Navy SEALs Complete Series: 3 Books + 3 Novellas (Tempting Navy SEALs) (130 page)

She breathed in deep, striving for control as he moved closer, pressing her into the shelf of the entertainment center as she felt the length of his erection pressing into her lower belly.

“Do you know how long I’ve waited for you, Raven? Since you were seventeen, teasing me, tempting me to take what I couldn’t have. You’re not a kid anymore. You’re a woman.”

She couldn’t handle this. How was she supposed to fight him
and
herself? Especially when she wanted him so desperately?

“Find Gina what’s-her-name,” she snarled back, remembering the day she had burst into his room to find him naked, preparing to take another woman.

“You were a kid. I was a man, Raven. You are not a child any longer.”

She shook her head. This wasn’t happening.

He was destroying her defenses. He was going to break her heart.

“You tied her down,” Raven gasped. She didn’t want to be tied down. She really didn’t. No matter how many times she dreamed about him tying her to his bed, torturing her with his touch.

“Mmm,” he murmured against her lips, his tongue stroking over them slowly. “Yes, I did. Just like I want to tie you, Raven. Stretched out on my bed, unable to do anything but feel me. Feel me now. I’m dying to touch you.”

His hands slid to her buttocks as he lifted her, notching the hard length of his cock against the swollen pad of her pussy as her clit throbbed in pleasure, in need. Her hands gripped his shoulders, her nails biting into the fabric of his shirt as, helplessly, her legs parted, her thighs gripping his outer legs as his hands held her closer, his fingers massaging the flesh of her ass as she shuddered in his arms.

She couldn’t get the picture out of her head. Her tied to his bed rather than Gina Delaney. Her legs spread for him, the bare folds of her cunt wet and glistening as he came to her, his cock like a living arrow preparing to impale her.

“Reno. Reno, wait….” His lips were at her collarbone, his tongue stroking the sensitive skin as he thrust slowly against her, stroking her clit into full blazing life.

Every cell in her body was screaming for his touch. Her breasts were swollen, her nipples…God, her nipples were on fire.

“Ah, Raven,” he whispered, lifting her closer, pressing deeper between her thighs as she shuddered, her thighs clenching, her hips moving against his, rubbing his shaft against her clit as she fought to breathe through the incredible sensations. “Baby, I don’t know if I can let you go now.”

“We have to wait.” She shook her head, struggling against him and herself as she felt the hands at her rear parting her flesh, sending a heated strike of pleasure whipping through the tight, forbidden little entrance there.

“Wait for what?" he growled. “For another excuse to run? You run every time I come home, Raven. How am I supposed to seduce you when I can’t even find you? Dammit, the waiting is over.”

Okay, a command, given in such a sexually rough, dominant voice should not have the juices spilling from her pussy like warm honey from a comb. But it did, and they were, even as he picked her up off her feet again and moved quickly to the couch, laying her down as he loomed over her.

His face was savagely cast, his cheekbones high and sharp, his lips full and hungry. She could feel every erogenous zone in her body perking up and taking notice of the commanding male form that had her in his grip.

“Reno, this isn’t boot camp,” she protested, even as she tried not to moan when he pressed her thighs part, his hands gripping her hips, holding her still as her skirt pooled inches above the decent line.

Could he see the crotch of her panties? Were they as wet as she suspected? She shuddered at the thought of him seeing the proof of her desire.

“Hell no, it’s not,” he growled. “Damn good thing too, baby. I’d have to punish you for insubordination first thing. I might anyway….” His voice dropped, becoming raspier, sexier. “I could really get into spanking that pretty little ass, Raven.”

No. No. No spanking. So why were the cheeks of her ass clenching as though it might be fun?

“Pervert,” she gasped instead as his head lowered, his lips pressing over her navel as his tongue curled around the small diamond navel ring and tugged.

Her hips came off the couch, a high, broken cry leaving her lips as her hands gripped his head. To pull him back. Yes. Make him stop. So why the hell was she holding him closer, her fingers clenching in his hair as reality began to recede?

It was so fucking sexy. She had never known anything so erotic as Reno’s lips on her stomach, his tongue flicking over the ring as his hands moved to grip her thighs, parting them further, sliding high.

She shuddered in his grip, her knees bending, her skirt rising above the crotch of her panties as his fingers smoothed over the flesh of her inner thighs.

“Perfect,” he whispered as his lips began to move higher. “There you go, baby, just lay there and let me make you feel good. Do you know how much I’ve wanted to just make you feel good? Make you burn for me?”

His tongue swiped over a nipple as he neared her breast. Even through the material of her short tank top, the sensation was incredible. Hot enough to send the blood surging through her body, her nipples hardening further as an unfamiliar burst of heat surged from her nipple to her pussy.

“Feel good?" His voice was a rough growl as she stared up at him.

His hand hooked into the stretchy fabric of her top and began to lift it.

Raven whimpered. She couldn’t help it, and the helpless sound of arousal infuriated her. She heard her own hunger, her own weakness in the sound. The complete inability to deny the whiplash of emotions and erotic pleasure that seared her senses. Her hands gripped his wrists, but she couldn’t whisper the words she knew it would take to stop him. All she could think about was his tongue licking over her ultrasensitive flesh, sucking her into his mouth, stroking the intensity of pleasure higher.

