A SEAL's Seduction

Chapter 4

BLAKE SPENT A GREAT DEAL of his life under fire. He'd honed his body to be a strong, powerful weapon, ready to face down and beat any danger.
He was pretty sure he'd never felt so out of control as he did right now. It was as if Alexia was a sudden addiction he couldn't do without.
"You feel so good," she breathed, her hands gripping his shoulders, then sliding down the hard muscles to curve over the rock-hard roundness of his biceps. "So strong. Big."
"You ain't seen nothing yet," he said, his laughter a whisper of air over her throat.
"Then show me," she challenged. Using her nails, she scraped a soft line back up his arms and shoulders, then down his shoulder blades, pulling his body closer against hers.
He groaned in reaction, both to her move and her aggressive attitude. She was clearly a woman who knew what she wanted, and wasn't shy about getting it. Was there anything sexier? Still, they should probably go somewhere. Since he lived on base, and was currently banned, he'd been bunking at Cade's. So that was out. A hotel seemed tacky. Her place?
She leaned in, her breasts softly pressing into his chestas she placed tiny, nibbling kisses along his jaw. When she reached his ear and blew a soft gust of warm air, he groaned again.
He wasn't going to last till they found somewhere else. He had to have her. Here. Now.
Eyes narrowed, he peered up the beach. Their chances of being caught were slim. To narrow the odds even more, he swept her into his arms.
"Whoa," she exclaimed breathlessly, automatically wrapping her hands behind his neck for balance. He shifted her tighter against his chest and strode around the copse of boulders, far away from curious eyes.
"Better," he decided as the dark blanketed them, the rocks blocking the party, the lights and the people. He gently set her on a stone ledge, the height of it putting her breasts at mouth's reach. He stepped between her legs, nestling there. Exactly where he wanted to be. "Perfect."
Before she could comment, or worse, protest, he took her mouth again. She tasted sweet. Like sunshine and smiles and a hint of strawberries. Delicious. He was starving for more.
He rested his palms on her knees for a second, warming her skin before he caressed his way up the smooth, silky warmth of her thighs. He felt her shiver. Her breath caught. So damn sexy. He traced the edge of her dress, the fabric soft and smooth, but nowhere near as soft as her skin.
She was his escape. When he touched her, everythingin his mind shut down. All the dark thoughts, the emptiness, they went away. It was as though the hollow desolation of the last month just disappeared. Instead, he had a single focus. Pleasure. Feeling it, giving it.
And keeping her totally focused on this passion between them, so she wouldn't think to slow it down. Because he was pretty sure if she stopped him, he'd make an embarrassed fool of himself and do something really crazy. Like beg. His tongue danced soft and slow over hers as he skimmed his hands down to her knees, then back up her thighs. He cupped the back of her thigh in one hand, shifting her so that her legs rested against his hips. With the very tips of his fingers he traced a gentle path along the edge of her panties, right there in the crease of her thigh. Hip bone to the top of her thigh, then back. A little deeper, a little closer to her core. Then back to her hip bones. His fingers slid down again, slipping under the slender elastic as they went. Teasing, loving how tight she felt as he wound her up, he stopped just short of her tempting flesh.
Her fingers dug into his arms, her thighs trembling at his touch. Her breathing intensified, and he could feel her heartbeat beneath his fingers, fast and furious.
He shifted his mouth over hers, taking the kiss deeper. Their tongues dueled, each fighting for control. She challenged him, stirred up a desperation he'd never feltbefore. The taste of her was beyond words. So delicious. So incredible.
Then she shifted. Her body beckoned, her warmth luring him closer. He needed more. He had to feel her. His fingers slid along the elastic of her panties again, this time hooking into the tiny lace band holding the sides together. He pulled.
She gasped as the fabric slid down her legs, then caught. Moving fast, again, needing to touch, to taste, he shifted so he pulled her panties away, then tucked the fabric into his back pocket. In less time than it took her to inhale, he was back. Right there between her thighs. Her warmth. Delicious. The movements had pushed the wildly patterned fabric of her dress higher, to the crease of her thighs. The moonlight shone on the hint of curls peeking from beneath. Beckoning. Tempting.
