SEALed with a Kiss (Alpha SEALs Book 2) (11 page)

She hung on the edge of a precipice, moaning Evan’s name.  She was so lost she didn’t even care if anyone could hear her.  His thick fingers speared her again, filling her as she clamped down around him.  He ground the heel of his palm against her clit, working it against her, and she cried out as she shattered in Evan’s arms.  He didn’t let up, and she helplessly bucked against his hand as she rode out the intense waves of pleasure.

Gasping, she collapsed against his SUV, Evan’s hand still cupping her breast, his other hand still inside her.  It was hotter than anything she’d experienced before, save for the way Evan had pleasured her the other night with his tongue.  Holy hell.

“Fuck me running,” Evan muttered.  She could feel his rock hard erection pressing up against her bottom as he hunched over her body, shielding her from view.  Not that anyone could see them in the dark corner, tucked between the wall and his massive SUV, but she loved that protective instinct in him.

Once again, Evan was fully aroused just from pleasuring her.  It must be some macho, alpha male instinct to satisfy a woman so thoroughly, because none of her exes had seemed quite so pleased by that feat.  Or seemed quite so determined to send her flying that high.  Holy crap.

As she slowly floated back down to earth, gasping for breath, Alison quietly laughed.  “How about standing?”

“What?” Evan asked, removing his hand from her panties and softly kissing the back of her neck.  A light sheen of sweat coated her skin, and his tongue slowly trailed down the side of her neck, causing her to shiver.

“You said ‘fuck me running.’”

Evan chuffed out a laugh.  “I’m not fucking you standing here in the parking lot.  I’m taking you home with me.  Making love to you.  And not letting you out of my bed until morning.”

Evan hauled Alison into his arms as they stepped through his front door, holding her lithe body in front of him. He palmed her ass, squeezing it tightly and pulling her against his throbbing erection.  Her slender arms wrapped around his neck, and her legs clamped around his waist.  Hell.  She was clinging to him like she was desperate for him to take her.  And hell if he didn’t want anything more in the world.  He kissed her, tasting the sweetness that was pure Alison.  He ground his swollen cock against her core, and she moaned.  His bedroom was too damn far away.

He carried her a few feet into the kitchen, hastily setting her down on the counter as he brushed aside the mail.  It fell to the floor, but his eyes were too busy feasting on her.  Her gorgeous legs dangled over the edge, and he stepped in close, feeling the heat from her sex against his groin.

“Evan,” she gasped as he rubbed himself enticingly against her.  Her strawberry blonde hair fell straight around the white sundress she had on.  Her breasts rose and fell rapidly, the swells of them looking completely sumptuous as he gazed down at her.  She looked gorgeous, like some sort of goddess sent especially for him.  And he was ready to partake in everything she offered.

“Hang on, baby.”  He pulled his wallet from his back pocket, searching a condom, and felt Alison fumbling with the button on his pants.  She finally got it open and slipped a hand inside, gripping his throbbing length through his boxer briefs.  “Oh, hell, Ali,” he groaned.  He ground his teeth against the electricity shooting through him.  He would explode if she kept this up.

He let her stroke him for a moment and then reluctantly removed her hand.  She started to protest, but he pushed the straps from her sundress to the sides, kissing her bare shoulders.  She had a light dusting of freckles over her fair skin, giving her a certain innocence.  How ironic since she was a few years older than him—a fact she seemed determined to remind him of nearly every chance she got.  He may have been younger than her, but he was in charge tonight.

Her citrusy scent washed over him, and he felt his groin tighten.  He tugged the top of her dress down, along with her bra, and her pert breasts spilled over the top.  She was small and perfect.  Her chest heaved as he kissed his way across.  She was sweet.  Sexy.  He moved slowly, taking his time to explore as he felt her shudder.  He sucked a pebbled nipple into his mouth, lightly flicking his tongue back and forth. Alison arched her back and cried out, jutting her breasts further toward him.

He growled in approval and then moved to her other breast, lavishing it with equal attention.  He sucked the taut bud until Alison grabbed onto his shoulders, gasping.  Hell.

Evan reached beneath her dress, and Ali shifted, allowing him to drag down her white satiny panties.  One of these days he wanted to watch her walk around his apartment, wearing nothing but some of that skimpy, sexy lingerie.  She had on another matching bra and panties set but had no idea she’d end up at his place tonight.  What would she wear if they actually planned a hot night together?

He gripped Alison’s hips, pulling her to the very edge of the counter.  “Evan,” she whimpered.

“Lean back,” he commanded, his voice rough.  She did as he asked, resting on her elbows so she could watch him.  Her rosy mouth parted, her cheeks flushed, and her long hair cascaded down behind her.  He longed to wrap it around his fist, pull her head toward him, and sink his rock-hard erection into her perfect little mouth, letting her suck him until he went crazy.