“There we go, baby,” he crooned as she released his wrists, allowing him to pull the material over her head and toss it aside.

God. She was practically naked in front of Reno Chavez. His stormy gaze was eating her up, his hands trailing incredible shards of pleasure over the sides of her breasts as he watched her with a lust-filled expression.

“Reno…" She whispered his name, terrified to believe it was actually happening, he was really here, his hands moving quickly over the buttons of his shirt and stripping it from his shoulders.

She reached for him. She couldn’t help it. All that tanned, hard muscle with the light arrowing of short, dark hairs was too much to resist. She sat up, barely noticing the surprised pleasure in his expression an instant before her breasts raked over his chest. Her hands gripped his neck and she pulled him down to satisfy the overwhelming need for his kiss.

Within seconds he had her flat on her back again, but she had what she needed. His chest sliding over her nipples, his tongue plunging into her mouth, twining with hers as her hands roved his shoulders, her nails raking, her sensuality taking over as her greatest fantasy began to come true.

It wasn’t smart. Holding her heart back from him would be the hardest thing she had ever done in her life. But she needed this. She needed him. Once and for all she needed to exorcise the ghosts of her own fantasies. She had known since she was no more than a teenager that Reno was her greatest weakness. And now she knew he could destroy her.

She moaned in protest as his hands pulled at her arms, bringing them from around his neck as he gripped her wrists in one hand and stretched them over her head, his eyes lifting as he watched her with narrow-eyed hunger.

“Stay.” His voice was impossibly dominant as he issued the sensual order. “Keep your arms up, your hands right there. Don’t make me tie them, Raven.” Then he smiled, a slow, intensely erotic curve of his lips that had her fighting to breathe. “Or is that what you want?”

To be tied up? Hell no! But she couldn’t get the thought out of her head. As she clenched her hands, keeping her arms in place, she could almost feel the restraints holding her, sending her imagination flying until she felt him move.

“Oh God. Reno…" His fingers released the little purse at her side, then slid the zipper of her skirt down.

“I want you naked, Raven,” he told her firmly. “If you intend to say no, baby, you better do it now.”

No. No. No. No. Her head was screaming the word, but it wouldn’t come to her lips. Instead, she gripped the armrest of the couch, shuddering as he eased the skirt over her thighs, moving away from her to strip the material completely off her body.

“Sweet mercy,” he whispered as he stood by the couch, staring down at her.

Raven knew the point of no return had already been reached. There was no turning back now and she knew it. She didn’t want to turn back.

She watched, breathing harshly as he toed his sneakers off, and his hands went to the waistband of his jeans. As though in slow motion, she watched, the metal buttons were flicked open, the jeans parting, revealing the dark material of his snug boxer briefs.

Seconds later, hooking his fingers in the waistband of the briefs, he peeled off both jeans and underwear, the thick length of his erection, the purplish head bulging, heavy veins straining against satiny flesh, was free.

“I want to touch you,” she whispered, her gaze locked on his cock. “Please, Reno. I need to touch you.” Her mouth watered with that need.

“Later, baby,” he groaned. “If you touch me now, I’ll lose it.”

He knelt on the floor then, spreading her legs until one rested on the floor, the other, knee bent, still on the cushions of the couch. Leaning forward, his tongue flicked out to lick over her nipple before drawing it into the incredible heat of his mouth.

“Reno. Oh God. Reno. It’s so good….” She writhed beneath him, unable to keep from watching, her eyes locked on his lips as he drew her nipple into his mouth. His tongue rasped it as he sucked it deep, sending sharp fingers of lightning-hot sensation rushing straight to her cunt.

It was incredible. Unlike anything she had known before. Anything she could have imagined.

He growled, the sound vibrating through her, throbbing through her clit and causing her hips to arch with an involuntary violence.

“Easy, baby,” he whispered, kissing his way to the other mound, his tongue licking over the tip before he drew it in as well.

“ So good,” she whimpered. “Reno, I don’t know if I can stand it.”

She was arching to him, trying to press her flesh deeper into his mouth, willing to beg if that was what it took as she watched him tug at the peak, his cheeks working rhythmically with his tongue to make her crazy.

“You can stand it, baby.” His voice was deeper, more sexual as his lips began to drift down her stomach. “I’ve dreamed of eating you like candy.”

He was going to kill her. She was certain of it. She stared at him, dazed, out of her mind with the sensations spearing through her like wicked fingers of fire as his lips trailed to the elastic band of her minuscule thong.

“So pretty,” he whispered as his head lifted, his hands moving to her inner thighs, spreading her legs further as his lips smoothed over the crease between her leg and the heated flesh of her cunt. “So sweet and hot.”

“Oh sweet God…Reno…" His lips capped over the hot mound, covered by the silk of her panties as his tongue pressed against the tortured nub of her clit.

