Fall Back: Navy SEAL Adventure Romance (SEALs Undone Series Book 6)

by Zoe York

  So, he wanted her to dig deep and find some feelings.

  She could do that.

  Even if it gave her hives.

  When the access path opened up on the side of a steep slope—the descent route—she put her hand out and stopped him. After taking a couple of deep, steadying breaths, she looked him straight in the eye. “So you never really explained why you volunteered for this. I mean, other than to be nice to me.”

  Cade took a few breathes of his own, holding her gaze the whole time. “I’m not a complicated guy. I had time off, and this was something I wanted to do.”

  “But why?” She licked her lips, her mouth dry and not because she hadn’t taken a sip of water. “I’m not being nosy, I’m trying to understand what motivates someone to do that.”

  He shrugged. “For the same reason you went racing to Cassie’s side in the hospital.”

  “That’s different.”

  “Is it?”

  “Of course. She needed me.”

  “And who do you need?”

  She swallowed hard. Nobody. With good reason. “I’ve always been pretty independent.”

  “That’s not an answer.” He grinned. “But I’ll forgive you because you still shared something.”

  “And because you’re trapped halfway up a mountain with me?”

  “Don’t do that.” He leaned in until she could see the flecks in his eyes. He smelled far too good for a guy who’d been hiking for an entire morning. His shirt was wet down the middle, soaked with sweat, and she wanted to peel it off him, even as he looked like he was about to lecture her. “I don’t think you’re difficult, Mel. And I’d happily be stuck anywhere with you, even though you make getting to know you really hard.”

  The first thought that popped into her head was that she didn’t know why he wanted to know her. But it only took a millisecond to figure out he wouldn’t like that question. And flipping the conversation back to him wasn’t opening up.

  Telling the truth would be. “It hasn’t been my experience that people want to get to know me. Not really.”

  Stating the truth baldly, without framing it in a sassy question…the share rubbed raw. She didn’t like opening herself up like that. But she did like the look in Cade’s eye, like her honesty was a gift of sorts.

  “Their loss,” he said quietly.

  “You are too good to be true.” She laughed nervously. “How is it that you’re still single at…what? Thirty?”

  “Twenty-nine.” One corner of his mouth twisted up. “Two years older and wiser than you.”

  “You know that I’m twenty-seven,” she said, nodding. “Of course you do. You probably hacked into the DMV or something.”

  “I asked Cassie.”

  “Ah. That’s less creepy and makes more sense. See? Too good to be true.”

  “Not even. We just haven’t gotten to my neuroses yet.”

  “But you have some?” she whispered, her voice wobbling as he reached up and brushed some of her hair back behind her ear.

  “Buckets full.”

  “Liar.”

  “So rude,” he whispered back, his mouth a mere inch above hers now. “I don’t like losing.”

  God, that was too tempting. “Neither do I.” She pressed up and into him, shuddering as his hands found her hips and their mouths brushed together. She should stay here and sink into the kiss. He tasted like warm, lazy sunshine. Pulling back, she licked her lips, tasting him again. “Cade…”

  “Yeah…” His lips were slick and parted, his eyes heavy.

  They were going to do that again. Soon.

  But first…

  She placed her hands on his broad, sculpted chest and pushed him back and out of the way. “Race you to the bottom!”

  His curses filled the air behind her as she charged down the hill, her feet flying over twisted roots and muddy patches, finding the softer chunks of grass to bounce off as her arms pumped and swayed, keeping her balance.

  She’d done some trail running in California. This was way more fun.

  At a wide, flat turn in the path, Cade streaked past her, laughing over his shoulder. But then he slowed down, and they were running together. Her legs started to burn, but she focused on her breathing and kept going through the lactic acid buildup, straight into the zone.

  When they finally reached the parking lot, he reached for her hand, spinning her around as he dropped his pack. She shrugged out of hers as well, then wrapped her arms over his shoulders as he backed her against their rental car.

