Never Falling Again: An opposites attract, Navy SEAL on vacation romantic comedy (Falling in Maui Book 3)

by Mercer Scott

  Rolling my eyes at him, I smile. “I thought I would stay the night.”

  “Of course. You’ve had a couple of glasses of wine, I wasn’t going to let you drive. I can sleep on the sofa.”

  “What if I don’t want you to sleep on the sofa?”

  “I’m really going to need you to spell it out for me. In graphic detail.”

  “Graphic detail? I think you know exactly what I’m saying.”

  “Tell me, so we can make sure.”

  “I want to spend the night. In your bed. With you.”

  “Still going to need you to be more specific.”

  “I came here to have sex with you tonight, Cooper!”

  Cooper lets out a low chuckle. “Fucking finally.”

  He stands up from the table and holds his hand out to me. “Let’s go.”

  “What about the dishes?”

  Cooper leans down and blows out the candles. “The dishes can wait. I’ve waited for you long enough.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Cooper

  I lead her by the hand to my bedroom. I’ve thought about this at least a few thousand times over the last two months. And now it’s actually happening. Fucking finally.

  As soon as she steps inside my bedroom, I press her up against the wall. Her face is in my hands as I lean down to kiss her. I don’t know that I’ve ever wanted a woman more than I do in this moment. Two months of want surge through me as I press my lips to hers. Knowing that I’m this close to actually being inside her, I can barely control myself. This kiss is not slow and it’s not soft. It’s fast, hot, and demanding.

  As my tongue rushes into her mouth, taking everything from her that I’ve been wanting the past two months, my hands slide down from her face to get a taste of her breasts. Her breasts are high and firm. Her nipples are hard against my palms. With my thumbs, I circle her nipples over her dress and bra. There’s entirely too much fabric between these hard nipples and my skin, my lips, my tongue. But my brain can’t think enough right now to figure out how to get her clothes off without stopping kissing her. And I have no plans to stop kissing her.

  Natalia runs her hands up under my shirt, pushing it up. And that stops me in my tracks.

  “Hey, maybe I should leave it on?” Reaching down, I push my hands against hers to keep my t-shirt exactly where it is. Having sex with my shirt on is going to be something new. But I don’t want the angry, red scars on my body to turn her into nurse-mode. Or worse, turn her off. Maybe sex with a shirt on is just my new normal?

  “What? No way. Take your shirt off already. Take it off now,” Natalia demands. “I want to see your muscles. Give ‘em to me!”

  “I think I’m just going to leave it on.” Holding up my arm, I flex it for her. “There’s your muscles. Come and get ‘em.”

  “No. I want all the muscles! Take it off! Take it off!” Natalia uses her hands to make a cone around her mouth as she chants at me.

  In all the ten thousand plus times I imagined how this night was going to go when it finally happened… this definitely wasn’t it. When she starts to pump her arm, I grab onto it.

  “Hey, it’s really not a big deal. But I’m going to leave the shirt on. Now, where were we?”

  Natalia crosses her arms over her chest and leans back into the wall to stare up at me. “I don’t think we were anywhere because you’re refusing to get naked. What are you some kind of secret nevernude?”

  “I’m not a damn nevernude!” I mutter under my breath. This just went from real hot to real awkward, real fast.

  “Then what’s the problem?”

  “It’s just…” There’s no way around it. This is going to get a hell of a lot more awkward before it hopefully gets a hell of a lot more sexy. “My scars are pretty bad, and don’t want anything to ruin this. So, I’m going to keep my shirt on. No big deal.”

  “What are you talking about? I’ve seen your scars. How could they ruin anything?” Natalia’s eying me suspiciously, her arms still crossed over her chest. The only thing I want over those breasts is my mouth, so we better figure this out – and fast.

  “You’ve only seen a little bit of my scars. And that was when you were forcibly examining me. I don’t want you to be a nurse tonight, Natalia. I just want you. And I want you to want me as much as I want you. So, I think the shirt needs to stay on.”