She tried to close her legs, to clench against his head, to hold him in place while she rubbed against him and rocketed through space. His brief chuckle was her warning that he wasn’t going to allow that. His hands tightened on her legs, holding them in place as his tongue prodded at the tormented, nerve-ridden flesh.

“Reno, really. I swear. I don’t think I can take it,” she cried out desperately. “I’ve waited too long. Fuck me now.”

He jerked up as he stared back at her, his eyes nearly black as his gaze clashed with hers. The groan that tore from his throat was tormented as his hands ripped the panties from her and he moved quickly over her.

She felt the broad head of his cock part the swollen folds waiting below. She was slick, incredibly wet as he pushed against the hungry opening of her vagina.

“Damn, you’re hot,” he whispered as he lifted her legs, bringing them to his hips, holding her still as he pressed closer, grimacing as the crest penetrated the snug opening.

“Now, Reno,” she begged shamelessly, her nails digging into the couch as she strained closer. “Please. Now.”

A throttled groan left his chest as he surged inside her, hard and deep, forcing his way past unused muscles as the fierce, thick length of his cock impaled the tight sheath.

Raven’s eyes widened as a shocked cry of pain left her lips. She struggled beneath him, her hips writhing as her hands flew to his chest, pressing against him as she fought to adjust to the fiery, involuntary stretching of her vagina.

“Fuck!" He stared down at her in shock, his hands at her hips, flexing, gripping her tight as his erection throbbed almost violently inside her.

“Reno.” She tried to smile as she forced herself to relax. She had read about this. It was supposed to hurt the first time. She knew it would hurt the first time. Everyone said it would. She had to relax.

She felt her pussy ripple around him as she concentrated on the muscles there, forcing herself not to clench tighter around him, but to allow the flesh to accommodate him, to clasp him snugly rather than fighting against the penetration.

“You should have told me.” He was panting above her, the struggle for control obvious on his face. “Dammit, Raven, you weren’t supposed to be a virgin.”

Her eyes narrowed. She could feel the pleasure building now, the tension gathering in her clit, in her womb, the release that had tormented her since his first touch.

“And you’re not supposed to be an asshole, but you are,” she gasped. “Now finish it, dammit.”

She flexed around him, moaning at the incredible sensation, the snug fit, the feel of him inside her, a heavy thick weight pressing against delicate, sensitive nerve endings.

A strangled scream left her throat as he began to move. The short, incredibly firm strokes made her crazy. She couldn’t stand it. She strained against him, her hips meeting his as she fought for breath.

He was being careful. Dammit, she didn’t need him to be careful. This was her first time, her first real climax, her first everything. She wanted it all.

“Harder,” she panted, twisting against him as her fingers gripped his shoulders. “Do it harder.”

“I don’t want to hurt you, Raven.” His voice was more an animal growl than a groan. “Dammit, wait.”

“No.” Her head thrashed against the cushions. “Harder, Reno. Fuck me. Fuck me like we both need it. Do it now.”

As though her words triggered the desired response, he moved over her, bracing one elbow at her head, tucking the other beneath her rear to lift her to him as he nearly pulled free.

The hard stroke of his cock over the tender nerve endings had her arching closer, eager for more, a second before his control disintegrated.

Raven held on to Reno as he began to ride her hard and deep. She was shocked at her own cries, primitive, desperate—but even more shocking was the pleasure ripping through her.

The pressure building in her clit as his pelvis stroked against it was almost painful. His hips lunged against hers, driving his erection to the hilt inside her over and over again as she felt her mind begin to unravel. She couldn’t survive it, surely no one could take such pleasure and ever be the same again.

The sensation built in her womb, her clit, the overfilled recess of her pussy as she felt the muscles there tightening, the tension coiling….

“Raven.” His head lifted, his gaze spearing hers as her eyes drifted open. She was so close. So close. “Are you protected?”

The words barely registered; the meaning was lost to her.

“What?” she gasped. She needed more. She tightened further as his cock surged inside her with a rhythm that left her fighting just to hold on to her sanity.

“Protected, Raven,” he groaned, his hand tightening in her hair as he forced her attention to him. “The pill. Goddamn, anything. Are you protected?”

Protected. The pill. Thank God her doctor had prescribed them to regulate her monthly cycles. “Yes…,” she wailed as the pleasure began to clash and careen inside her. “The pill. Yes. Oh God, Reno, harder. Harder…”

He gave it to her harder. Bracing his knees on the couch, the hand at her hip clenching with bruising strength, he gave her what she needed.

“Fuck. Come for me, Raven. Come now, baby….”

There was no need for the harsh command. She was holding on the edge, desperate to fly to the center of the shocking heat consuming her. She didn’t come. She didn’t release. She dissolved. She fragmented. She exploded. She lost herself as the pleasure became a white-hot conflagration that ripped through her soul and sent her flying to space and beyond.

She was only distantly aware of him looming over her, driving harder, deeper, as a new, surging flood of heat inside her sent her higher. All she knew was perfection. Merging. A complete, terrifying release that kept her floating as the pleasure slowly receded, leaving her limp and wasted beneath him. And certain that nothing would or could ever be the same again.