Strong Silent SEAL (SEALs of Coronado Book 2) (9 page)

He bent his head to kiss her. “See you in half an hour.”

Luckily traffic wasn’t too insane so he made it to his apartment in record time. Ditching his uniform, he changed into swim trunks and a T-shirt then stuffed jeans and a button-down in a weekender.

By the time he got to Felicia’s condo, she’d changed out of the long skirt and blouse she’d had on into a pair of cut-off shorts and a tank top. Logan had been hoping for something skimpy and/or see-through, so he was a little bummed by her choice of clothing. Not that she didn’t look spectacular. The cutoffs showed plenty of sexy leg, and her top was thin enough to hint at the curves underneath. He kept his disappointment in check, figuring she’d strip down a little more when they actually hit the sand.

His patience was rewarded. After getting to the same beach where they’d gone for a moonlit stroll the other night and they had spread out their towels, Logan had the immense pleasure of watching Felicia strip off her tank top to expose a red bikini top working overtime to contain some amazing curves. Then, just when he thought it couldn’t get any better, she undid the snap on her cut-off jeans and started to do that shimmy thing all women were somehow genetically gifted with. His damn jaw nearly thumped onto the sand as she shoved her shorts over her hips and granted him a vision of the tiny bikini bottoms designed to match the top and melt his soul at the same time.

Oh God, he was in heaven. Felicia wasn’t simply hot. She was frigging incendiary!

Thankfully, she didn’t notice him staring. Okay, maybe she did. It was kind of hard to miss. But at least she didn’t call him on it. She simply took her time putting her shorts and top in her tote bag, letting him having his fun.

After she finished, she turned back to him with a smile. “Mind putting this on for me?” she asked, handing him a bottle of sunscreen.

He grinned. “My pleasure.”

Logan tried to be good and keep his hands to the appropriate places, but if they wandered down to rub lotion on those parts of her ass cheeks left exposed by her suit, it was only because he wanted to make sure she was adequately protected from the sun.

That was his story, and he was sticking to it.

Felicia didn’t seem to mind, if the amount of amount of time she spent massaging lotion into his back and shoulders was any indication. He couldn’t help noticing she let her hands slip down to get those few spots he’d missed along his abs. Yeah, right. She was so busted.

By the time they lay back on their respective towels, Logan was already overheated, and it had nothing to do with the sun. Seeing Felicia lying there on a towel beside him, her sexy body glistening in the sun, was enough to get him going all by itself. It was damn tough not letting his mind wander to other places. Within moments, he was sporting a nice hard-on in his trunks. He was relatively sure Felicia noticed, but once again, she didn’t seem to mind. If anything, she was blatantly ogling him—and she wasn’t apologizing for it.

He reached for one of the bottles of water they’d brought with them and took a swig. “So what’s going on with the sunrise wedding?”

Felicia leaned back on her elbows with a groan. “The bride is driving us crazy. Now she wants to have the reception on the beach as well as the ceremony. Oh, and she wants mimosas served before and after the ceremony—at six o’clock in the morning.”

Logan chuckled. “Seriously?”

“Uh-huh. We’re still trying to figure out if it’s legal to serve alcohol so early in the morning in San Diego.” She sighed. “The bride isn’t interested in hearing that. She wants Heather and me to make it happen.”

“Is she your typical bride?” he asked.

“Not really.” Felicia admitted. “Most of them aren’t nearly this high-maintenance. But I’d rather put up with a hundred bridezillas like her than try to figure out what’s going on with my sister at the moment.”

He frowned. “What’s up with Stef?”

“I’m worried she’s more upset about the kidnapping than she’s letting on, but when I ask her about it, she won’t talk to me.”

“Are you worried she might have PTSD?” he asked.

He’d seen more than his fair share of military personnel have to deal with the trauma that came from being in life and death situations. Being held hostage like Stef had been could shake anyone.

“Maybe.” Felicia sighed. “I wish I could get her to talk to me about it.”

“She might not be able to talk to you about it. Not because she doesn’t feel she can confide in you, but because sometimes it’s easier to talk to someone who isn’t as close to the situation as you are.” Logan regarded her thoughtfully. “What about you?”

