Protected by a SEAL (Alpha SEALs, Book 6) (10 page)

Those brilliant blue eyes met his, and
before he could change his mind, he ducked down and brushed a kiss
across her soft lips. She tasted of something sweet, like peaches.
Sunshine. Summertime.

Hell.

Since when did he get all poetic over a
woman?

But it was a taste he needed more of,
desperately. His hand slid to the back of her head. Tangled in her
hair. And she yielded to him, making a soft little sound that was a
cross between a whimper and moan, letting his mouth move over her,
stealing each gasp of her breath. Her mouth parted at his urging,
and suddenly he was pressing her against her front door as she
clung to him, fisting her fingers in his shirt. And he kissing Ella
like a man addicted. Like he needed her more than his next
breath.

***

Ella gasped as Brent backed her against the
door, his mouth wickedly working against hers like he wanted to
devour her. Like he was made to kiss her and her alone. His full
lips consumed her, stealing her air. Swallowing her little gasps
and whimpers. And the way his large frame bent over her smaller
one? It was powerful and possessive and protective. It was like his
body shielded hers from the entire world.

And she freaking loved it.

He tasted sinfully good, like dark chocolate
and musk and man. The dark scruff of his five o’clock shadow chafed
against her skin. His strength and scent surrounded her, marking
her as his. And at the moment? It felt like they were in their own
little world. Clinging to him as she’d ridden on the back of his
Harley had been exhilarating—something out of a dream. She never
thought she’d like motorcycles, but something about the open air
and man in front of her had been freeing. She didn’t have time to
worry about her life or her future, she just existed.

In the moment.

With Brent.

She’d felt his heartbeat as she’d initially
clung to him in fear, but after a few moments, she’d simply relaxed
against his broad frame. Their bodies moved as one as they rumbled
off into the night. Her head rested against his strong back. Her
thighs sat flush against his muscular ones. The feeling of being so
close to a man who made her feel safe was something she’d never had
before. And wrapping herself around his powerful body had made her
want to do all sorts of things with him—preferably tangled up in
each other’s arms. In between the sheets.

Brent was experienced though. More than
experienced. He wouldn’t even know what to do with someone like
her. She nearly blushed at the thought of telling him she’d only
been with one other man. He’d probably run off faster than a sailor
on leave.

Away from her.

“Are you okay?” Brent asked between kisses,
his voice gruff. Thick with need.

“Perfect,” she whispered.

He let out a growl and kissed along her
jawline as she arched her head back, giving him more room. He
placed a gentle kiss just behind her ear, and she practically
mewled in approval. A muffled sound came from beside her, and she
realized he’d dropped his jacket to the ground. Then he was kissing
her again, teasing her lips with the tip of his tongue, encouraging
her to open to him. She clung to him as his tongue darted into her
mouth and every sensation overwhelmed her.

Tasting.

Teasing.

Tempting her.

Warmth spread through her until her entire
body was pulsing with need and awareness. Her nipples tightened,
and as his broad chest rubbed against them as he pressed closer,
she nearly moaned at the sweet pleasure. Arousal dampened her
panties as Brent’s large hands slid from her waist, gripping her
hips. Hell. His hands were so big, he could practically wrap them
all the way around her. What would it feel like having them tug her
jeans down, slip beneath her panties, and touch her swollen flesh?
Invade her intimately? She was so wet and aching for him. She’d had
boyfriends clumsily make it to third base before without the
slightest clue on what to do next.

That would never be an issue with him.

His fingers tightened at her hips as he
nipped at her, tugging her lower lip between his teeth, and a moan
escaped from her. She fisted his tee shirt, not sure if she was
trying to pull him closer or push him away. Uncertain if kissing
Brent was the best idea she’d ever had or possibly the worst
mistake of her life.

The worst, she decided as his hands slid
higher, edging up her ribcage. She’d never recover from this.
Never. She had to leave freaking tomorrow, and the biggest, baddest
SEAL of them all was kissing her against the door with no intention
of leaving. Maybe lots of women were up for one night of fun, but
that wasn’t her. Shouldn’t be her.

