HOT SEAL Lover (HOT SEAL Team - Book 2) (16 page)

G
oddamn
, he was tired. But he was also aching to see Christina. Remy grabbed his bag from the overhead compartment and strode off the plane first since he was sitting in the exit row. He’d flown commercial back to the States because sometimes HOT went that way after a mission. The squads weren’t tied to military transport when out of the hot zone, which meant they could often get where they were going a lot faster on Delta or American or whoever had a plane going back to DC at that moment.

It was later than he wanted it to be, but that’s because he’d been routed through JFK on his way back instead of straight to BWI or Dulles. He strode up the gateway and through the door into the airport. He had to wait at baggage claim for his duffel, but then he was on his way, calling an Uber that greeted him at the curb.

He dozed a bit in the car, but he never fully slept. He was aware of every turn the driver took. When he reached Christina’s street, he had the guy drop him at the corner. It was a habit not to let someone take him to his precise destination. He’d have to walk a block or so, but that was a cakewalk compared to the kind of hikes he normally took on the job.

Hikes involving sixty pounds of equipment and weaponry through enemy territory while being fired upon. Yeah, a block carrying a duffel and a backpack was nothing.

He slowed as he rounded the corner near Christina’s house. It was a cute cottage on a quiet street. The house was gray with black shutters and a red door, and the porch light was on. Inside, as he well knew, it was frilly and girly, a feminine palace fit for a lady like Christina.

A lady who made him harder than marble with a single hot look and then fucked him with abandon until he exploded in a hot rush. Jesus, what a quickie that had been back in the safe house. Hot and perfect, just like her.

He’d been aching to see her for days, but there had been things to do in Qu’rim, and then there’d been a quick mission into neighboring Acamar to retrieve a couple of military contractors who’d gotten themselves snagged by a militant group. Thankfully that militant group hadn’t been the Freedom Force. If it had been, the mission would have been a lot longer and more complicated.

He had no idea if she’d even be at home. He could have called her, but no matter what she’d said back in Qu’rim, she had a reputation of not answering her phone and then running away from him. He wasn’t going to give her that chance.

Nope, best to show up and see what happened.

He continued down the street, slowing when a man got out of a silver Mercedes that sat under a streetlamp directly across from Christina’s. The man was dressed in a suit and tie, and he seemed to stare at her house. A lamp burned in the living room, and a shadow crossed over the curtain. A flash of heat rolled through him then. She hadn’t left—though if she’d let him in was another story.

Remy waited instinctively to see what the other man would do. He was probably someone who lived nearby, but the habits Remy had gained as a SEAL meant he took nothing for granted. The man stood there for another minute or so, fooling with his phone. He wasn’t doing anything harmful, even if he did appear to be loitering. But he was loitering in front of a two-story house that could very well be his own.

Remy decided he was finished waiting. He continued down the sidewalk and then turned and went up the steps to Christina’s house. He turned to look across the street and check where the man was. But he wasn’t there, though the car still sat where he’d left it. Apparently he’d finished whatever he’d been doing and gone inside.

Remy took a deep breath and punched the doorbell. He heard her moving inside, though she was light and barely made a sound. She flipped on the porch light, and then she must have put her eye to the peephole because he heard a gasp.

A second later, the door swung open and Christina stood there looking like a dream come true. She wore yoga pants and a sweatshirt that said Army on it. No doubt a gift from her brother. Remy made a note to buy her one that said Navy.

“Hey,
cher
,” he said softly.

She launched herself at him. He caught her, lifting her up to hold her as her legs wrapped around his waist and her mouth fused to his. He backed her against the doorjamb, kissing her with all the pent-up sexual heat and frustration that had been hammering through him for the past few days.

Hell, the past few months, because that brief taste he’d gotten of her in Qu’rim hadn’t been nearly enough.

Their tongues caught, tangled, their mouths claiming and branding and worshipping. Remy held her tight, his hands under her ass, his duffel at his feet. He didn’t want to put her down for a minute, not until he was deep inside her, but that wasn’t happening out on her porch.

“Your neighbors are gonna call the cops, baby,” he growled in her ear. “Because I’m going to strip you naked and bury myself inside you in about five seconds. Which means you got four seconds to move this party.”

* * *

H
e was right
, of course, though she didn’t want to let him go. A car door slammed just then, as if reminding them they had an audience. Christina unhooked her legs from his waist and he let her go, but not before sliding her down his body. She couldn’t miss the particularly hard bulge below his belt, and her body trembled with the knowledge she would soon get to be up close and personal with that bulge.

She stepped back while he grabbed his duffel and backpack. Her eyes scanned the street out front. A car pulled away from the curb and she stiffened for a moment, unable to tell what it was in the dark other than a light-colored sedan. Was it a Mercedes? Or some other car? Not that other people couldn’t have a Mercedes too, but the memory of Ben standing on her porch and glaring at her was too fresh. Would he come back? Would he try again, or had he really taken no for an answer?

She didn’t have any more time to think about Ben though, because in the next instant, her door slammed shut and then Remy was tugging her into his arms again. He was so big and strong, and she loved how he enveloped her when he hugged her.

“Not kidding about that five-second thing,
cher
. Unless you have a different plan, or you’re really not on board with this.”

“Not on board? Are you kidding me? I jumped on you when I opened the door.”

“And you can keep jumping, baby. But not until I’ve had what I want…”

In one smooth move, he lifted the sweatshirt she’d changed into when she got home over her head. Then he unhooked her bra and her breasts spilled free. Well, as much as beestings could spill, she supposed.

