She clears her throat. “Though your muscles are so hot and tempting. I’d never downplay those. It’d be criminal.” Smirking, she walks me backward across the room to my bed. “I’m having sex with you because I know that our foundation is strong. You’re strong enough to hold up a woman who can hold herself. The things that are important to you, are important to me. Maybe you noticed me because you were asked to, but I see the way you look at me and no one has ever looked at me with so much truth.” I’m stunned silent. She pushes me back on my bed. Her eyes widen as she takes me in, and my dick is ramrod hard. “Some things seem impossible until they’re finished. Most things in my life have been that way and you’re no exception. It’s finished, Luke Hart. I’m yours forever.”
My heart is in a jagged rhythm, out of sync with my brain for the first time ever. Overwhelming isn’t an adjective I’d use to describe much in my world, but she’s overwhelming. I take her face in my hand. There’s a vulnerability in her eyes that wasn’t there moments before. I want to taste it. Bathe in it. Wrap it around my body until I’m suffocated by this feeling right now. “You don’t know how happy it makes me to hear you say that.”
“I wanted to get the emotional stuff out of the way.” She swallows hard and her brown hair cascades over one shoulder as she takes it down. “Because the thing with loving you is wanting to fuck you every second of the day.”
I lose my breath. “Noted. And if I can add without agitating you by holding things up.” I slide my hands down from her head to her shoulders and trail my fingers down her arms. “That the feeling is reciprocated. On all counts. Especially on the part about loving you unreasonably, and also wanting to bang you anytime I see you. It’s more than every second of the day though because I think about it even when you aren’t around. In that regard, I win.” Reaching to my nightstand, I pull out a condom, tear the foil with my teeth and roll it on.
Aara watches with wide eyes as I adjust it, her hands trembling on my shoulders as she stands between my legs. “Are you trying to start a fight with me right now? This isn’t a competition.”
Bringing my hand to her core, I sink my fingers into her warm flesh. “What? Doesn’t everyone get things rolling with the Macarena?” I clear my throat. It’s hard to keep a sense of humor when my fingers are where my dick should be and all I can think about is how different this feels than anything that’s come before it.
She moans a small cry as her fingers dig into my traps. “I will do whatever you say.”
I’d never admit how much power that gives me. How I’ve longed to have her at my mercy. Not just because I want her. Because I know she doesn’t offer herself to just anyone. This isn’t a club chick fuck because I have pent up sexual rage.
“Whatever I say?” My voice cracks on the last word. Licking the fingers that were just inside her, I lock my gaze with hers. “Ride it.”
Her smile pulls to one side. “Funny, that’s what I wanted anyway.”
I shake my head once. “Don’t ruin my buzzkill and get on.”
Scrambling back to the headboard, her lips on mine, my dick literally a barrier preventing her body against mine, my breathing is ragged. The other barrier, a truth I have to keep keeps edging to the forefront of my mind, but I beat it back. I hook my arms behind my head to relinquish control.
I watch with wide eyes as she straddles me and lowers herself onto my dick slowly. Inch by inch, the tight heat envelops me. Resting her hands on my chest, she works her hips up and down, her back arching and flexing in an erotic dance. It only takes a minute of viewing and not touching for me to abandon that idea. When I put my hands on her hips and force her all the way down, the sigh she lets out almost makes me nut on the spot.
“Stay put for a second,” I say in between heavy, emotion-filled breaths. “I’m all for record-breaking times but not in the bedroom.”
Her lashes lower as she tilts her head to the side and fixes her grip from my chest to my abs. Aara tries to lift herself off my body to gain momentum, but I don’t let her. Not yet. “I thought you were going to do what I say,” I growl.
The dewy perspiration on her tits glistens in the low light streaming through the open curtains. “I’m almost there, though. Let me come.”
I can hardly deny her that. Fuck, if I can deny her anything. I roll her pink nipples between my fingers and watch as her tongue darts across her bottom lip. Her cunt tightens around me and I inhale sharply. Her mouth needs to be on mine right now. Holding her hips, I turn us so she’s pinned against the bed with me still seated between her hips, dick still touching her womb. Not only does she relish in the power exchange, she comes the first time I thrust into her. Arms wrapped around my neck and legs hooked behind my back, I continue hammering into her as her aggressive lips slide against mine. Her floral honey scent mingles with my sweat and that paired with her pussy clenching me tightly, sends me off.
A smart man would pull out right now. Even with a condom. Aara renders me stupefied and I sink into her as far as I can just at my release. I collapse on top of her, holding my weight on my elbows. Breaths cut the silence as we tread back to reality.
“I knew it would be good. I didn’t know it would be that good,” she says, dragging her lips across my chin.
Raising up, I look into her face and realize this is what it’s like. I kiss her lips without closing my eyes. “I love you, Aara.”
“Love you, Hart.” She wiggles out from underneath me and I get up to dispose of the condom in the bathroom. I catch sight of her naked body when I exit and lose my breath.
Things are expected of you when you’re born into the Teams. They might not say it outright, or maybe it’s a casual joke in passing, but I’ve always felt the nudge in the direction to serve. My dad, Maverick Hart, is a textbook definition of a Navy SEAL. He is honor-bound and faithful to his band of brothers. His personality is gregarious, jovial, and only marred by invisible scars that those closest can see.
Stone. The word tattooed across his back might seem innocuous to outsiders. Perhaps they think he’s calling himself tough. Rock hard, just like a stone. When in actuality the word represents his greatest weakness and the one, haunting memory that brings him to his knees. A lost friend. A lost best and lifelong friend. A man who died in the line of duty protecting my dad’s life. To this day, he never misses an opportunity to tell me a story about Stone, and for that, I’m grateful.
To have the opportunity to be a SEAL like Maverick and Stone is something I’ve been waiting for since I was old enough to understand what serving my country meant. To have a relationship as tight-knit as those two, isn’t anything I ever dreamed of. Yet, here I am, staring into the eyes of Aarabelle Dempsey, the first female Navy SEAL, wondering if it’s humanly possible to love another person this much. She’s my teammate first, but now she’s so much more.
I would die for her in a second.
I would live for her if I had to.
Our love is forbidden, yet neither of us care. Aarabelle isn’t a tattoo across my back, she’s forged by fire in my soul. Navy SEALs risk many things in their lifetime, but for this woman, and her heart, I will risk everything.