But sometimes something so wrong felt oh so
right.

“I should go,” Brent muttered between
kisses.

“Yeah, you should,” she agreed, clutching
his shirt tighter.

Pulling him closer.

“I told myself I wasn’t coming into your
house.”

“This isn’t my house—it’s Kenley’s
apartment.”

Brent’s eyes sparked as he gazed down at
her. “Hell, sweetheart, don’t tempt me. I’m hanging on by a thread
as it is.”

Stretching up on her tip-toes, she kissed
him again, effectively ending the conversation. Brent kissed like
no one she’d been with before, like his whole world was honed in on
her in that moment. She swore she could feel the Earth move as his
mouth took hers. His hands slid higher, leaving a trail of warmth
across her ribcage, until his thumbs grazed the undersides of her
breasts. Driving her out of her mind.

He moved slowly, leisurely, as if giving her
a chance to stop him, and it was sexy as hell. Somehow that small
touch aroused her more than anything or anyone in the past.

One hand drifted higher, palming her breast.
He squeezed gently, kneading her flesh, leaving her shamelessly
arching into his touch. His thumb grazed over her nipple, slowly
sliding back and forth as it pebbled beneath her tank top. She
wanted to feel his touch on her skin, to feel his calloused hands
dragging over her. For him to cover her entire body with his and
never leave.

His other hand slipped beneath the back of
her tank top, just barely caressing the skin on her lower back, and
she arched against him, desperate to get closer.

Every nerve ending tingled with awareness
for him. Every part of her body screamed for his touch. His fingers
teased the small of her back, lightly caressing her skin. And then
his tongue was thrusting inside her mouth, rubbing alongside hers,
demanding more.

“Brent,” she whimpered, and a second later
he’d hauled her up into his arms. Strong forearms supported her
thighs, and her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms around his
broad shoulders. He pulled her tighter against him, and she sharply
inhaled as she felt his thick erection rubbing up against her core.
He was huge, and she resisted the urge to shamelessly rub against
him. To relieve the ache building inside her. To come apart right
here in his arms.

“Hell, gorgeous, the things I want to do
with you.”

“Have to unlock the door….”

Somehow she pulled the key free from her
handbag, and Brent neatly took it from her, sliding it into the
lock and pushing the front door open. He barely even glanced around
as he stepped inside, kicking the door shut behind them.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked gruffly,
ducking down for another searing kiss. “Say the word, and I’ll
go.”

She clung to him, desperate for more of his
kisses, more of his touch—more everything. “Please don’t stop,” she
whispered. His erection rubbed against her again as he shifted, and
pleasure shot straight through her.

God, she’d die if he stopped now. She was so
turned on, her entire body felt like it might explode.

Brent let out a low guttural sound and
carried her over to the sofa, gently setting her down amongst the
cushions. He leaned her back onto the pillows, and then his large
body folded atop hers. His weight settling atop hers was heady.
Arousing. He dominated her but was surprisingly gentle with the way
he held his weight slightly above her, preventing her from being
completely crushed. She was trapped between his muscular arms.
Beneath his broad chest. Under his massive bulk.

And she freaking loved it.

He lightly tugged on her earlobe with his
teeth, causing her to gasp beneath him, and then he nipped his way
down her neck, scraping his teeth over her tender flesh. His
whiskers abraded her skin, and she wanted to feel that against her
swollen breasts. Between her thighs.

She inhaled his clean, masculine scent, her
heart pounding in her chest as she simply let him consume her.
Brent trailed kisses down toward her cleavage, and her breasts
heaved up and down. Suddenly he kissed his way down the long
necklace she wore, catching the pendant between his teeth. There
was something sexy as hell at his mouth between her breasts, her
necklace in his mouth. It was like he’d declared she was his.

And oh how she was down for the count.

“I’ve been wanting to inspect this all
night, beautiful,” he said, softly rubbing his thumb across the
gold pendant. “I love the way it sits right between your gorgeous
breasts. Taunting and teasing me. I’ve wanted to touch it all
fucking night.” He gently set it back against her skin, placing his
palm between her breasts, and she knew he could feel her heart
racing.