First things first.

He was going to drive his woman completely senseless.

He tossed her legs over his shoulders, and she was once again completely spread open for him.  He could smell the sweet scent of her arousal, and his mouth watered as he ducked closer to kiss her core.  She trembled as he hovered right above her sex, ready to consume her.  He would do this every single night for this woman.  She didn’t even realize how lost she made him.  How completely enraptured he was whenever she was near.

He teased and licked her, thoroughly exploring all of her folds with his tongue while she writhed on the counter.  She was soft, wet, and completely swollen, dripping with arousal.  Lapping up her juices was like enjoying the most succulent nectar.  He’d never, ever have enough of the taste of Alison on his tongue.  Of the feel of her drenched folds against his lips.  He sucked her clit into his mouth, softly working it as he drove her higher and higher.  Her breathing hitched, and she arched back, crying out his name as she exploded for him, fluttering against his mouth and tongue.

Her hips bucked against his mouth as she threw her head back in ecstasy.  He softly kissed her sex as she rode out her orgasm, nearly drunk on his desire for her.

She was bare.  Dripping wet for him.  Beautiful.

Fuck.

There was nothing as goddamn sexy as the way Alison came for him.  The way she allowed him to give her pleasure made him harder than steel.  Waves of possessiveness washed over him.  Alison was
his
.  He didn’t want any other man kissing or touching her.  Caressing her.  Pleasuring her.

He was going to claim her and make her his own. He’d sink so deeply inside her tight channel that she’d be ruined for any other man.  He’d already had her tonight with his fingers and tongue.  Now he needed his throbbing cock deep inside her core, filling her, branding her as his own.

Evan stood, gripping her shaking legs in his hands.  “I’ve got you, baby,” he murmured.

“Take me to bed, Evan.  I need you.”

He collected her against his chest and strode down the hall, gently placing her onto the king-sized mattress.  He hadn’t brought a woman here before, either into his apartment or his bed, preferring instead to spend the night at their place.  Easier to leave in the morning.

But with Alison?

He wanted it all.

She quickly removed her bunched-up dress, lifting it above her head as he whipped off his shirt and pants.  He sheathed himself and then crawled onto the bed, prowling over her body.  The way she gazed up at him slayed him.  It was helpless, desperate, and as nearly as far gone in lust and desire as him.

His cock brushed up against her sex, and he teased her folds, pacing himself.  She was so wet for him.  So ready.  Alison took his throbbing erection into her hand and guided him to her entrance.  He eased inside, the head of his cock just pushing into her velvety heat.  She was so tight. He tried to go slow, gentle, until it was impossible to hold back.

He inched in further, finally seating himself deep inside, knowing he’d found heaven right here.

***

Alison gasped as Evan entered her.  His thick erection slowly sank inside her, inch-by-inch, until he filled her completely.  She’d been wet and ready for him, desperate for him to fill and claim her as his own.  He bottomed out and held completely still, holding his muscular body above hers, letting Alison get used to him.  Evan was so large, it took a moment to adjust to his size.  He filled and stretched her in a way nothing ever had before, as if he were made for her alone.  She moaned and rocked against him, the exquisite pressure almost too much to bear.

He thrust into her slowly, sweetly, sliding his forearms beneath her back as he rested his weight on his elbows.  His blue gaze bore into hers, trapping her more than his large body atop hers ever could.  She was completely lost to him, and they moved as one, his muscular biceps bunching up beside her with each thrust.  She felt her body humming again, building toward another explosion as Evan stroked her deep inside.  Her walls began to clamp down around him, and he began moving faster, the base of his penis rubbing against her swollen clit.

She cried out, unable to control the pace of their lovemaking as Evan powerfully consumed her, bringing her to the precipice once more.  She dug her fingernails into his shoulders and wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles together as she hung on.  He pumped into her faster, harder, pushing her further toward the edge.  He pulled nearly all the way out and slammed into her once more as she finally detonated, screaming in ecstasy.  He continued bucking into her as she rode the waves of her orgasm, the moment going on and on until she was exhausted beneath him.

Evan impossibly hardened even more and then gave two more powerful thrusts, saying her name as if it were a prayer while he released deep inside her.

He rolled them to the side, hitching her leg up over his hip, his cock still buried within her pulsing walls.  Muscular arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer as his entire body curled around hers.  She gasped against his neck, burying her head into the crook of his shoulder as he held her.  He was in her, wrapped around her—his very scent covered her skin.  There was no part of her unaffected, untouched, or unchanged by Evan.

