Page 3 of Resurgent
He plants a soft kiss in that secret hollow just behind my ear, his lips branding me with their heat before making their way down the column of my neck. He takes his time, lingering at my collarbone before moving lower with each sweet kiss. I shiver deliciously as he reaches the swell of my breast. What exactly does he want to taste?
Cupping my breast in his hand, he traces a slow and lazy circle around my areola with his tongue. Justwhen I think I’m going to die of torturous anticipation, his mouth closes over the tight, needy point.He sucks it erotically and I arch up to meet him. I never knew a man’s mouth could feel this good, so warm and wet and silky.
The scruff of his beard rubs deliciously against my sensitive skin, somehow heightening every sensation. His teeth fasten around the tip lightly. Biting down on it ever so gently, he gives it a little tug with his teeth, and a moan of pleasure escapes my lips. He bites down a little harder and I gasp, trying to wriggle away. It doesn’t hurt exactly, but I’m suddenly aware of just how strong he is, and just how compromising my position is.
He releases my nipple, which is now a hard, little nub, but he doesn’t loosen his grip on me.
“Shh. Don’t move.” It’s an unmistakable command, the kind that carries the weight of a Navy SEAL commander used to being obeyed, but there’s a look of intensity mixed with dark promise in his eyes that has me wanting to provoke him just to see it again. I wiggle with exaggeration.
He laughs, and warmth floods me. “You like that?”
“God, yes.” His teeth bite into the tender flesh again, a little harder this time, as if he’s testing my limits. I suddenly worry I’ve gotten myself into more than I bargained for. “I mean—no. I don’t know.” How am I supposed to think straight when his lips are firmly wrapped around my nipple, tugging on it gently until he releases it with a little pop, leaving the oh-so-sensitive tip stiff and perky and rosy with arousal.
“Make up your mind.” There’s that hint of teasing in his voice that has me grinning despite the overwhelming need slowly building into an inferno.
With his fingers plucking my left nipple deftly, his mouth closes over the right one, sucking and nibbling gently, slowly increasing the pressure as he gauges my arousal.
“Breathe, sweetheart.” I can hear the smile in his voice, and I slowly release the breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. Growing up, whenever I’d hear my parents argue, I’d hold my breath, waiting for the inevitable sound of things breaking and my mom’s tears. But this…this is something different. It’s the first time I’ve held my breath waiting for something good to happen. He nips sharply, and I yelp, but white-hot heat streaks straight to my core like lightning.
“Oh fuck. That’s the best sound I’ve ever heard.”
With a growl, he releases my hands and my breasts and cups my bottom, hauling me up off my feet and against his chest, so I’m sandwiched between his hard body and the tree. He’s holding me so tightly, I can feel the thump of his heartbeat, and for the first time in my entire life, I feel safe, although God knows why. If danger had a name and a face, it would be Liam Prescott with that sexy devilish grin of his. I barely know him. Maybe it’s because he’s a Navy SEAL—the strongest of the strong and the best of the best, bound to protect. Or, a voice in my head whispers, maybe it’s that deep and visceral connection I feel with him, like I belong to him, and him to me.
What the hell is wrong with me? My hormones are clearly making me deranged. But tonight, I’m like Scarlett O’Hara. I’ll think about it tomorrow.
I snuggle into him as I wrap my arms around his neck. I can feel his cock—thick and hard—pressing against my pubic bone, and I know he wants me as badly as I want him. I’m not used to having this effect on men, especially men like Liam. Feeling a sense of power mixed with a touch of mischievousness that is undoubtedly increased by the ratio of tequila in my blood, I bend my head and niphiserect nipple with my teeth.
He yelps with surprise, then laughs, a sexy deep bellow that only makes me want him more.
“Sweetheart, there’s no way we’re making it back to the house before I make love to you.”
My heart thuds erratically. “What makes you think I’m going to let you make love to me?” I counter.
“Because you need someone to take away that control you hold on to so tightly.”
“I most certainly don’t.”
“Afraid you’ll lose it for good and the world will spiral out of control without you holding on to it so tightly?”
“Of course not.” But that’s exactly what I’m afraid of.
He kisses the corner of my mouth.
“Then what’s the harm? I leave for Afghanistan next week. Give me something to remember.”
There’s that engaging, impish grin of his again—he knows as well as I do it’s a line as old as time—and I can’t help but smile back. But I don’t want to say no. His teeth gently tug at my earlobe, and it’s my undoing. I’m just drunk enough to think this is a good idea. I have a ten-year plan, and a man isn’t on it. And certainly not a man like Liam. But maybe that’s what makes him, and tonight, perfect. I’m a continent away from home and my real life and responsibilities. Maybe it’s time I threw caution to the wind and had a little fun.
“Okay. Just this once.”
