His cock twitched at the thought, and he considered using his hand to relieve the sexual tension that had been building for hours. Giving in to the battle, he stroked himself as he continued to see her face in front of him. The idea of her gloss-slicked lips around his cock before he pulled her up and slid into her warm sex had him coming quicker and harder than he ever had. With his hand pressed against the tile, he emptied himself, the still-warm water washing away the evidence of his arousal.
Resting his forehead against his hand, he dragged raspy breaths into his lungs. Reality slowly crept back into his consciousness, and he jerked his head up and looked toward the door, ascertaining it was still closed. Jesus, was I quiet? He had come so hard he could not remember if he groaned aloud or if it was all in his mind. Shit! I hope she couldn’t hear anything!
Rinsing off, he flipped the faucet and stepped out of the shower. Grabbing a thick towel, he quickly dried his body before pulling on a comfortable pair of boxers and Navy sweatpants. He brushed his teeth and ran his fingers through his wet hair. His scar had healed nicely, and he was pleased that he had only felt a few minor twinges during the day. With another look in the mirror, he dug through his bag and pulled out a clean T-shirt. This is Lynn I’m with… not some girl in a beach bar looking for a SEAL to bang.
With his hand on the doorknob, he sucked in a deep breath, hoping she was buried under papers and had not heard his shower activities. Refusing to cower inside the bathroom, he threw open the door and stepped out into the bedroom. Glad to see it empty, he moved into the living area of the suite.
His gaze was automatically drawn to her. Instead of sitting at the desk, she had placed her laptop on the coffee table and was kneeling on the floor in front of it. With her thighs slightly raised, her ass was on delectable display underneath the soft material of her dress. Biting back a groan, he padded into the room. Moving first to the kitchenette, he grabbed a bottle of water. Glancing to the side to see that she did not have anything, he reached back into the refrigerator and grabbed another one and set it on the coffee table near her. “I know we drank a lot this evening, so make sure you stay hydrated.”
She looked at the bottle and smiled, murmuring, “Thanks.”
Her eyes did not quite meet his, and he gritted his teeth, almost certain that she’d heard him in the shower and was now probably embarrassed. Trying to think of something to say, he blurted, “Did you get everything you wanted?”
Her gaze jumped to his face, her eyes wide. “Um… what I wanted?”
He could have sworn her gaze dropped to his crotch before a blush flamed across her face. “The computer records… from the chapel.”
“Yes!” she squeaked. She looked back down at her computer and cleared her throat. “Yes, yes. There’s not a lot that I’m going to be able to discern tonight, but I wanted to have a chance to make sure I had backup copies, and I’m also sending the pictures I took from the files in his drawer to my computer as well.”
“Good, good. Yeah… um… good.” Glad that she was still looking at her computer screen and not him as he rolled his eyes at his babbling, he leaned forward and snagged the remote. Turning on the TV, he lowered the sound. “Does this bother you? If it does, I can go to the bed—”
Her gaze shot up to his.
Fuckin’ hell! “Bedroom… um… I can go into the bedroom.”
Her lips twitched just before they began curving into a smile. “No, you’re fine. The TV doesn’t bother me and, well, I like your company.”
And just like that, her words soothed over him. Taking a long swig of water, he leaned back against the cushions, his gaze roving over her. “Good. I like your company, too.” Renewed blush hit her cheeks, and her smile widened as she kept her eyes on her computer screen. Ignoring the TV, he decided he liked watching her better. When her hair fell forward, she would lift her hand and tuck it behind her ear, and his fingers twitched, wishing they were touching her instead. Her gaze moved about the laptop screen, her expression changing with whatever she was discerning. Her eyes would widen or narrow, her nose would scrunch, her brow would crinkle and then relax, and sometimes she would nibble on her bottom lip. That, he found, was the most distracting and took all of his self-discipline to keep from soothing her abraded mouth with his own.
After almost an hour, she lifted her hands over her head and stretched. The movement caused the bodice of her dress to tighten over her breasts, the curve drawing his complete attention—and the attention of his cock, which was doing more than twitching.
She stood and shook her head slightly. “I think my eyes are going crossed.”
He put his feet down onto the floor and spread his knees. Lifting his hand toward her, he wiggled his fingers and ordered, “Come here.” Pleased that she didn’t argue, she walked around the coffee table, and as soon as she was within reach, he grabbed her hand and gently guided her to sit on the sofa between his legs. His large hands moved to her shoulders and he began to massage, his thumbs digging into the tired muscles. Her head dropped forward and rolled from side to side as he kneaded the knots.
Little moans of pleasure began to slip from her lips, and he began losing the battle of control over his cock as it came to life. The reality was he knew he would take whatever she was willing to give, but it was going to have to come from her, and only when she understood what he could offer. Certain that was not going to happen, he ordered his cock to behave and continued to massage her back and neck.
Moving so fast he barely had time to blink, she suddenly whirled and threw her arms around his neck. Her eyes were wide, and he could see hesitation mixed with determination. Instead of latching onto his mouth in haste, she moved ever so slowly. His breath caught in his throat as her face drew closer and he felt the puffs of her sweet breath against his lips. Wanting to crush her against him, his shoulders held her carefully in place, keeping her a whisper away.
“This is in your hands, Lynn,” he said softly. “Whatever you want is yours. But you have to understand what this is. I can’t offer anything more than here and now.”
She leaned back a few inches so that her gaze bore straight into his. “I understand. Really, Nolan, I do. You’re a SEAL, and your life is far away. I’m an accountant, and my life is right here. You’re not looking for anything more than what’s happening now, and I don’t need to be tied to someone who’s constantly leaving. So I’ll take whatever part of you I can have now, and that’s all I want.”
For a second, her words scored through him, causing both delight and consternation. He wanted her, but the idea that she was fine with only a night and wanted no more was a hit to his pride. Before he had a chance to muddle through those conflicting thoughts, she closed the distance and molded her mouth to his. At that simple movement, all thoughts other than getting her to bed flew from his mind.
Standing, he felt the twinge in his gut, but her weight was so slight that he easily made it to the bedroom. Still holding her close, he allowed her feet to drop to the floor. Their kiss had not broken, the tingle of electricity moving from his lips to his rock-hard cock firing all his senses. He felt her palms flat against his chest, and she pushed back slowly. His eyes flew open as he sought to discover why she separated from him.