Tempting Target: Heart of a SEAL (7 page)

She looked over at him, like she was trying to figure out if he was being honest. Emmy must have thought so because she slid about seven inches his way.

“I didn’t want to go dancing tonight because it seemed like Marcus had ruined that part of the night. We don’t have much time left together, and I wanted to spend it with you.” He watched her face and there were so many expressions crossing it that he didn’t know how to decipher them all.

She slid another few inches until she was in front of him. “Open up,” she said, as she slid under his arm leaving him on his side above her.

He kissed her slowly, and she pulled him down with her hand on the back of his neck. She’d changed her clothes and only had on his Navy shirt and some shorts which it didn’t take him long to get rid of.

They kissed like the long lost lovers that they were going to be. It was like they were both trying to make memories that would last them forever. He’d plucked and pinched her body, and her flushed skin told the story of how aroused she was, as did her staccato-type.

“I think you’re ready,” he said, and she was up on all fours like she knew the drill, but she couldn’t have because this was the first time they were ever going to do this. Her virgin ass would have his stamp on it, and it was bitter sweet. He’d been putting this off because he knew it would mean something to her, just like it meant something to him.

He moved behind her and got her lubed up and ready along with his condom-covered cock.

“Are you ready, baby?” The husky sound filled the room, and he was more than ready to start.

“Yes,” she answered quickly, like he was going to change his mind.
Not a fucking chance.

She was still tight, but not like it had been when he introduced his thumb. Plus, she was always such an eager fuck. It was hard to hold back with her, but that was a challenge he loved to attempt.

She pushed her ass back into him when he was almost balls deep, and the grunt that came from his throat couldn’t be stopped.

“This is going to be it, Matt. Don’t hold back. Give me something to remember. When the next guy is in my ass, I want to be thinking Matt was better.”

He laughed because only Emmy would use another man as motivation for him to get his ass in gear.

“You’re not supposed to talk about other people when we’re in bed together.”

“I thought that was only for exs. I’m talking about someone I haven’t met yet.” She was talking while she moved, and it was something that turned him on, as well as made him a bit melancholy.

“If you want your sexy ass rammed with cock, then you are about to be very happy. Rub your clit for me because I have a feast for my eyes, and I don’t want to miss a single thing.” He started a slow deep stride that she seemed to like very much, and with the first slap of her ass, she worked her hips back faster and faster.

“More. Matt, please.”

“How can I deny a request for more of my cock?”

Her hand was moving on her sex button fast and frantically, and he wanted to make sure she got her fulfillment before he got his. The slaps got louder and harder so that he could see his handprint on her ass.

“Ohhh,” he groaned. The sensation of his cock being squeezed, her pink ass with his handprint on it, and the knowledge that this was the last time any of this was going to happen made his orgasm feel like it was straight from heaven. He pounded into her ass while he squeezed her tits in his hands, pulling her nipples far from her body.

The noise she made didn’t even sound human. With his sweat cooling on his chest and the last of her quivering completed, he looked over at Emmy and saw the huge smile on her face.

“That’s how it’s fucking done, Matt.” She gave him a kiss and smiled at him like he lit the moon and all the stars.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

She slept like she was starting to live in wild abandon and he envied her freedom to do so. She was going to be going from place to place, trying to find herself and having a blast while doing it.

There was no way he was going to be able to sleep tonight, but he’d lay there for a good while until he had to go.

The morning came quickly, and Emmy was still asleep. Matt was torn between leaving without saying anything or waking her up to tell her that he’d enjoyed meeting her.

He decided that he’d leave a note. It wouldn’t be as personal as saying it out of his own mouth, but it was better than a text message or getting her all worked up so that she’d not be able to sleep.

It took a few minutes and several pieces of paper to say what it was he wanted to say in the way he wanted to say it, but it was done.

He went to the door and looked back at the bed. Her dark chestnut hair spread out on the pillows drew him like his very favorite attraction at the amusement park, but he had to go. It was for the both of them he was doing this, and he had to keep his mind on that.

Matt stared at the bed like she was going to wake up and he asked himself,
Is  that was what I want? Is that what would be best for the both of us?
When he answered
no,
he decided he was going to have to treat this like a Band-Aid and rip it off quickly.

One last look and he turned and closed the door behind him.

“Aloha,” he said to the closed door and then moved as fast as he could before he could change his mind and ask her for something ridiculous.

CHAPTER NINE

Emmy had the time of her life in Hawaii like she always knew she would, but as high as she’d been this week, she was now at the opposite end of the scale on the low side.

As soon as she woke up, she knew he was gone. Not just because his stuff wasn’t scattered around, but her room also felt empty. She had a few hours before she had to get on the shuttle to the airport, and she didn’t know what she’d do with that time.

It felt like there were tears that needed to be shed, but if she started, she didn’t feel like she’d ever stop. She’d be in the Philippians tonight, so she would wait until then. She spotted the letter on the table and looked at the sexy scrawl. She knew that it would be the thing to start off the good strong cry if she read it, but she couldn’t help it. She wanted to know what he’d said.

Dear Emmy,

It must have been fate that brought you, me, a cold coffee drink, and your list together the first day we met at the airport. I had lots of plans of what I wanted to do while I was here, but being with you was more fun than I ever imagined.

You’ve asked me several times how you can contact me, but with the way you live your life and the size of your heart I would be afraid you’d wait for me or something like that. You have waited for a lot of things in your life, but it is time for you to fly. I’ll be out of the military in a few years, and who knows, the way that fate likes to throw us together I don’t doubt that we’ll meet again.