  “You think I care about some stupid scars?” Natalia looks pissed. “You think I’m that shallow?”

  “Of course, I don’t think you’re shallow. But you haven’t seen all of my scars. I see them every damn day, so trust me on this the shirt needs to stay on.”

  “Are you freaking kidding me right now, Cooper? I am right here.” Natalia flings her hands between us erratically. “In your bedroom. I am horny as hell, and I want you inside me. And not with your dumb shirt still on. I’m not having sex with a man wearing a shirt that says I’m with stupid! So, take it off right now because I want to lick your bare chest!”

  Glancing around me, I assess the situation in an instant. All in all, it’s pretty dark. Moonlight is streaming in through the window, but I purposefully left the lights off when we came into my bedroom. It kills me not to have every light on so that I can see every, sexy inch of her. But if I can see her like I want to, then she’ll be able to see me like I don’t want her to. And the thought of her looking at me with disgust on her face… well, nothing is worth risking that. Not even finally seeing every inch of Natalia Roy.

  “How about if we just try it with my shirt on?” I ask slowly, trying to negotiate my way out of ruining this entire night and missing out on what’s about to finally happen here.

  “How about if I just leave? I’m standing right here in front of you begging you to make love to me. How can you open up to me like you did tonight and then think I would judge you for your scars? I wouldn’t, Cooper. I won’t…” Natalia trails off, looking away.

  “I’m sorry, but-”

  Then she turns back to me, eyes on fire. “Do you have any idea how hard it is for a woman to get naked in front of a man for the first time? Get naked this second or I’m leaving. I’m not going to be the only naked person in this bedroom tonight.”

  She stares at me point-blank for a long minute. I’ve seen commanding officers discipline men with angry stares that were less scary than this one. Then she turns to leave. And that’s the scariest part. I can’t let her leave, not when she’s finally here in my bedroom after all this time. Not when I opened up to her like I did today. Reaching out to stop her, I grab her arm just before she’s out of reach.

  “You can’t go. Not now.” Not ever. It sounds like an order, but it’s more like a plea for mercy.

  “I’m not staying if you’re not taking your dumb shirt off.”

  “I’m not going to take my dumb shirt off.” Letting out a deep sigh of frustration, I give in to her. “You’re going to take my dumb shirt off.”

  After tugging on her arm until she takes a step closer to me, I grab onto her hands and bring them one-by-one to my lips before bringing them back down to the hem of my t-shirt. Gently, she presses her hands against my stomach like she’s scared to hurt me. That’s what I was afraid of. I don’t want her to be a nurse tonight, and I don’t want her to think that she’s going to break me.

  Slowly, inch-by-inch, she pulls my shirt up my stomach and then over my chest. Her eyes don’t leave my torn skin as she pulls the fabric up my body. After waiting a few seconds for her disgusted reaction, I realize that I don’t want to see it. So, I stare straight in front of me over the top of her head.

  She’s too short to pull my shirt off without me helping her, so there’s one last chance for me to make this stop. But I don’t. We’re way past stopping now. I lean down and let her pull my shirt over my head. When I stand back up, I’m naked from the waist up in front of her for the first time. The room is dark, but I know she can see every inch of the jagged outlines of the scars that cover my left side.

  Natalia runs her han
ds over my scars, exploring my uneven skin. It feels different than the few times she’s poked and prodded at me for her made-up medical reasons. Her fingers are light and teasing now. I wasn’t sure a woman was ever going to touch my chest like this again. I wasn’t sure I wanted one to. Until her.

  After several minutes, she leans back. “So, what’s the big deal?”

  “What’s the big deal? Are you kidding me? My body has been blown to shit and now I look like… this.” I wave my hand over my left side to emphasize the point.

  “And? You survived. They patched you back up. Your skin is healing. Your hip is healing. And all these muscles… I like.” Natalia gives me a huge smile that tugs at my already hard cock. Then she bites her lip and looks concerned.

  Here it comes, the worry, and the disgust. And there she goes, right out the door.