“What about me?”

He ran a finger down her arm. “You got kidnapped, too.”

She considered that. “I won’t deny it freaked me out. And sometimes, I find myself thinking about it when my mind starts wandering. I’m more aware of who’s around me when I walk to my car now, that’s for sure. But I’m okay.”

That was good to know. It still didn’t stop him from wanting to kill that asshole Illarion Volkov for what he did to Felicia and her sister.

Logan leaned in and kissed her gently. “If you need someone to talk to, I’m here, okay?”

Felicia nodded. “Thanks.”

“You feel like checking out that restaurant now?” he asked.

She smiled. “Sounds good.”

Despite covering up all that magnificent skin, Logan had to admit watching Felicia get dressed was almost as sexy as watching her undress. Almost, but not quite, he thought as they walked back to her condo.

As she headed toward her bedroom, her beautiful ass swaying back and forth, Logan almost groaned.

“You need help getting all that sunscreen off?” he asked, trying to sound casual.

Felicia stopped mid-step and threw a heated glance over her shoulder. “I could use a hand, if you’re offering.”

He grinned. “I’m all about being helpful.”

Chapter Eight

L
OGAN SUSPECTED FELICIA’S bedroom was as beautiful as the rest of the house, but he was too busy following her into the adjoining bathroom to pay much attention to the décor.

Felicia turned on the water then gave him a repeat performance of the sexy strip show she’d put on for him at the beach, slowly taking off her top and wiggling out of her cutoffs. She probably would have done the same with her bikini, but Logan got there first.

Untying the strings holding up her top, he let it fall to the floor. Her breasts were just as perfect as he imagined and he ran his fingers over their silky softness before hooking his thumbs in her bikini bottoms and slowly pushing them over her hips and down her legs.

“Damn, you’re beautiful,” he breathed.

“Thank you,” she said softly. “And you are wearing too many clothes.”

Giving him a sultry smile, she pulled his T-shirt over his head then shoved down his swim trunks. When she finished, she stepped back and took in his naked body, starting at his chest then moving down his abs until she got to his hard cock.

“Water’s getting cold,” he said.

Taking her hand, he led her into the walk-in shower then closed the door behind them. Grabbing the shower gel from the rack, he squeezed some into his hand then lathered it up.

“Turn around,” he said.

When she complied, he gently ran his soapy hands over shoulders and down her back, massaging her muscles while he washed away the sunscreen. Felicia scooted closer until his hard cock nestled in the crack of her delightful ass. He glided his hands down, cupping her cheeks and giving them a squeeze.

Logan wanted to linger there and let his fingers explore a little, but he controlled himself. He had more skin to clean.

So he moved his hands over her hips and around to her taut stomach. The muscles there tensed under his fingers.

“Are you ticklish?” he murmured in her ear.

She shook her head, grinding her ass against his hard-on.

Groaning, he ran his hands up her midriff to cup her breasts. She sighed, practically melting into him as he tweaked her nipples. She did a little circular dance with her ass now, and he was damn close to going nuts. It felt like he’d been hard for hours. Man, he couldn’t wait to slide inside her.

He slipped one hand down, letting it settle between her legs and find its way between her folds.

Has anyone ever mentioned you have very talented fingers?” she asked.

Logan nuzzled the curve of her neck, loving the flavor of her freshly washed skin. “No. Can’t really remember that ever coming up in conversation.” He let one finger slide up to the top of her opening, finding her plump clit and making teasing little circles around it. “So, are you saying you like when I do this?”

“Mmm, I definitely like,” she confirmed. “But go slowly. I like to be teased.”

He was a good SEAL. He knew exactly when to follow orders. And in this case, he had no problem teasing her as long as she wanted.

With that in mind, he worked her clit until she quivered in his arms. Then he backed off, focusing on another part of her anatomy—her nipples, her sensitive neck, or her inner thighs. When her body relaxed, he returned to her clit, pushing her closer and closer to orgasm each time. In between, he whispered exactly how beautiful she was and how sexy she sounded when she moaned.

But the teasing stopped the moment she arched back and came—hard.