Blake didn't have the power-didn't want to find the strength-to resist temptation when it came in the form of Alexia. Starting at her knee again, he slid his index finger up the inside of her thigh. Wanting to see her reaction, he locked his gaze on hers. His fingers combed softly through curls that were gratifyingly damp, then skimmed the swollen bud nestled there.
Her gasp filled him with as much pleasure as touching her did. She squirmed a little, as if trying to intensify the pressure. Always glad to make a lady happy, he did just that. She gave a breathy moan, her hands now roaminghis chest, scraping a delicate path of fire down his pecs and making him want to strip naked and see what she'd do next.
Her touch was perfect. Just the right blend of rough and delicate as her fingers scraped lower, along the flat planes of his belly. He sucked in his gut, wanting her to delve lower, to touch him the way he was touching her. Wanting to see how fast, how hard, they could go at each other.
Pulling his mouth from hers, he buried his face in the delicate curve of her throat, breathing deep her scent. It turned him on even more.
"You're delicious," he told her as he pinched her swollen clitoris softly. It was like triggering a switch. Her entire body stiffened, her breath coming in gasps now. She went up fast. He'd bet she was wild once she caught fire. Wild enough to take anything he had, to handle the intensity of his sexual appetite.
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SHE WAS ON FIRE. Hot, intense and wet, Alexia gasped at the pleasure Blake's body offered. She let her suddenly too-heavy head rest against the rock as his fingers slid, first one, then two, deep into her core. Slid and swirled. Heightening and tightening.
It was as if he had her entire body, her entire being, in the palm of his hand. Literally. His to control. His to pleasure.Oh, please, yes. More pleasure.
She pressed herself tighter against his hand, her hips undulating, circling, trying to take him in deeper. Her breath came in gasps, all of her being focused on his fingers. On the feelings he stirred. The scent of the ocean mixing with Blake's subtle cologne adding to the surreal, out-of-this-world feeling she had. It turned her on even more.
The sound of people partying, just on the other side of the rocks, made her nerves sing, worry about one of them venturing this way adding a whole 'nother level of intensity to the feelings Blake's fingers were creating.
She'd never been an exhibitionist. She'd never been turned on by the idea of public kissing, let alone semipublic orgasms. But this was... Oh, my God.
Her breath came faster as his fingers worked her.
Her heart raced, trying to keep up with the wild, intense feelings rioting through her body. She couldn't think, could barely breathe. Everything she had, everything she was, centered on Blake. His fingers, the pressure. Oh, baby, the pressure.
Desperate for him to feel as good as he was making her feel, she skimmed her fingers, just the tips, along the hard, rounded muscles of his arms. His body was incredible. Masterful.
She wanted to touch him, to fan her hands all over the firm, sculpted planes of his body. But she couldn't find the energy to move. Not while he was doing such lovelythings with his fingers. She was so focused on that, she barely noticed his other hand slide under her dress, up to her breasts, until he cupped one, squeezing tight.
"Oh, God," she moaned breathlessly, staring up at the stars overhead through blurry eyes.
His thumb brushed over her nipple. Sensation, sharp and enticing, shooting from her clitoris to her breast like lightning. With a quick flick, he unsnapped the front closure of her racer-back bra, the fabric breaking loose under her trapeze dress. The constrictive straps slid down her shoulders. Hating the trapped feeling, she quickly shrugged off the white satin, not caring where it fell.She grasped his head with both hands, pulling his face
to hers. She had only a brief glimpse of the flaring heat in his blue eyes before her mouth attacked his. Ate him up in big, gulping bites.
His fingers pinched, rubbed, swirled. Her nipples hardened, aching for more. As if hearing their pleas, he pressed harder, flicking his thumb back and forth, back and forth. Her body tightened. Her girlie parts wept with pleasure. His fingers moved faster between her thighs, plunging deeper into her core.
Then he pressed her aching bud tight with his thumb, his fingers-all of them-still tormenting.
The climax grabbed her so fast, she couldn't stop the cry of pleasure. Vividly aware that there were people nearby, she tried to stifle her screams, so instead theycame out strangled gasps. Everything spun in circles. Her head, the stars, the hot delight low in her belly.
