Tempting Target: Heart of a SEAL (15 page)

“I don’t know what you’re thinking, but it’s so loud. Just give me a minute to get to it. Okay?”

She nodded but deep down she didn’t feel any better.

“When we met and you spilled your drink on me?” He waited a few seconds before he said anything else, and she knew that if he knew how crazy it was making her when he drew this story out he wouldn’t do it like this, but she stayed silent as long as she could.

“Yes.” Emmy was so anxious about what was going to come out of his mouth she could almost cry.

“I’d seen you get off the plane, and I’d followed you. You were beautiful and you were trying to juggle all the items you had in your hand. I didn’t know why you didn’t just put that pink piece of paper in your purse, but you were determined to carry your purse, your carryon bag, drag your big suitcase, and hold your large beverage in your hand. My goal was to talk to you as I helped you with some of your things, and I thought maybe we could have hung out later.”

“You’re saying that you saw me before I saw you?”
Could that be true?

“Our eyes met when you got off the plane, but then it seemed like you were running away from me. It didn’t seem like it was possible that was happening, but it took some fancy footwork to catch up with you.” He turned his face toward hers; she could tell by the way his voice sounded closer.

“Modest aren’t we?” She was enjoying this story now that she knew it wasn’t as bad as she’d imagined. It was fun to tease and play with him, and he was always such a good sport about it.

“I’m a pretty modest guy. Yes.”

“So modest you couldn’t believe a woman would turn the other way and run from you?” She couldn’t help but tease him, as she’d never heard him be anything other than modest so this was funny to her.

“Usually women don’t run from me, but the connection I felt when we looked at each other was something that hadn’t ever happened to me before. The whole ‘Their eyes met from across a crowded room’ always seemed like horse shit to me, but I must admit there is something to be said about it.” He brought his hand up to her mouth and stroked her bottom lip until she had his thumb sucked into her mouth.

“I did feel the connection, too, but, get ready to use your  modestly, you were the best looking man I’d ever seen and I was fresh out of college and on my first solo vacation. I thought you were way out of my league.” That didn’t feel good to say, so she unzipped his pants and pulled out his thick hard member, as she prepared to fill her mouth the taste of his cock.

When she moved to get further down on him, he stopped her.

“You know, you like to hide behind things sometimes.” Matt stopped her from going down any further.

She huffed out a harsh breath and knew she was going to have to finish this conversation. “Like what?”

“Like how you ran away from home. I’m not saying you shouldn’t have done it, because then I’d never have met you. I’m not saying that you shouldn’t have a vacation alone if you didn’t want to, but I am saying that you left to prove a point. You’ve got to be scaring the crap out of all of them.”

“How did you come up with that?” She wanted to know where his mind was and what he was really saying.

“Because I care for you, Emmy, but you make it so damn hard. I know how you think and I understand it. You should probably make sure your family knows why you’re upset. I also think that your aunt didn’t want you to know about her death until you finished school. Of course, I don’t know that, but you should probably talk to them about why you left and how things need to change so you can go back to them on terms you like.” He seemed to be working hard to get her to understand what he was saying.

She knew what he was saying, but all she heard was, “I don’t want you here and you should fix it all up with your family.” Turning away from him so she was on her back, she kept her hands to herself. She was right about the way she was thinking before. She just kept setting herself up to get hurt. The noise outside the window made her think about why she started this thing in the first place.

Emmy had feelings for Matt. She wanted to be with him; she wanted to sleep with him; and she wanted to fuck him. This wasn’t about how he was going to handle the aftermath of this situation. It wasn’t about her wanting him to claim her. This was about what she wanted.

Rolling on top of him was easy in the dark. It was empowering. She rocked on his cock a few times before he responded. She wasn’t sure what that was about, and she wished that she could see his face. Not only was that a turn on for her, but she could have a better handle on how he was feeling.

He reached up and grabbed both of her breasts in his hands, massaging them through her clothes, and she worked her hips harder and fasted on his shaft. This was the most fun she’d had with him while they were both dressed.