  “We should be careful of your hip. I promise not to get too carried away. I don’t want to hurt you…”

  I advance on her, pressing her back up against the bedroom wall. “Take that back right now, Natalia. You getting too carried away is exactly what I have planned tonight.”

  “What you have planned? Please! You had spaghetti planned. I’m the one who showed up here to have sex with you tonight.”

  “I like that you showed up here ready to take what you want from me.” I’ve been chasing this woman for two months, and knowing she wants me back as much as I want her sends a shock of warmth through my gut.

  She narrows her eyes at me. “A woman has needs, Cooper.”

  “And I’m right here. Ready and willing to serve.”

  “I don’t know…” She bites her lower lip again. “Are you sure that you’re ready?”

  Reaching out, I grab onto her hand and place it on top of my jeans over my hard cock. “What do you think?”

  “Hmmm, hard to tell…”

  “Hard is right.”

  “Have you been with anyone else since the accident?”

  “Are we really doing this right now?”

  She nods up at me earnestly. Okay, apparently, we’re doing this.

  “No… I haven’t been with anyone else since I got hurt.”

  “Then this is a big deal.”

  “Yeah, that’s what I’m hoping. But why am I the only one half naked?” Surveying her up and down, all I see are layers of fabric between me and what I want. Every inch of her body on display.

  “Well, maybe I should examine you first to make sure that it’s medically safe for you to proceed with sexual activity. Have your doctors cleared you to have sex?”

  “Yes, they cleared me months ago. And can you please not make what I want to do to you sound quite so clinical?” My tone is as cold as a glacier.

  But everything else about me is on fire. Her hands are at the waistband of my jeans, and she has my cock freed and in her hands in seconds. Nurses are very good with their hands, but I guess they need to be.

  She circles my hard cock with her fingers. And runs her hand slowly up and down it.

  “Everything looks all good here,” she tells me with a big smile on her face.

  “Why do you make me want to yell at you and kiss you at the same time?” I frown down at her as she slows her hand on my cock to torture me.

  “Not sure. But same. Are you planning on making me do all the work? Or were you going to let this hard cock go to waste?” She stares up at me from under her long, thick eyelashes.

  From Florence Nightingale to sex vixen. This woman is going to absolutely destroy me.

  “No way. I’ve had months to think about exactly what I was going to do with you when I finally got you into bed.”

  Natalia’s lips twitch. “Here I am.”

  “Here you are.” Leaning back, I look down at her for a long minute. I want to remember what she looks like in this moment forever. She’s so damn beautiful with her long, dark hair falling messily over her shoulders and her lips and cheeks flushed from kissing me.

  Leaning down, I take her lips with mine again. I slide my hands up to her shoulders and push the straps of her sundress off until it starts sliding down her body. Then I have to lean back and look at every inch of her standing in front of me in just a lacy, pink strapless bra and matching thong.

  “You did come here planning on having sex with me, didn’t you?”

  She nods slowly up at me.

  “You definitely came to the right place, babe.”

  “That remains to be seen.”

  “Not for long.”

  Diving back towards her, I take her lips again with mine as I savage her mouth with my tongue, rough and needy. My hands are at her back undoing her bra. After flinging it over my shoulder, I finally get my hands on her bare breasts.

  “Fuck, yes. I’ve been thinking about my hands all over your sexy tits every single day since I met you.”

  “Pervert.”

  “Like you haven’t been thinking about my cock? I’ve seen you staring at it.”

  “No, I didn’t-”

  “Don’t worry, it turned me on. You can stare at my cock any time, babe. As long as I get to do this.”

  Leaning down, I cup her right breast in my hand, squeezing it tight, and then I take her nipple in my mouth. I suck hard on it, and then rake my teeth over her entire areola. Then I soothe her skin with my tongue in lazy circles before sucking hard all over again.

  “Oh my god. Oh my god, Cooper,” she mutters above my head, as she arches her breast further into my mouth. I’m happy to oblige. I open wide and take as much of her breast in my mouth and suck on it hard before licking my way back to her nipple.