Before she could come back down, before her body was even through shuddering, he moved. She was vaguely aware of the sound of ripping foil as he readied himself. Her thighs fell wide, as if begging to feel his hard power there, thrusting deep.
Instead, though, he grabbed her, lifting and turning at the same time so it was him bare against the rock.
She cried out in surprise, then in pleasure, as he pulled her close. Her body, still quaking from that lovely climax, wrapped around his.
His hands were so big, each one covered a cheek. He pulled her forward, gripping her flesh with strong fingers, positioning her. The velvet knob of his penis pressed, just there against her still-quivering flesh, as if begging for entry.
"Ready for some passion?" he asked, his words husky and low.
"Sure," she breathed, linking her fingers behind his neck and preparing for what she hoped was going to be a wild ride. "Because so far it's been pretty bland."
His laughter rang out, the sound making her ego feel almost as good as her body did with his pressed against it. Then he slid, hard and deep, inside her.
She'd been wrong.
Nothing, ever, had felt this good.
It was as if her nerve endings all picked up and movedbetween her legs, every single sensation in her body connected to the feel of his cock driving in and out.
He moved slowly, with just a hint of undulation as he plunged. His hands gripped her butt, his strong fingers adding a whole new level of pleasure to the experience.
"You're going to come for me," he muttered, his words tight, low. Intense.
As if under his command, she instantly went over. Alexia's body shook with the power of her climax. Her breath came in gasps, pleasure so tight, so intense, it bordered on pain. Her ears rang out, the surf disappearing so all she could hear was her own pounding heart.
As her body slowly settled back down to earth, she tried to catch her breath. Tried to reconnect with reality. Given that tiny trembling orgasmic aftershocks were still rocking through her, it wasn't easy.
All she could hear was his breathing, and the sound of her own heartbeat, loud and throbbing in time with his thrusts. Despite their semipublic love nest, she had a surreal sense of being outside the real world. As if this side of the rocks sheltered them in their own little bubble, away from real life. Away from repercussions or choices. Her head fell back, making way for his lips along her throat. For his kisses. His tongue.
It was as if he was flipping the switch from hot to blazing, bring her back to life, back to total awareness. Of the warm night air. The sound of the surf. The feel of hisshoulders, so strong beneath her fingers. And his erection, still so hard and huge inside her. "More?" she murmured.
"At least two more," he promised.
She gave a breathless laugh. No way. She didn't think she had two more orgasms in her. She had him in her, though, so she was ready to be proved wrong.
"Big talk," she teased, her fingers twining through the short hair at the back of his neck.
"Hold tight," he said, shifting his grip so his fingers were tighter on her butt. "Proof is on its way."
Then he leaned down, unerringly finding her pebbled nipple through the fabric of her dress and sucking hard. She shuddered, moaning over and over in time with his thrusts.
The tension wound again, tight and low as she gave herself over to the power he had over her body. Clearly he was a man who liked a challenge, and if he said two more orgasms, then dammit, she'd be reveling in two more mind-blowing orgasms.
He nipped, his teeth working her nipples through the wet silk. Alexia popped like a champagne cork, pleasure spewing from her in an explosion. Her nipple beaded, hard and aching beneath his lips. Her stomach constricted as heat curled lower, spinning tighter. "That's one," he counted breathlessly.
And zero for him. As her body drifted back to earth, Alexia realized that he was calling all the shots. Not a bad thing, since those shots felt so damn good. But shewasn't the passive type, and she had a few shots of her own. She wanted him to go over. Wanted to drive him so crazy, he couldn't control himself. Wanted to feel him explode, to know that he felt as wild for her as she did for him.But she couldn't use her hands because letting go of
his shoulders meant she'd probably land on her butt in the sand. If she leaned forward to use her mouth, he might lose his grip, or worse, the perfect position he'd found that had his dick sliding against her clitoris with every thrust.
All she had were her hips, and those were in his hands. Still...
Calling on her thrice-weekly pilates training, she constricted her core muscles, her glutes flexing so she could grip him tight, like a fist, as he slid inside her.