“Don’t be scared,” he assured her, his voice
gruff. “Never be scared of me. I’d never hurt you.”

She nodded, and then suddenly his hands
fisted the bottom of her tank top, dragging it up alongside her
body before he tugged it over her head. He kissed her softly, once
again teasing her lips with his tongue, and then he was gazing down
at her pink lace bra, his eyes hungry with desire.

Warmth pooled in her core at the heated look
in his eyes. Had a man ever looked at her that way before? Like he
simply wanted to eat her alive? He was going to kill her with those
feverish looks, but oh, what a way to go.

He ducked down, kissing each breast through
the lace, and Ella tried to remember how to breathe. His warm mouth
and gentle kisses had to be the absolute sexiest thing ever. There
was something incredibly erotic about his mouth moving over her
lacy bra. About only the tiniest scrap of fabric separating those
lips from her skin.

The lace rubbed against her tender nipples,
and she needed more. More of Brent’s touches, more kisses, more
everything.

Most guys she’d been with were in a hurry to
get to the main course—and Brent seemed content to linger over her,
taking his sweet time. His tongue flicked over one nipple through
the lace, and she cried out, clutching onto his broad shoulders. It
was good, so good, and the man hadn’t even fully undressed her yet.
He sucked on one nipple through the lacy bra, taking his sweet time
as he enjoyed teasing her, and then she was begging, actually
begging him for more.

“I’ll give you anything you want,
sweetheart. Everything you want.”

His tongue dragged along the outline of her
bra, tracing the swells of her breasts, and she nearly came
undone.

Finally, he tugged one cup lower, exposing a
nipple, then dipped his head down and sucked it into his mouth.
Ella gasped and arched against him as desire shot straight to her
core. Her clit throbbed with every nip and suckle, and she ached
for him to reach down with one of his muscular hands and send her
straight to ecstasy.

He lightly flicked his tongue back and forth
over her taut bud, sending electricity shooting through her entire
body, and she cried out, arching up off the sofa.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” Brent
murmured. “I could spend all night worshipping you. Sucking on your
nipples. Squeezing these gorgeous breasts. Making you scream in
pleasure.”

His hands slid around her back, and a second
later her bra was coming off, tossed aside. Forgotten. Brent gazed
at her bare breasts and lightly grazed one nipple with his thumb,
watching her reaction. She whimpered beneath him, desperate for
more of his mouth and tongue laving against her breasts. Afraid to
move and break whatever the spell between them.

Finally he leaned over and ran his tongue
all the way around one areola. His other hand cupped and caressed
her breast, and he licked her nipple again, causing her to whimper.
Arousal dampened her panties, and she could feel her slickened
walls aching for him. His tongue was doing wicked, dangerous things
as he played with her breasts, and she could only imagine him going
down on her. An ex-boyfriend had tried it once, and it was less
than satisfying. But with Brent? She was practically about to come
already with her panties still on.

He lightly bit down on the hard bud, and she
called out his name at the slight nip of pain. Seconds later he
blew on it, soothing her, easing away the sting.

“Did you like that, baby?” he asked
huskily.

“Brent,” she murmured, her chest rising and
falling beneath his gaze.

“So fucking gorgeous,” he said. “I want to
make you come again and again tonight. All night. In every way
imaginable.”

He slowly kissed his way down her ribcage
and stomach as she sucked in a breath and trembled beneath him.
Brent expertly undid the button on her jeans, slowly sliding the
zipper down, acting like she was a present he was intending to
savor. He kissed lower and lower as he tugged down her jeans,
barely moving over her panties before nipping at her inner thighs.
Thank God she’d worn matching sexy panties tonight. They weren’t
expensive, but she’d never gotten any complaints from ex-boyfriends
before. Lingerie was lingerie, right?

Moments later her jeans were gone, and Brent
was lightly caressing her calve with one muscular hand. She’d never
considered that an erogenous zone before, but holy hell. Brent’s
hands anywhere on her body were about to send her up in smoke.