempted to pick something
not
from the top shelf, but if his girl had a bit of a Tom Selleck
thing, who was he to deny her? He picked
Quigley Down Under
and set it on the coffee table.

— —

Cassie paced in the kitchen, waiting for the microwave popcorn to finish. Her hands were sweating and her mouth was dry. She pulled a bottle of sparkling water out of the fridge and set it on a tray with two glasses and a big bowl for the popcorn. From the living room, she heard Jared chuckling
to himself, and she smiled.
 

Holy shit. He’d never had sex before. This was going to be so much fun.

Sure, there was a touch of pressure. She wanted to be a good Mrs. Robinson.
 

Except…that wasn’t what this was. The man in her living room was a warrior, noble and proud, and he’d had his reasons for waiting. Now she’d somehow given him reason to take a leap, but could she be worthy of that choice?
Plus he wasn’t going to need a lot of teaching, although when she thought about being the first woman to see that look on his face when he was all the way inside her…

“Are you okay?” Jared’s teasing words made her jump. His lips twitched. “The popcorn’s done. You’re just standing there, staring into space.” He pressed close behind her, reaching for the microwave. “Thinking about something good?”

She blushed—again, apparently, because it felt like her cheeks were already on fire. “Yes…” she murmured, pointing at the bowl for the popcorn. He emptied the bag, then stashed it in the garbage and lifted the tray. She stepped out of his way, then grabbed a bag of almond M&Ms from her secret hiding spot and followed him back to the couch.
 

Light streamed in the windows. She drew the curtains
shut, acutely aware of Jared watching her the whole time. When she turned back to the couch, she was pretty sure her nipples led a painfully obvious advance party.
 

“Hi,” she said, all breathy and girly—she couldn’t help it.

He didn’t seem to mind. “I noticed you have a thing for Selleck,” he said with a grin as he patted the spot on the couch next to him.

She glanced at the DVD. “And you’re
indulging me. Nice first date move.” She got the movie started, then curled up next to him. Warm, cozy heat emanated from his side, and she sank into the comfortable wrap of his arm over her shoulders. He smelled faintly of shaving cream and the ocean, but those were in the distance, and in the intervening hours since he’d gone for a run on the beach and shaved his cheeks clean, his own unique scent
had taken over. Like dry, bright sunshine, and she wanted to rub up against him and soak it up.

It turned out she wasn’t the only Selleck fan. Jared knew some of the lines by heart.

“Do you have a secret Magnum crush, too?” she asked, tipping her face up to his.

He gave her that big, sloppy, boy-in-a-man’s-body grin. “More like I wanted to be a gunslinger growing up.”

She realized she didn’t
have any idea of what Jared’s childhood was like. He had a brother—the one who was going to meet him in Vail but had to cancel because of work. She was pretty sure he was ex-military. But that was it. Questions danced around at the back of her head through most of the movie, but as the last few scenes played out, Jared’s fingers started moving more on her arm. She liked that move. A subtle test
and one he’d pass with flying colors. She slid her leg against his, he dropped his knee, and all of a sudden their lower limbs were entwined. Any questions she might have wanted to ask faded away, masked by a hot, heady muzziness brought on by the growing awareness that they were about to kiss again.

No kiss in the history of this apartment had ever been more anticipated, or as slowly and deliciously
stoked by a perfect first-date movie cuddle. It helped that no man in the history of her apartment—or her life—had ever been quite as hot as Jared Sutter. Or as kind. Or as…unsullied.

“Wherever your thoughts just went there, I like it,” he muttered, his lips brushing against her temple. She was still watching the credits, pretending she didn’t know what was about to happen. He was watching her.
And she was panting like a poodle in heat.

“I was thinking that if I play my cards right, I might get to do some naughty things with you,” she murmured, staring straight ahead. Her pulse pounded. She’d never been one for dirty talk, but Jared had a way of turning her on with just a few words. She thought it was only fair to try and give him some of his own medicine.

Hot breath puffed against
her skin. “What kind of things?”

She leaned into him, aching for more of his warmth. Maybe his entire body stretched out on top of her. “How about half-naked, shirts-off, touching kinds of things?”

On the other side of the room, the credits ended and the TV turned blue. But all she could see was Jared’s face moving toward hers, his eyelids heavy and his lips barely parted.

His mouth found hers,
hungry and waiting. His hands, rough and freaking huge, circled her waist, and he tugged her into his lap. He groaned as she shifted in place, rubbing against his straining erection. It didn’t take him long to find her bra again, but this time he only cupped her breasts for a teasing moment before sliding his fingers to the clasp in the back.

As soon as he unhooked her bra, she broke away from
him, gasping, and in silent agreement they pulled their shirts off in a simultaneous tangle of arms and cotton.