  Then she’s slapping at the top of my shoulder with her hand. “Cooper? Cooper?”

  “What’s wrong?” Lifting my head, I scan the dark room and then settle my eyes on her face.

  “You’re really good at that.”

  “Thanks. I wasn’t done yet, though.”

  “Ummm, could you move a little lower?”

  I frown down at her before I realize what she’s getting at. Then a grin comes over my face. “What do you mean?”

  “Just like… lower?”

  I lean down and suck on the sensitive flesh below her breasts. “Like here?”

  “Even lower?”

  I circle her belly button with my tongue as she arches back against the wall.

  “Here?”

  “Still a bit lower…”

  Pulling her lacy, pink thong down a couple of inches, I tease the top of her pubic bone with my tongue.

  “Here?”

  “Almost there… but still a bit lower…”

  “Lower huh?” Running my hand down her body and between her legs, I slip my finger past her thong and inside her. She’s warm and already wet for me. I slide my finger through her, just brushing her clit, and then I take it out. I bring my finger to my lips and suck the taste of her off it.

  She nods up at me. “Right there.”

  “Right there, huh? I guess I could do that.” I’ve been dying to do that.

  Pushing her thong over her hips, I watch as it falls to the floor. Then I pick her up and she instinctively wraps her legs around my waist.

  “Cooper, are you sure? I’m not too heavy? What about your hip?”

  “I’ve got you, babe. I’ve got you.”

  Tossing her down, I stare at her naked and sprawled out in the middle of my bed. Her hair is all over the place, and her cheeks are flushed. She’s never looked more beautiful. And she’s all mine. She’s watching my hands as I unbutton my jeans and then shove both my pants and my boxer briefs down to the ground. I haven’t stood naked in front of a woman – who wasn’t treating me in a hospital – in eight months. But the way Natalia’s staring at me right now is anything but professional.

  “Where was that spot again, babe?”

  Natalia lazily drags her hand over her breasts, her stomach, and then lightly pats her vagina. “Right here.”

  “Don’t mind if I do.” Slowly moving forward to lay flat on the bed betwee
n her legs, I sink my face into her. My nose, my lips, I want to dive right inside her. She tastes sweet. Like sunshine and tropical fruit. And I can’t get enough. I swipe my tongue inside her from end to end, before finding her clit and stroking it slowly with my tongue. I can’t do slow for long, and pretty soon, I’m as rough and needy as I was with her mouth. I take that sensitive, little clit and I graze it with my teeth before catching it between my lips and sucking hard on it. I slide two fingers inside her and she comes in my mouth exactly like I knew she would. Like I’ve been waiting for two months for her to do.

  “Oh my god. Oh my god. Cooper, yes, yes!” she shouts into the quiet room, filled only with the sound of the waves outside and the waves of pleasure raging through her.

  She’s wet and juicy, and I lap it all right up. Damn it, she tastes good. I don’t stop licking at her clit until her body stops quaking. Then I grin up at her.

  “Glad you showed up on my doorstep demanding sex tonight?”

  “I mean, it was okay.” But she can’t stop smiling down at me.

  “Just okay, huh? All that yelling sounded more than just okay?”

  “That was for moral support. You were trying really hard. A for effort.”

  “So, you didn’t just have an epic, fucking orgasm?”

  She shrugs like there’s any possibility in the world that I would believe the crap she’s trying to sell me for a single second.

  “So, if I rub your clit, that’s not going to set you off like a rocket?”

  When she shrugs at me again, I follow through and rub my thumb roughly over her clit. Her whole body tightens against me.

  “Yeah, you’re not sensitive at all after an epic, fucking orgasm, huh?”

  “Nope.”

  Sliding up her body, I hold her chin in my hand. “You drive me absolutely crazy.”

  I lean in and kiss her, the taste of her pleasure and the taste of her mouth combining together as one. If I don’t get inside her soon, I’m going to come too fast to make it as good for her as I want it to be. So, I need to be inside her. Now. Reaching over to the bedside table, I grab a condom, and quickly unroll it over my cock.