SEALed with a Kiss

“I can see that. I mean, why?” Sometime after college she’d gotten past feeling flustered while standing bare-ass naked in front of a man. The way she saw it, if he didn’t like her rounded belly and B minus cup size, he could pull up his pants and go home.

But this staring thing of Riley’s had her feeling disconcerted. “Riley?” she asked, her voice unsure.

His gaze slammed into hers, and she gasped. Pure hunger was there for her to see. To savor.

He swallowed. “Since I was deployed it’s been … months and months of nothing but men. I want to study you, Rachel.”

He leaned closer. “Smell your hair.”

His fingers slid down the side of her breast. “Touch your soft, soft skin.”

Her eyelids fluttered as his mouth captured her nipple.

“Taste you,” he murmured against her lips.

Rachel wanted it, too. Had she ever wanted a man this much? His gentle words alone were all the seduction she needed.

He made an impatient sound. “Hell, I’m probably not explaining this right.”

Shaking her head, she gave his arm a reassuring squeeze. “No, it’s all right. I think I understand.” And it was hot. He was making her hotter for him. If such a thing were actually possible.

He softly caressed her lips with his. The gentle friction caused her toes to curl. “But I need you to just stand there. If you touch me or kiss me back, I’ll have to take things fast,” he warned her, his breath warm against her cheek.

Riley’s hand was between her thighs now. She took a tiny step, opening herself to him, inviting him to explore the most intimate part of her body. Rachel sucked in a breath at that first almost hesitant brush of the curls between her legs. She kicked off her shoe and ran her toes up his calf and higher, frustrated by the material separating him from her.

His hand dropped, and he met her gaze once more. “Can you do that, Rachel? Be still while I take you in?”

Now it was her time to swallow. Apparently even the meager touch of her foot against his pant leg was too much. Heady. Rachel had a hard time finding the words, so she nodded. Have some gorgeous, sexy man explore her body … how could that be a hardship?

But what Riley was doing felt more like savoring. Relishing. He breathed her in. Tasted her with his lips. His tongue. He licked her breasts. Circled the tip of each with his tongue until it became a fine point of need. Her skin grew warm, craving another run of his hands on her arm, her hips. Her thighs.

“You are so beautiful,” he groaned against her neck. And she felt it. He made her feel powerful and desirable.

When his fingers delved between her legs, finding where she was hot and wet for him, her knees grew shaky.

“Come to my bedroom,” he said.

Again she nodded. He bent and lifted her into his strong arms. It was like something out of a movie, and she had no plans to remain a passive viewer anymore. Rachel gripped Riley’s head and brought his lips down to hers. He stopped, leaned against the wall when her tongue touched his.

“I’m going to drop you if you keep that up,” he warned.

“No you won’t,” she said, and brought her lips back to his.

He shoved off the wall with his shoulder and walked down the hall to his bedroom. He dropped her in the center of the bed, reaching for her immediately.

Rachel waved him off. “No, I want you naked.”

“I can do that while I’m kissing you.”

She shook her head. “I want to watch. It’s my turn to look at you.” To emphasize her point, she scooted to the pillows, crossing her arms beneath her head as if she was ready for a show. And she was.

With his gaze never leaving hers, Riley reached for the buttons of his shirt. A woman didn’t grow up along the beach and not see plenty of nearly nude male flesh, but Riley was in a class of his own. A man might look great in a uniform, but once those dress whites were off … not so great.

Riley’s uniform hid an amazing body. He was a large man, but not bulky. Lean, his arms and legs roped with finely honed muscle. Skin she wanted to explore. Taste.

Show over.

Rachel scrambled to her knees, bringing her eye-to-

eye with Riley. She ran her hands over the broadness of his shoulders. She wanted to see what her touch did to him. Watching his eyes darken, she stroked the tightness of his biceps, the flatness of his abs. She ran her fingers through the hair on his chest, loving the feel of him. Rachel rested her hands on the waistband of his boxer briefs.

When he was completely naked, she lowered her

gaze.

His penis sprang up, hard and ready for her hands. She gently stroked the tip of him with her thumb. Riley’s eyes closed and he groaned at her touch. Rachel smiled, loving what she was doing to him. She caressed him again, then tenderly gripped his shaft, moved down, then back again to the tip.

He wrapped a hand around hers. “No more. I’m in a bad way for you, Rachel, and I don’t want to come like this.” He tugged her resisting fingers from his cock. Riley reached for a drawer of his bedside table, pulling out a condom.

Finally.

Meeting her eyes once more, Riley reached for her thighs. He roughly dragged her to him. She needed this, needed him. She balanced on the edge of the mattress, and he stepped between the circle of her legs. Riley began to probe her with the tip of him. “Are you ready?” he asked, his voice tight, the muscles of his neck strained.

Hell, she’d been ready an hour ago. Rachel’s back hit the comforter, and she hooked her legs behind his back.

He plunged inside her.

Rachel almost came right then, the feel of him inside her, filling her … amazing. He gripped her hips, thrusting hard.

She rushed to meet him, her concentration solely on the man bringing her so much pleasure. Rachel bucked as his fingers rubbed her clit. “Now, Riley. Faster.”

He drove into her, his movements quick, his body strained. Rachel’s skin heated, and her breasts turned achy. Warmth built and built inside her. Riley touched just the right spot—inside and out—and she exploded. Waves of pleasure crested through her.

Riley reached for her hips again, steadying her and thrust into her welcoming body. He tensed, his pushing becoming chaotic, until he moaned deep from his chest. “Rachel,” he said as he slumped against her, his head at her breasts.

She closed her eyes for a moment. Enjoying the weight of a man on her body. Of him. Of Riley. The sound of their harsh breathing filled the small bedroom. Slowly her heartbeat returned to normal.

Surely some sort of self-recrimination should hit her now. She braced for it.

But nothing happened.

No worries, no rebuke. In fact, Rachel felt great. She stretched her arms above her, loving the languid laziness assailing her.

Riley lifted his head, his gray eyes meeting hers. “Ready for more?” he asked.

“So soon?”

He smiled. “I have nine months to make up for.”