You’ve talked often about your aunt and what you think she’d want you to do, and I want you to know that I think she’s very proud of you. It takes a lot of courage to do what you’re doing with no one with you and no one wanting you to do it. Focus on yourself and the things you want to get accomplished.

So I won’t say goodbye to you as we don’t quite seem finished, but I’ll say that I hope you enjoy your travels, have fun, get into some trouble, and know that you’ve given a war weary soldier a bit more to fight for. Always remember the trip to Hawaii.

Take care,

Matt

Emmy stood up from the table and turned from the paper. It was one she would keep forever if she could. Too bad it had a few tear drops on it. She wanted to dissect the letter word by word, as she tried to figure out what it meant, but she knew that he really wouldn’t want that. Plus, he was with the government, and they could find anyone—so maybe he was trying to say that.

When she saw herself in the mirror and noted the gray Navy shirt she was wearing, she fell on the bed in tears. It didn’t matter that she would look like a clown with her puffy eyes, or that she may make herself throw up because she was crying so hard. She wanted Matt back, and she wanted him back now.

Emmy cried and cried and cried some more—until she realized she was going to be late to the plane if she didn’t get up and get ready. It was agony. Each and every thing she touched or looked at or tried to put away reminded her of Matt. She decided that she was going to have to get over it, and at least for now, get her shit in gear.

With everything packed in a way that she knew it wouldn’t be all wrinkled when she landed, she went to check out and pay her bill.

The beautiful and happy woman at the desk made Emmy sick to look at, but it wasn’t her fault she was love sick.

“Miss Roth, we heard there was an altercation over at the restaurant last night and the management is very sorry for any inconvenience.  They have paid your hotel bill and hope that last night didn’t sour your taste for Hawaii. We hope you come back to visit us another time.

“Thank you very much.” Emmy couldn’t remember a time when people were so thoughtful, and the smile she had on her face was her first real one since she woke up alone.

“You are so very welcome. Is there anything else I can do for you while you’re here?”

“Do you have a salve for a broken heart?” Emmy didn’t even know why she said that. Maybe she was hoping the overly happy woman had a solution or some of the happy pills she must have been taking herself.

“I’m sorry, I don’t. If it’s about the big strong Mr. Perrier, I can say he looked just as smitten as you when you two walked around the resort. We all saw that.”

Emmy was shocked. Not by the woman’s words but because while she was with Matt she must have been in la la land. She would have sworn that this was the first time she’d ever seen this particular woman in the lobby or anywhere else. Love must be blind.

Love?

She wasn’t in love. She’d just met the man four days ago and now he was gone on his secret mission that he couldn’t tell anyone about. Maybe it was good that it ended when it did because if she was this wrapped up in him in such a short time what would happen if she were with him longer.
Is it my dependent personality?
She said she wanted to be independent, but here she was emotionally attaching to someone else with little or no effort.

This was just the first stop on my tour to find myself—so maybe I shouldn’t be so hard on myself
, she thought.

She thanked the lady again and was happy that she was in time for the shuttle to the airport. It didn’t look like they ran all the time, so she was excited to see one coming past her.

During the ride to the airport, she tried to talk herself out of being sad. She thought of all the reasons Matt was bad for her and that she didn’t need that kind of thing in her life, but by the time she got to where she was supposed to go with her boarding pass in hand and her bags checked, she decided that there was nothing worse than a liar—except for a liar who wasn’t even honest with herself.

She went into the plane when her row was called, and she settled into her isle row seat. The plane had all the seats packed and that didn’t make for a great ride but the trip wasn’t overly far so she could take it. She could take anything.

When all the seat were full and all the bags were put in the overhead compartments, the ding of the stewardess microphone went on. Emmy had seen things on the internet where the instructions came from a sassy or funny person, and she wanted to laugh or be entertained in some way so that she’d not cry. It was bad enough they were going over all this water in a plane. If she could just start this ride out with something that may be able to keep he occupied for the rest of the trip.

“Hello passengers. Welcome to flight number six eight seven four five, leaving Honolulu, Hawaii in route to Guam before heading out to the Philippians. This is a non-smoking flight—and anyone needing to smoke while the plane is in motion will be able to use the outer part of the wing. That was a joke people; nobody gets to smoke. While I have your attention, I’d like to tell you that we have a celebrity on the plane.”

Emmy could only see a portion of the woman who was talking, but she gave the lady points for keeping her attention, and she’d even tried for one joke. It may have been lame, but she tried.  She stretched to see the celebrity but still couldn’t see anything.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we have the one and only Lieutenant Commander Matt Perrier, a SEAL with the United States of America’s Navy, and ladies, I don’t see a ring on his finger.” She put down her talking device and motioned for him to get up, and Emmy was struck dumb.

The man she had thought had gone hours ago was still on the plane. She thought maybe this was the fate that he was talking about, and she stood up and waved to Matt.

The stewardess picked up the talking device. “It looks like we have a taker for the SEAL, but I was really just kidding. I’m taking him home for myself, but I’m sure there are others on the plane who’d like to meet a woman just like you.”  The laughing woman thought this was a joke, and it felt like one, too. However, she just knew if she could catch his eye, it would all be okay.

He stood up quickly and waved to everyone, but when his gaze landed on her, it sparked with recognition, but he continued to scan the crowd before sitting down in his seat. She knew he knew who she was, and he knew what they’d been through together. What she didn’t know—was what the hell was going on.

“Enjoy your flight.” The stewardess said with one final click on her microphone.

This flight was going to be memorable, but she wasn’t sure about enjoyable. The SEAL on the plane was going to have to answer some questions because Emmy needed some answers.

“Indeed, I will,” Emmy said to absolutely no one in particular.