It made no sense but she felt suddenly shy. She wanted to put her hands over her breasts, but the way he gazed at them made her think maybe he didn’t mind so much that she didn’t have a lot to play with in that department.

His fingers went to the waistband of her yoga pants. He shoved those down along with her panties, and then she was standing naked before him, her skin breaking out in goose bumps. Not because she was cold though.

She definitely wasn’t cold even though her nipples made it appear otherwise.

“Beautiful.” Remy dropped to his knees and spanned her waist with his hands before pulling her forward and sucking one tight nipple into his mouth.

Christina gasped as he tugged. Pleasure so good it hurt spiked from her nipple to her pussy. As if he knew it, he pushed her legs apart so she was standing with her thighs open.

Then he skimmed his fingers down into her wetness, and she gripped his hair, her fingers tightening in the silky locks. He would have to get it cut soon, she knew that, but oh she loved his hair like this. Slightly wild and untamable, like him.

“Remy,” she gasped as his fingers skimmed upward again. It was such a light touch, but she craved more.

He sucked her other nipple into his mouth, giving it equal attention. Then he lightly pinched her clit between his thumb and forefinger, and she thought she might come unglued.

He laughed, the evil man.

And then he did something she did not expect. He picked up her left leg and threw it over his shoulder. Then he blazed a hot trail down her abdomen with his mouth. Just when she thought he was going to lick her, he leaned back and parted her with his fingers.

“So wet,” he said, looking at the petals of her sex. And, holy cow, she was. Almost embarrassingly so. “Wonder if you taste as good as you look?” he murmured.

And then he gripped her hips and pulled her to him, his tongue sliding into her heat and making her moan.

“Yes,” he said, “you definitely do.”

Before she could find her equilibrium, he sucked her clit into his mouth and started to fuck her with two fingers. Her knees went weak as he flicked his tongue back and forth over her clit. He was too good at this to let her explode, however.

He kept her on the edge, licking and sucking at just the right moments and then backing away and blowing cool air on her when she was ready to come.

“Did you miss me?” he asked, and she blinked.

“Are you doing this to torture me?”

He ran his fingers between her folds again, spreading her wide. His chin glistened with her wetness, and her knees nearly buckled as he gazed up at her, his eyes hot and possessive.
Mine
.
He’s mine.

“You could have had this in your life for months,
cher
. Months of me eating your pussy and making you scream. Yeah, I’m torturing you.”

And then he licked her again, his tongue lashing against her clit with perfect rhythm. As her climax built inside her, she threw her head back and rocked her hips against him, riding his face, seeking out all the good stuff that was hers for the taking.

“Don’t stop, dammit,” she cried when she was close. “Don’t you dare stop!”

He didn’t. He flicked his tongue against her again and again, his face buried between her legs, her body tightening like a spring until the moment when the tension broke and she cried out in a rough voice, begging him to keep going until the moment when it all became too much, when her body was too sensitive and she thought another touch might make her scream.

He didn’t stop, however. Or not for long. He surged up and lifted her until she had her arms wrapped around him and her legs around his waist. Then he turned her until her bare back was against the wall.

“Damn, Christina, that was fucking hot,” he said, holding her against the wall with his body while he fumbled with his belt. “I can’t wait another minute.”

Her body was like rubber, but she managed to hold on while he freed himself. Then he put his hands under her ass and held her while he surged upward into her body, his hard cock stretching and filling her to the brim.

“Remy,” she cried.

“Sorry,” he muttered. “Shit, I’m sorry.”

“No, please.” She swallowed. “More. Give me more.”

He held her hard and withdrew from her body before slamming in again, sinking even deeper this time, until they both groaned from the contact.

“Holy shit, you are so fucking perfect,” he said. “So hot and gorgeous.”

“I love your cock, Remy,” she said, feeling bold and hot and ready to be wild with him. Ready to let herself go and do all the things she’d never been brave enough to do.

“My cock loves you too, baby,” he said, dragging it out and slamming it into her again and again.

The head of his massive cock tugged at her walls as he withdrew and bumped up against all her pleasure zones as he sank into her again. She was stretched wide and loving the feeling of being pinned to a wall and fucked by this gorgeous man.

He pushed harder into her, grinding her down on the root of his penis each time, hitting the pleasurable knot of nerves at the base of her clitoris with every stroke. The wall at her back was solid, but the man at her front was solid too. Warm and hard and so strong it amazed her.

He wasn’t tiring from holding her up, wasn’t tiring from using his legs to surge and withdraw again and again.

Sweat broke out on her body, and her heart hammered in her chest. Remy’s mouth was on her throat as she tipped her head back and turned it to give him better access.

Just then, she spotted herself in the entryway mirror. And, oh God, how fantastic they looked.

She was utterly naked, wrapped around Remy, and his pants were around his knees. He was still mostly clothed. He was in such control of his movements. His arms corded with muscle as he held her, his hands spreading wide under her ass, his hips pistoning with precision.

He knew what he was doing. This was no uncontrolled coupling. This was precision movement designed to elicit the most pleasure from her body.

She watched in fascination as he fucked her against the wall. It only heightened the pleasure, and she found herself panting and urging him on in terms she’d never used in her life.

He stilled only a moment—and then his eyes met hers in the mirror and a slow smile spread across his face.

“You like to watch the action, baby? Turn you on?”

“Yes… yessss.”

He pulled her away from the wall and held her up, putting a little bit of distance between them before he brought her back down on his cock.