The wind seemed to be getting louder, but she couldn’t find it in her to care. In her mind, it was just she and Matt in this room and the rest of the world could have stopped.

“Matt. I need you.” She didn’t like sounding so needy, but at that moment that was exactly what she was. Needy. She needed to feel like she was a part of something; she needed an anchor to hold onto; and she needed to feel like everything was going to be alright soon.

She had on jeans, so she got up and took them off, and she could hear that he was getting rid of clothes as well.

Emmy got back on top of him as soon as she heard the rustling of his clothes stop.

“What are you doing, Emmy?” The husky sound of his voice ratcheted up her libido, which was already high every time they were together. However, with the wildness of the weather, she was just perched on edge.

“I know all of the things I said about trying to keep myself together and not wanting to be on a up and down rollercoaster with you, but at the end of the day. I want you. If this is all I can have and now is our time, then I’m willing to take it. No regrets. When I sat in my room last night and thought that you’d run off with Carolyn, I still couldn’t make myself think it would have been better if we’d never met.” She was never so glad that he couldn’t see her face and she couldn’t see his. It was what she wanted to say, but she didn’t think she’d be brave enough to say it to his face.

“We just keep getting thrown together. Maybe it’s a sign.” Matt was moving Emmy’s hips so that her wet pussy was opened over his cock and the sensation was electric. If it weren’t for the storm outside that she knew could be deadly she’d say this was the best experience she’d ever had. She felt like there was an extra connection between them, and it made her feel excited and free. This was probably the reason why people had sex in the midst of trials and tribulations. It put you in a totally different frame of mind.

“Are you ready, Emmy?” Matt asked, and she wondered what he was asking about. They were both naked and she was sliding all over his cock like a slip and slide. What else could she could do to show she was ready?

“I’m always ready for your cock. No matter what I was thinking in my head or feeling in my heart I wanted you. I didn’t want to be around you because I know our chemistry is too strong. I love your hands on me. It’s like a drug. I want more and more of it.” Again she was learning more about herself. This time she was letting her experience how freeing it was to be in the dark. Who knew what kinds of secrets she would expose if they stayed in the dark?

He turned to his phone and flipped on a switch that illuminated the room. It was funny how one little light on a phone could produce so much light.

“That’s what I wanted to see,” Matt said with a smile on his face.

“What?” She loved to see his face, but now that she looked at him she was almost bashful. There went the full enclosure portion of the day… or maybe she could learn from this as well. Saying what you wanted to say when you wanted to say it. Speak your truth. She’d see how it went.

“I love the expression on your face when you’re ready to be fucked. Makes my cock just that much harder. There are so many things that I want to do to you. Sitting in my room for the few hours I was granted was torture. When you talked about regrets, I understood exactly what you meant. We need to come up with something because there is something pulling us together, but right now I want to bury myself so deep in your body you won’t know where you end and I begin.”

“Show me,” she said, and she knew the look on her face showed him how ready she was because she saw the responding look on his face, like it was a mirror image.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Something was going to have to be done because this woman was more than an accessory. He’d done his best to put her out of his mind and life, but she just kept getting thrown back in, and he didn’t think he was strong enough to let her go again.

Her words were like a red flag to a bull—because now that he’d made up his mind to give her the choice to stay or go it was like an extra twist in his balls. He loved the way she smelled and the way her innocently sweet face twisted into a wicked smirk when she thought she did something that turned him on.

He pulled her hair, making her arch backwards and causing her breasts to thrust toward him.

“Do it,” Emmy said with a groan.

“What, baby?” He knew what she wanted, but it was always better when she asked for it.

“Bite me. Hard.” She let a whimper accompany that request, and he knew she was trying to kill him. They’d not gotten any further than her grinding her sweet pussy all over his cock, but they were both on the edge of madness.

He lifted his head to reach one of her hardened nipples and sucked it hard into his mouth before putting his teeth to it.

“Ahhh,” she said with a loud throaty exclamation. The rain outside was harder and the sound of things being thrown against the building was more frequent. He didn’t want to scare her, but the island was in a lot of trouble, and there was nothing anyone could do until the storm passed.