  “I told you, I don’t like to lose.”

  “Might have been a bit of a tie, actually.”

  “We’re a team. I wasn’t talking about the run.”

  All around her, his muscles tightened. His thighs bracketed her legs. His arms tugged her in tight. Even his chest flexed against hers. They were both out of breath and needed to stretch, but she could see his intent all over his face. First they had a kiss to finish.

  “You were talking about kissing me.”

  He nodded slowly as he slanted his mouth over hers. “Definitely.”

  She whispered his name against his lips as he pressed in firmly with heady intent. His tongue slid against hers as she opened for him, that warm sunshine exploding in all of her senses. His skin, hot under her touch. The salty, citrusy scent rising off his body. The warm rumble of his groan and the sweet, unique taste of his mouth.

  Lifting her up against the car, Cade settled his hips between her legs, but he didn’t push it beyond a kiss.

  He didn’t need to.

  The lazy, sexy way he was exploring her mouth was better than she could have imagined. It was perfect. She slid her hands into his wet hair and pulled him tighter against her mouth, showing him how hungry she was for him. How much she wanted him.

  “We need to stretch,” he muttered, his lips brushing hers because she wasn’t letting him go.

  She arched her back and reached her arms over her head, falling back against the car. “I’ll stretch right here.”

  He growled and set her down. “And I will happily help you—stretch. For real.”

  “You can’t kiss me like that and then stop!” She laughed as he spun her around, gently tugging her hand behind her back as he stroked down her leg. She knew what he was doing. He wanted her to stretch her quad. She let him bend her leg and press her foot into her hand, stretching her thigh.

  “Thirty seconds,” he whispered hotly in her ear.

  “This isn’t hot,” she lied. Her nipples claimed otherwise.

  He laughed and kissed the back of her neck before folding his own leg back into a stretch. “Breathe in through the nose…”

  She shook her head. “Okay. So being bossy is definitely one of the reasons why you’re still single.”

  “Switch.” He kissed her neck again as he rolled to the other side of her body. Buddy stretching had never been quite so appealing.

  — SIX —

  The last time Cade had considered having sex outside, he’d been nineteen and kind of stupid. No longer stupid, he shouldn’t be considering it now.

  They were streaked in mud from the trail, and they really needed to eat some protein and get back to the hotel for hot showers. And massages, preferably from each other.

  Anticipation. He could be patient.

  Maybe.

  Mel was right. He was bossy, although he’d probably qualify that by pointing out his bossiness was the result of liking things done in a particular way. His way.

  He liked to be in control, because then he could project various outcomes and adjust accordingly.

  He hadn’t seen the kiss coming. Hadn’t predicted she’d whip down the hill in front of him, legs flashing, mud flying everywhere.

  So he’d chased her, fighting to regain control. Of the race, of the dynamic between them, but hell… He hadn’t had any control over his feelings for her since that first day in the hospital. She tipped him sideways.

  And the damnedest part of it was he didn’
t mind. At all.

  A heady need to please Mel pulsed inside him. It had a twin need to touch her as much as possible, getting and keeping her skin under his hands. But even though she’d kissed him—and let him kiss her back ten-fold—he still needed to back off.

  As much as he wanted to fuck her against the side of a rental car, it wouldn’t be smart. The biggest risk wouldn’t be getting caught. It would be pushing her too far. Pushing her at all was out of line.

  And she’d just shown him she’d come to him, on her own terms.

  Patience.

  “Okay, beautiful. Let’s take your adorably muddy ass back to the hotel.” He squeezed the nape of her neck as he brushed one final kiss across her lips. He liked how her eyes danced at him as he pulled away.

  “For hot showers?”

  Plural. Damn. He swallowed hard and gave her a crooked smile. “And then some well-earned relaxation on the beach.”

  — —

  Relaxation? Mel didn’t want to relax. She wanted to get wound up, tighter and hotter, until she burst into flames under Cade’s magical touch.