Logan wrapped one arm around her waist, tugging her back more firmly against him as she cried out. Damn, he’d never heard such a sexy sound in his life.

Afterward, he gave her a second to catch her breath then he began moving his fingers up and down the folds of her wet pussy. As soon as she was ready, Logan intended to go back to her clit and make her come again. Because he liked hearing her moan.

But Felicia extricated herself from his arms and turned around to reach for the shower gel. “I think it’s time to get you cleaned up, too.”

Grinning, she squirted the liquid all over his chest. As her hands came up to lather him up, Logan decided he’d never had so much fun taking a shower in his life.

* * * * *

Felicia marveled at Logan’s chest. She’d been dying to get her hands on those pecs ever since he’d taken his shirt off at the beach. Lying so close to him on the sand had gotten her aroused as heck. She’d been wet the whole time, and it had nothing to do with swimming in the ocean. She’d almost slipping a hand down between her legs to give her clit some relief more than once that afternoon. She’d controlled the urge as best she could, but she was pretty sure Logan had caught her adjusting on the towel and squeezing her thighs together a little more than necessary and known exactly what she’d been doing.

By the time they’d gotten back to her place, she’d been ready to tackle her sexy SEAL and have her way with him right there on the floor of the living room, so when he’d suggested showering together, she’d pounced on the offer. A woman would have to be insane to turn him down.

When his clothes had come off, she’d stood there mesmerized by the pure perfection of his body. There wasn’t an inch on him not honed, toned, and oh-my-God-ET-phone-home gorgeous. She couldn’t imagine how much hard work it took to keep a body like his so fit.

But while he might look hot naked, there was more to Logan than his charming good looks and sexy body. The man also knew how to play her body like an instrument, and his strong hands had made her tremble like a leaf. When he’d touched her clit, she couldn’t have come any faster if she’d been pleasuring herself. She’d never climaxed so hard.

Felicia took her time lathering him up, letting her hands explore every inch of him, except one. Only when she finished did she wrap her hands around his thick shaft and caress him up and down until he was so hard he throbbed. Then she dropped to her knees in front of him and took him in her mouth. Mmm, he tasted delicious.

She bobbed up and down on him fast, taking him deep. From his groans, he clearly enjoyed what she was doing. That only made her work harder. She was definitely going to make him come in her mouth. It would only be fair, right? But Logan obviously had other ideas because he reached over and turned off the water then scooped her up into his arms and carried her into the bedroom.

He tossed her gently onto the bed, making her giggle. But her laugh quickly turned into a gasp when he leaned over and slowly licked the water droplets off her body. By the time he reached her pussy, she was breathing like she’d run a marathon. She’d ever run one, but the analogy seemed right.

But no matter how much she squirmed, Logan’s big hands held her thighs spread wide as he teased her folds with his tongue.

“There are condoms in the nightstand,” she said hoarsely when he finally leaned back to regard her with a scorching hot look. “I don’t know exactly where they are, but they’re in there. Dump the whole drawer out if you have, too.”

Fortunately, he didn’t have to do anything so drastic. He dug the condom packet out of her nightstand faster than she would have thought possible and put it on then dragged her to the edge of the bed. A moment later, her bottom was on the edge of the mattress and her legs her up in the air. She didn’t know how he knew this was one of favorite positions. She lifted her head enough to watch him line up his cock with the opening of her pussy and slide in deep.

Felicia moaned, clutching the sheets as he filled her.

Logan leaned forward, giving her a searing kiss as he began to pump his hips. She wrapped her legs around his hips to pull him in even deeper. He thrust slowly a few times, toying with her. Then, when she was completely ready, he gradually picked up the pace until he pounded into her hard enough to make her butt bounce off the bed.

She hugged him tightly even as he slipped his arms around her to hold her close. As he buried his face in her neck, she felt the familiar tingling sensation that always came before an orgasm. No way could she be ready to come again, not this fast. But the pleasure kept building, and soon she was screaming as she exploded under him.

Felicia was still recovering from her climax when Logan rolled her over and she found herself sitting astride his hips, his cock still rock hard inside her. That’s when she figured out he hadn’t come yet.