Page 98 of Seal of Honor
“It is. The guys’ll hate every second of it, but it will make them stronger as individuals and a team.”
She poked his side with her index finger. “So why aren’t you there with them?”
“Been there, done that, got the T-shirt, and sure as hell don’t wanna do it again.”
“Says the oh great and fearless leader.”
He made a noncommittal sound and nuzzled her thigh again, kissing her through the skirt of her dress. “Besides, I have other things to do.”
“Hm.” She couldn’t wait to hear this. “Like?”
“Like comb through the flood of resumes I’ve gotten for new guys, figure out an easy-to-remember name for the team—I’m not going with HORNET—and set up an international office.”
“Oh.” Didn’t that just deflate her bubble? She’d thought for sure he was thinking more along the lines of taking her to bed for the next, oh, fifty years. “Well. I like HORNET.”
He lifted his head to give her a dark scowl. “You would.”
She bopped his forehead with her palm, intending to shove him back into the water, but with his arms still wrapped around her, the jerk dragged her in with him. She broke the surface, sputtering, cursing him in English and Spanish. He laughed, and the man who didn’t know how to cut loose yanked her under again.
Having not taken a decent breath before going under, she struggled to get to the surface, but he held her tight, and his mouth covered hers. He gave her his air, then licked the inside of her mouth, igniting sparks of pleasure in her belly.
They broke the surface, and she gasped, clinging to him, her legs around his waist. He was fully erect, probing against her entrance.
“Gabe,” she breathed, her voice laced with need. His lips descended on hers in a powerful, possessive kiss that made her toes curl. The water around them seemed to boil with the heat he generated, and she felt a dizzying rush of desire. She pulled her underwear to the side, wiggled her hips and?—
Oh, yes.
He filled her up, thrusting deeply into her, fierce and possessive. The heat of him, the power of him overwhelmed her senses and she clung tighter, nails digging into his muscular back.
Gabe walked them toward shore, careful not to break the contact of their mouths or bodies, and each step pushed him deeper, deeper, deeper, hitting a spot inside her that made her see stars.
He dropped to his knees in the surf, and his body slid from hers as he laid her down in the shallow water. She missed the fullness of him inside her, but he was quick to remedy that. The skirt of her dress floated out around them in a pale yellow cloud as he scooped his hands under her hips and ripped off her panties. He tossed them aside into the sand, a wild look in his eyes as he regarded her stripped beneath him. Her body tingled with anticipation as he wrapped a hand around his thick cock and guided it back into her. He hooked one of her legs over his shoulder and angled himself just so, hitting yet another sweet spot which made her cry out in pleasure.
She clung to him as he claimed her again and again, the waves lapping around them, their wet bodies moving in a rhythm as old as the sea itself—a rhythm that was achingly slow at first, then gradually more frantic. His muscles strained under her hands, and his eyes were bright with desire.
Every hard thrust, every gasping breath he took, made her desperate for more, for all of him. She felt his body tense, saw the vein on his neck pulse more prominently, and knew he was close.
He slowed and stopped moving altogether, his breath sawing from his lungs. She could feel him pulsing inside her with the need to release, but he still held himself back. She was so close to edge herself, all her nerve-endings tingling, her sex throbbing around him, making her whimper with need.
“No, don’t stop.” Desperate, she bit his bottom lip, drawing a moan from him. Her hands slid lower to cup his muscular butt, urging him to move.
When he still resisted, she resorted to pleading. “Please. Gabe. Please...”
“Shh, I just want to look at you.” He cradled her face in his palm, his thumb tracing her lips before sliding down to tease her nipple through the wet fabric of her dress. Her body bowed at the delicious pressure and his cock hit that spot inside her again that made her gasp.
She needed to be fully naked. She needed to feel every inch of his skin against every inch of hers. With a quick, impatient jerk, she tugged at the thin straps of her dress, pulling it down to reveal her bare breasts to him. His eyes darkened, his gaze devouring the sight of her. He cupped her breasts, thumbs rasping over the already-hard peaks.
The way he looked at her, as though she were the most precious thing in the world to him, made every fear she harbored about him leaving again evaporate like a mist in the sun. He was here, with her, loving her as though his life depended on it.
“I’ve missed you,” he murmured, the words resonating deep in her soul. His gaze locked onto hers, and in that moment, she saw everything he felt for her laid bare. “I’m so fucking in love with you, Audrey. Have been practically since minute one.”
Emotion rose in her throat, choking off her breath. She had fantasized about hearing those words from Gabe’s lips more times than she could count. But reality was so much better than any dream. It was overwhelming and humbling to be the recipient of such raw, unfiltered emotion.
She reached up to run her fingers through his cropped hair, tugging him down so that their lips met again. “I love you, too. Now move.” She tightened her legs around him, digging her heels into his ass, and he groaned against her mouth.
“Yes, ma’am. You feel…so…fucking…good.” A slow thrust punctuated each word.
There was no hurry in his movements. He made love to her slowly and deliberately, savoring every moment, every touch, every gasp he wrung from her lips. He knew exactly how to touch her to make her writhe beneath him, to turn her into a whimpering mess of need.