  But she’d told him she just wanted to be friends. So he was tossing the ball back into her court.

  And maybe that was good.

  He held her hand as they drove back, his thumb rubbing against hers as if to say, all in good time.

  Right.

  They’d hit the beach.

  And then…

  “Hey, sleepy head.”

  Mel jerked awake, that embarrassed where the hell am I feeling quickly colliding with the awkward realization that she’d probably been drooling. They were in front of the hotel, and Cade was smiling at her. Maybe he had a drool fetish.

  God, she had weird thoughts when half-awake.

  “I drifted off?” she croaked, rubbing her hands over her face as she shook off the sleep.

  “Yeah.” He grinned. “It’s okay. Let’s get you upstairs.”

  “Mmm. And then the beach.”

  “If you don’t fall asleep in the shower.”

  “I won’t.” I want to rub sunscreen all over you. Hard to do that in my sleep.

  “And food first. I was going to feed you a protein bar, but since we’re here, do you want me to order room service?”

  Normally she’d say they should go to the restaurant and save the delivery fee, but she was tired, and eating in the privacy of their room with Cade? That was too tempting to pass up. “Yes, please.”

  He kissed her forehead. “My pleasure.”

  When she got out of the shower, scrubbed clean from head to toe, he told her sandwiches had been ordered. And ten minutes later, while he was still in the shower, the knock came at the door.

  Mel tightened the belt on the robe she still hadn’t changed out of and let the waiter in. She tried to tip him, but he waved her off, saying it had already been taken care of.

  “You didn’t need to pay for lunch,” she called out as Cade cracked open the bathroom door. She could see him through the opening, a towel wrapped low on his hips as he tidied up his shave kit on the counter.

  “Sure I did,” he said with a slow, easy grin, joining her in the room. “And at some point we’re going to talk about how you shouldn’t pay for all of this, because I’m not really here just to do you a solid, right?”

  “You’re not?” She should listen, pay attention to this conversation. Keep her gaze glued on his face instead of following the last few water droplets rolling down his chest and into the narrow path of dark hair swirling around his belly button. His torso was a thing of beauty. She already knew that from the day before. Hell, she’d known that from how he wore a dang shirt, but now…now they were alone. In a room with a bed, and he was only wearing a towel and she was only wearing a robe.

  He laughed and pushed her into one of the chairs at the small table. “Eat.”

  Oh, she wanted to eat all right. Him, from tip to toe.

  Instead, they talked about the race and more about the training she’d done. She swelled with pride as he praised her trail-running skills, and blushed when he winked after pointing out he liked running behind her.

  “I know the feeling,” she murmured.

  They shared a heated gaze for a second before he broke away and pointed to her sandwich—lobster salad with thick-cut applewood bacon on grilled sourdough. “Good?”

  “So good. Oh my God.” She lifted the plate, offering him the second half. “You want to try?”

  “Are you full?” He furrowed his brow. “We burned a lot of energy this morning.”

  “Yeah. I want the other half of yours.”

  He laughed hard at that and they switched plates. His grilled chicken, pineapple and avocado wrap wasn’t quite as good as her sandwich, but there was something special about the share that made her float a few inches off the ground. It was…relationship-y.

  Maybe Cade’s whack-a-doodle idea about taking things slow had some merit. Maybe, if she let him in, he could be more than a fling.

  Maybe she was ready to try something other than a casual hook-up. Maybe she was ready to put her heart back in the game again.

  “So,” he said, wiping his mouth with his napkin and tossing it onto the plate. “Beach?”

  Beach. Bikini. Sunscreen. “Oh yeah, definitely.”

  They took turns using the washroom to get changed again, but Mel didn’t take her cover-up in with her. And she didn’t miss the sizzle in Cade’s eyes when she came out in a light orange two-piece that cut low on her hips and lifted her breasts just so. It wasn’t overly skimpy, but it showed off her best assets, and now she was grateful she’d packed it—her other swim suit was a pretty basic white one-piece.