She slid her hand down her body and inserted his cock inside her dripping entrance, and it was like someone flipped his switch. He was fucking into her like he needed it to breathe, and in fact, that was exactly how he felt. If he didn’t come and get her to come, he didn’t know what to do. The bed didn’t squeak and that was a good thing because he was powering into her body time and time again.

Faster and faster he pounded into her, but it wasn’t enough. Flipping her on the bed so he could get more leverage to give them what they both wanted was what he thought was best. She put her hand on the back of his neck and brought him down to her other nipple that was just as hard as the first but lonely and dry.

“Do you want me to bite that one, too?” he asked, rubbing his nose and lips over the bud but not giving her what she wanted. She didn’t answer with her words just a nod of her head. He loved to hear her voice and thought about making her answer him with words, but the frantic sounds she was making were spurring him on to a fast finish.

Bending down he bit down on her neck, loving the fresh fragrant skin that was soft and sweet, but she moved him down to where she wanted him.

“Here, Matt. Please.” She sounded like she was living on the edge of her orgasm, and he loved to be the one to give it to her. He pumped hard and sucked harder until she screamed out loud enough to be heard over the chaos that was going on outside their window. Her body clamped down on his cock like a sweet sexy vice, and it was hard to let her finish, but he didn’t want to come without her because he could feel that this was going to be a big one. Right when he knew she was about finish, he gave himself permission to unload the power orgasm that he had been working on since the last time he was in her body.

“Let me see it,” she said, as she tried to catch her breath, but he was at a total loss about what she wanted. What he did know is she’d better explain because he was seconds away from his own personal fireworks.

“Tell me what you want.” He was getting used to losing control when he was with this woman, but he didn’t like to hear his voice sound like that. It was like his hips were pistons that were moving of their own accord. He’d wanted to slow down to find out what she wanted from him. Unfortunately, his body didn’t want to comply.

“I want you to come on my tits.” Breathless is how she sounded and how that one sentence made him feel.

That request was almost too much for him to hear. Even with as much sex as they’d had since they’d met, she kept surprising him. If she wanted him to do that she was going to have to let him go. He enjoyed how she liked to hold him to her when she was finished, but he broke away from her hold, as he slipped his throbbing hard cock out of her body.

The wet sound of the slickness that had come from her body made the sexiest noise, as he jacked his cock harder and faster to give her the result she wanted.

“I love to watch you stroke your cock. That you’re doing it for me… because I asked is even hotter. Let me hear you come for me… just for me Matt. Show me what my pussy does for you.”

Matt felt like his skin was a few sizes too tight and there was just too much stimulation.
Where the hell did she get that mouth?
It was killing him because he loved listening to hot, dirty words come out of a mouth that was attached to the sweetest girl he’d ever met. He either needed less or just a little more, but his mind wasn’t working to help him find a solution. When Emmy reached up and pinched his nipple while she tugged on his balls, his cock erupted like a volcano. The glow from his phone allowed him to watch jet after jet of his seed land on her skin. It was even more arousing because she now had to wear his scent everywhere she’d go for an unknown amount of time.

He kneeled over her, as he caught his breath and waited to hear what she was going to say about this. He was shocked again when she rubbed his fluids into her skin, like it was a thick creamy lotion she’d bought from some department store.

“Did you like that?” he asked her while he looked at her cat who ate the cream face.

“Yes.” She couldn’t hold back the smirk on her face, and he thought it was a well-deserved look. Emmy had done things that he didn’t think could be done. He’d been with women who thought they were at the top of their craft, but no one had brought him down to his base needs like her.

His heart almost stopped when a loud crash sounded like a car had hit the side of the building. Emmy squealed and the sexy moment was gone. The storm had to be in full force now, and there was nothing they could do but wait.

“I love you, Emmy. I know it’s been a short time, and I know there are a lot of obstacles, but if we make it out of this I want to try to see if we can make this work.”

She looked at him but then picked up his phone so she could see him better. “Say that again,” she said, looking deep at his face like there was going to be a change in what he said or how he said it.