He gasped. Groaned. His next thrust was hard and deep. Then he sucked in a breath and yanked himself back under control.
Oh, so he thought he could resist, did he? She gave a wicked grin. And clenched him again, this time swirling her hips against his.
The move sent yet another orgasm spiraling through her, her clitoris quivering, her breath rasping in and out. That's all it took to send him over.
He thrust, hard, out of control. Intense, pounding pleasure poured through her as he gave a low moan, his body shaking as he poured out his climax.Alexia's head dropped against his shoulder, her thighs trembling too hard, muscles too liquefied to keep them wrapped around him any longer. So she let them drop, her toes sinking into the soft sand. She felt as if she'd run a marathon while having a deep-tissue full-body massage and eating herself into a chocolate coma, all at the same time.
Pretty damn incredible.
Blake shifted, just a little, making the sand beneath her feet cave in a few inches. The sounds of music, of the partyers' voices, carried on the night air, dancing just above the surf.
Suddenly, awareness poked its sharp fingers through the fog of sexual delight. Made Alexia aware that she was practically naked, although her dress kept her modesty intact. That she'd just had three screaming orgasms with a virtual stranger, on a public beach, with a bevy of other strangers just yards away.
Holy cow, what had she been thinking? Where had her good sense gone?
And why did she know, without a doubt, that given the chance, she'd do it all over again? What did that say about her? And, suddenly going all girlie, she cringed and wondered what Blake thought about her actions. Other than gratitude for one hell of a fine ride.
Cold, even though the temperature hadn't changed, she stepped out of his embrace. Unable to look at him, she rubbed her hands up and down her arms and madea show of looking around for her underwear.
"Well, I guess you showed me," she said, her words as shaky as her laugh. She would have pushed her hands through her hair, but between his fingers earlier and the sea air, she knew she was probably already rivaling Bozo in volume. So she settled for twining her fingers together.
Alexia jumped when his hands closed on her upper arms. She automatically looked into his face, meeting his gaze. Warmed by the calm affection in his blue eyes, she felt a little of the tension drain away. Why was she ashamed? Healthy sex, between two consenting people? She gave a mental eye roll at the sudden, silly and totally not-her inhibitions that'd taken hold.
And wished like crazy that the eye roll was enough to make them go away.
Blake let go of one of her arms, reaching up and rubbing his thumb over her lips. A gentle caress quickly followed by an equally gentle kiss. When he pulled back, she sighed.
"I'd say we showed each other," he said quietly.
It wasn't a promise or declaration. It probably wasn't even meant to be a reassurance. But she felt as if it was both. A promise that he didn't think less of her and the reassurance that he'd stepped just as far outside his normal as she had.
"I guess we did." Her smile was about as big as her lips would stretch, but still not even close to how large and bright the bubble of joy inside her chest felt. "I suppose you should get back inside and meet that friend?"She nibbled on her bottom lip, anxious to hear his response. He didn't make her wait long.
"Nah. We can go inside and have another drink if you'd like, though." He didn't sound excited. But he didn't let go of her, either, so she took his lack of enthusiasm to be for the drink, not the company.
Alexia took a deep breath. She'd told herself one night. And she'd already proven that she wasn't a chaste good girl who required a ring-or hell, even dinner-for a sex romp. So there was nothing to stop her from grabbing on to her entire night.
"Did you want to go back to my place?" she asked. "I just have to call a cab."
His lips shifted, a slow, sexy smile curving his mouth. The kind that lit up his eyes and made her want to hug him close because he was so damn cute.
"I've got my truck." He let go of her and reached into his pocket, handing over her panties. "You might want these, though. I held on to them so they wouldn't get all sandy."
"Aren't you the gentleman," she teased, gratefully taking the tiny scrap of silk.
"You know it. And I'd like to think the only abrasions you're going to have on your thighs are coming from my whiskers."
Alexia's breath caught. Her heart danced. And her body-which should be sexually satisfied enough to last for weeks-did a giddy little cheer.Then let's see how soon we can make that happen," she said, wriggling into her panties, then holding out her hand.
When he wrapped his fingers in hers, she began the mental chant one night, one night, one night. One helluva night.