  She took her time sliding on a cover-up, Cade’s gaze burning into her skin.

  As they stepped onto the elevator, she tripped over the toe of her flip-flops, and his hand, which had been hovering just behind the small of her back, wrapped lightning-quick around her waist and stopped her from falling forward.

  “Easy there, beautiful,” he murmured in her ear, and she swallowed hard to keep from suggesting they just turn around and go back to the room. Keep touching me, she wanted to scream.

  She didn’t need to.

  He kept his hand on her waist, like a hot-iron brand of possession, until they were downstairs and moving through the crowded lobby.

  They found two sun-loungers together on the beach and Mel fished her bottle of sunscreen out of her bag as they stood between the chairs. She wiggled it in the air. “Can I do your back?”

  He flexed his shoulders as she stroked the protective cream over every inch of exposed skin.

  “Turn around,” she whispered. She didn’t miss the half-chubby he was sporting when he did. He didn’t try to hide it, and she didn’t bother to hide that she looked for it.

  As soon as she took off her cover-up, he’d see her nipples were tight and peaked, too. This prolonged tease was getting to both of them.

  Inhaling roughly, she stroked over his chest, circling his pecs. She was eye-level with the piercing. Her mouth watered at the up-close view of it.

  “I can do my own front,” he said, his words strained.

  “I…okay.” She blinked up at him just as he closed the gap between them and, cupping her face in both of his hands, kissed her roughly.

  “If you keep going, I’ll embarrass myself,” he whispered.

  She laughed quietly. “So I shouldn’t ask you to do me now?”

  He crowded even closer to her, pressing his erection into her belly. “That’s a dangerous request. I’m not the boy scout you think I am.”

  “Who says I want you to be a boy scout?”

  His eyes flared dark as he grabbed the sunscreen bottle from her hands and pointed for her to lie down and stretch out. She whipped off her gauzy sundress and did as he commanded. Unlike her, he didn’t concentrate just on her back. He started at her feet and worked his way up, and when he traced his slick fingertips along the bottom edge of her boy-short swim bottoms, she
thought she might lose it, too.

  But as soon as he reached her arms, he moved away, leaving a lingering sweet kiss on the top of her head.

  They lay in the sun for almost an hour. When Cade finally rolled over, she handed him the sunscreen so he could finish the job he’d stopped her from doing earlier.

  Which meant she got to see him touch himself, which was almost as good as doing the touching herself.

  He watched her watching him, and when he got to his right pec, he lingered on the piercing.

  So did she, with her eyes. And her mind. Her curiosity finally got the better of her. “Did it hurt?”

  “Afterward. Like any other stitches or injury.”

  “I wouldn’t know.”

  “You’ve never had any stitches?”

  “Nope. No broken bones or hospital visits, either.”

  “Good,” he said softly, his eyes running over her body. “I’d hate to think of your beautiful skin being wounded in any way.”

  She shifted restlessly on the chaise lounge. “Does it feel good?”

  He lifted one brow and his lips twisted in a secret smile. “What do you mean?”

  “I’m assuming that’s why you got it. Not just for looks, although…it looks good.” She glanced at it again, her gaze lingering on the silver balls on either end of the bar. On the small brown nipple in between, and the flat disc of skin behind it. Would it feel good on my tongue?

  He waited until she looked back up at his face, then he smirked ever so slowly, making her wet and achy just like that. From a smirk. An expression that should have made him look like an asshole. It really didn’t. “Yeah, it feels good.”

  “That’s…good.”

  He held her gaze, stretching the heavy pause between them. Then he lowered his voice, for her ears only, and poured gasoline on the fire already sizzling in her veins. “I tug on it. When I’m getting myself off. I jerk myself with my right hand, and rock my left thumb over the piercing. That’s why it’s on the right.”