“I love you, Emmy, and I’m sorry that I tried to make decisions for you that we should have discussed together.” He kissed her forehead and then wondered if maybe they should put some clothes on. If anything happened he was going to need to help out, and she would need to be with the other civilians.

“Do you really mean that? I hate to ask you so many times, but I was beginning to feel like I was all alone in this. Not the sex. We’re good at that, but you were just able to flip your emotions on and off with not a thought of
us
. You walked away yesterday without even my cell phone number, and it really hurt. Today, I was willing to take sex from you because it’s so good and because I’ve never regretted being with you like that, but I was more afraid of what’s going to happen to you when all this is over.”

That’s what he’d been trying to tell her. The life of a military partner wasn’t always a good one, and if nothing else, loneliness topped their charts. It wasn’t something that he wanted for her, but it was something they would talk about. How to make this work? Could they make this work? Why should they try to make this work? Those were the questions he wanted answered, but the main question was… Would they live through the night?

“Let’s get dressed in case either of us has to make a quick retreat.” He was sorry to break up their little party, but he hoped there would be time later when they both survived this ordeal. Until then, they would have to be happy with what they had.

They were dressed and in the bed when his emergency walkie-talkie went off. “
Everyone just stay where you are. It’s about to get bad.”
The tinny sound of the little machine made him wonder about who was talking on it and where the hell they were.

“About to?” Emmy said from his side.

He brought her to the inside wall and covered her with his body. It was all he had, and he’d give it to her. The winds were shaking the cement building, and Matt wondered if it would crack and crumble around them.

“When I knew that you’d seen my list, my first thought was how embarrassed I was, but you didn’t let me know about it until later, so I thought I’d gotten away with some master heist.” Emmy’s voice was low, and he was concentrating on her words. It was amazing how just that one thing had him calm and focused.

“I wanted to be the stranger whom you had your one-night stand with. From the moment I fingered you at the restaurant and heard your sweet moans, I knew it would be hard to let you go. I started that night trying to let you have the independence you said you were looking for. I’d kicked off your list and you were on your way.”

“What brought you back?” she asked, as her fingers stroked him comfortingly. It wasn’t lost on him that they were both trying to bring comfort to each other in a very uncomfortable situation.

“I watched you try to gather your courage to take off that robe while you were on the boardwalk. The area you were heading towards wasn’t even heavily populated, but I wanted to make sure you had done another thing on your list. I knew you weren’t the type of woman who would have liked the, ‘You look beautiful. Just go out there and strut your stuff’ angle, so I tried to get your competitive spirit going.”

“I’m not competitive.” She practically sat up, but he made her lay back down, and then he turned off the light on his phone, thinking they may need it later.

“You are one of the most competitive people I know. The fact that you don’t think so means that it’s so deeply ingrained in you it’s hard for you to see. I’m not asking you to change it. I’m just saying that I saw it… probably because competition is my spirit animal, too.”

“Thank you for helping me with my list.” She turned around in his arms so that they were no longer spooning, but she was nestled into his chest. He wasn’t ever able to fully turn off the hyper-awareness of the turmoil going on outside, but he was able to be comfortable, and he was able to comfort.

“I’m glad you wrote list so I’d have a chance to woo you with your own words. That was pretty convenient.”

“I’m not going to lie to you, Matt. I don’t know if we are going to make it out of here alive, but if we do, you may never get rid of me.” She snuggled into him even harder, and he took comfort in her words and touch.

“I don’t think I’ve ever pushed anyone the way I pushed you—unless I count myself, but that stops right now. Today. If we get out of this, I don’t think I’ll ever let you go.” He hugged her tight in his arms.

There was a sound so loud it seemed to be right in his head. The wind blew around the room, and it was like he was fading into a fog.

“Matt… Matt…. MATT!!”

He knew that was Emmy’s voice, but it seemed to be fading fast. Matt wanted to tell her to go and get help but nothing was working. His mouth wouldn’t move and neither would his body.

Run, Emmy
. His mind felt like it was flooded until the peace and calm ran over his body and mind—like water.