There would be no running away from him tonight.  Not now.  Not after that life-altering explosion, not with the way their bodies were still joined as one.  Maybe things would look different in the light of day, but for the moment, for tonight, she only wanted him.

Evan awoke, yawning, a feeling of deep satisfaction filling his chest.  The sunlight beamed in through the windows, flickering light across his king-sized bed, and he tried to remember the last time he’d slept in past dawn.  When was the last time he’d actually been happy to spend the entire night with a woman?  Probably…never?

After a shitty few days, he’d finally brought the woman he was crazy about home with him last night.  Maybe he’d had to chase her down the damn street, but he’d taken her back to his place.  Had her in his own bed.  Made love to her until they’d both drifted off to sleep.  Smug male satisfaction coursed through him.  Hearing Alison scream out his name again and again was the sexiest thing ever.  Feeling her inner walls clench around his cock as he took her, made her his own, made him want to roar in approval.  Alison was his.

And it wasn’t just about the sex—although that had been off-the-charts spectacular.  His new favorite thing was exploring her body, making her come and completely shatter in his arms.  It was more than just physical though—he cared for her.  His heart had nearly exploded out of his chest when he’d seen the hurt expression on her face at Anchors last night.  His only thought had been finding her, making things right between them, and then finally making her his.

He’d torn out of there so fast, he was sure the other guys would be ribbing him the rest of the year.  The hell if he cared.  Patrick would’ve probably kicked his ass for hurting Alison—and rightfully so.  Thank fuck he’d gotten it together enough to go after his woman.  And she was his now—he’d thoroughly claimed her last night, pleasured her, and made certain she’d never want another man again.

He reached across the sheets, wondering why her warm little body wasn’t tucked into his right now.  He’d woken her once in the middle of the night, his cock harder than steel, and they’d sleepily made love before falling asleep in each other’s arms again.  The way she nestled against him was probably the cutest damn thing he’d ever seen—like she needed him.  And not just because he was some tough Navy SEAL—she’d needed Evan the man.  And hell if that didn’t fill his chest with a kind of pride he couldn’t even begin to explain.

Sitting up, he glanced toward the master bathroom.  The door was wide open, the room empty.  His brow furrowed as he scanned his bedroom.  He never, ever slept this late, but then again, he’d never been so wrapped up in a woman before—literally and figuratively.  Alison had him by the balls and didn’t even know it.  He was completely crazy for her.

He climbed out of bed, pulling on a pair of jeans.  Not bothering to fully zip them, he sauntered out to the living room.  He had no idea what Ali was doing up so early after the night they’d had, but he sure as hell didn’t plan to let her stay out here alone.  They had a lazy Sunday to spend together, one in which he planned to enjoy getting fully acquainted with her gorgeous body.  The hours that had passed since they’d last made love were too many—he needed to have her again.  To slake his need and satiate her.

She was the first woman he’d even brought back to his apartment here in Little Creek.  When he was younger, he’d take a woman home with him for the night, but over the years, he’d only stayed at the woman’s place.  It was easier to sneak out in the middle of the night, easier knowing they wouldn’t track him down to his apartment looking for more.

The thought of possibly deploying again in the next week or so was almost painful.  His chest tightened at the idea of leaving Alison here while he shipped out.  Never, ever had he cared about a woman while he was gone.  His focus was on the mission.  His men.  The women he’d been with in the past had always just been a warm body in his bed—there for his pleasure.  He’d certainly enjoyed driving them wild, too, but it had all been about immediate sexual gratification for both of them.  One woman was easily replaceable with another.

He walked into the empty kitchen.  It felt as lonely as the rest of his apartment did at the moment.  His eyes fell on the table—completely bare.  He was pretty damn certain Ali had left her purse there last night.

Glancing around his living room, a feeling of uneasiness began to wash over him.  What. The. Fuck.  She was gone.

***

Alison climbed out of the cab, shoving a handful of bills at the driver.  Last night had been an epic mistake.  She’d awoken early this morning, Evan’s hard body wrapped tightly around hers, and had a brief moment of panic.  They hadn’t made any promises to each other, hadn’t even been out on an actual date, and somehow she’d ended up spending the night at his apartment.  In his bed.

She’d untangled herself from his muscular arms, miraculously not waking him, and snuck into the kitchen for a glass of cold water. As she tried to tell herself she was freaking out over nothing, she’d collected the pile of mail they’d knocked to the floor last night, tossing it onto the counter and accidentally bumping the answering machine.  As images of Evan making her come on his countertop flooded her mind, his mouth on her in the most intimate way imaginable, a woman’s sexy voice purred on the recording, asking him to call her.  Because she’d had a great time with him on Thursday night.

Thursday night. 
As in one night after he’d made dinner for her and hauled her off to her bedroom.

Hot tears streamed down her cheeks as she opened the front door of her townhouse.  What did she expect?  She knew he was too young, that guys like him had women hanging all over them.  Yet she’d gone ahead and slept with him anyway.  She debated calling Rebecca to vent but didn’t want to wake her so early on a Sunday.  This seemed kind of like a best friend emergency though.  Briefly, she debated driving straight there.  Pouring her heart out to the one person who’d understand.  Then again, Rebecca might be over at Patrick’s.  Maybe she
should
call.

Her phone beeped with a text message, and her pulse pounded when she saw it was from Evan.

Are you okay?  Where’d you go?

Furiously, Alison texted him back.

Check your messages.  It sounds like you have plenty of women to keep you busy.

Her phone started ringing a second later, and she pushed the “ignore” button.  There was no way in hell she was talking to Evan or letting him chase her down again.  She’d been enough of a fool last night to let him convince her that the woman in the bar had been coming onto him—not vice versa.  Holy crap. What if she was the one who left the message?  She certainly seemed to know Evan pretty well. 
Damn it.  Damn it.  Damn it.

Alison stormed into her bedroom and changed into her workout clothes.  The adrenaline and anger rushing through her were putting her on edge, making her furious.  She should probably have something to eat before she went out, but she was too angry to bother.  There was certainly no need for coffee when the rage coursing through her had her wide awake and alert.  At the moment, she wanted to wring that bastard’s neck.

Her phone beeped again, and just before she could haul it clear across her living room, she realized it was a text from her brother:

Coming to VA Beach this week. You up for company?

God, well at least she’d have something to look forward to.  If she could convince him to drive down today, she’d have a couple of days off to spend with him before her shift started.  Hmmm.  She’d give him a call when she returned from her walk.  She needed to cool off first, and there was no way she was discussing guy problems with him.

Leaving her phone on the counter, she grabbed a bottle of water and stormed back outside.  The sooner she burned off some of this rage seething in her, the happier she’d be.  Maybe.

***

Evan pounded his fist on the countertop, anger and frustration pumping through him.  What message?  What women?

This was ridiculous.

He riffled through the mail on the countertop as if that would give him some sort of clue.  It had been scattered all over the floor last night before he’d taken Ali to his bedroom, so she must’ve picked it up off the floor earlier.  He sure didn’t see any type of message that would make her go berserk.  Not that there even were any other women.

“Hell,” he muttered, glancing around his kitchen.

His eyes fell to the answering machine on the counter.  He rarely used his landline but pushed the play button just for the hell of it.  There sure were no written messages lying around, so what else could she have been talking about?  Not a damn thing about this morning was making sense.  And Ali storming off again was frustrating the hell out of him.

The answering machine beeped, and the woman purring at him as the message played back had him baffled. 
Thursday night?

He listened to the message all the way to the end, then hit play again.  An earlier message began to play first. 
“Brent, baby, give me a call….”

Jesus.  Now Brent was giving out Evan’s number to his one-night-stands?  Good God.  He was going to give him hell the next time he saw the guy.  Like he wanted a bunch of angry women calling him.

The meaning of Ali’s text suddenly dawned on him.  She thought he’d been with another woman the other night?  For the love of God.  If she kept jumping to conclusions, no way in hell would this work between them.  He grit his teeth and clamped his eyes shut, his blood pounding.  Was she expecting him to chase her all the way over to her townhouse?  He’d just tried calling a few minutes ago, and she hadn’t answered.

He stalked back into his bedroom.  Maybe after a long run his head would be clearer, and he could figure out what the fuck to do next.  At the moment, he just didn’t feel like dealing with that woman’s particular brand of crazy.  She freaking drove him insane, usually in the best way possible.  But was she going to run every time she freaked out?  Or push him away when he got too close?

His sheets were a tangled mess from their night of lovemaking, and Ali’s citrusy scent still clung to them.  He shut his eyes, trying to get images of her in his bed out of his mind.  Weren’t women usually all about talking, communicating, and shit? Ali seemed content to cut and run whenever she was feeling uncertain.

Hell.

His eyes fell on a piece of plastic on the ground next to his bed, and he realized Alison’s inhaler had fallen out of her purse.  “Damn it,” he muttered.  Worry snaked through him at the memory of her having an asthma attack a few weeks ago.  He’d felt so desperate as he watched her in her kitchen, panic coursing through him even as her breathing slowly returned to normal.  As frustrated as he was at the moment, the protective instinct in him flared up.  He’d have to head over there sooner than he’d planned.

Abandoning his idea of going on a run, Evan headed toward the bathroom instead.  A quick shower, and he’d be on his way.