She kissed him along the side of his jaw, pressing herself closer to him. “But I’m not fifteen anymore. And my definition of heaven has changed a little bit.”
Blue’s definition of heaven was right here in his arms.
He kissed Lucy hard and deep, and she locked her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. She was ready for him—he could feel her smooth, slick heat as their bodies strained to become one.
But he pulled back at the same moment she did.
“Condom,” she breathed, her eyes wide as she gazed at him.
“Yeah.”
“Will it work in the water?”
“Oh, yeah.”
He scrambled up to the grass, to where he’d thrown his shirt. He rummaged quickly through his pocket, and was back beside her in a matter of moments. And then she was in his arms once more and he kissed her yet again. She pulled him closer to her, opening herself to him, moving her hips and sending him thrusting deeply into her hot tightness.
The sensation was incredible. Lucy’s wet body was his to touch, to mold around him. As her strong legs locked around his waist, he held her derriere, pressing her tightly against him as together they set a feverish, passionate, primitive rhythm.
She pushed her wet hair out of her face, then swept Blue’s hair back, too. She ran her fingers through the wetness and pulled his mouth up to hers for a hard, fierce kiss.
Blue couldn’t believe he’d spent all day trying to convince himself that this shouldn’t happen again. He couldn’t believe he’d actually thought he’d be able to turn Lucy down. He couldn’t believe he’d climbed out of her bed this morning, thinking he should run or try to hide from her.
Without a doubt, he was going to be in her bed again tonight. And this time he was going to do his damnedest to never leave.
Never leave.
Never.
The words surrounded him, pressing down on his chest with more suffocating force than the water around him. Blue could barely breathe—he was drowning in emotion. Damn, but where had that crazy thought come from? And it was crazy. He was career Navy. He was a SEAL. And SEALs left. That’s what they did. They left. Always. There was always someplace new to go, something else to do.
He wasn’t in love with this woman. He couldn’t possibly be. He’d felt no lightning bolt. He’d had no vision, seen no special sign. Fireworks hadn’t exploded overhead the first time he’d gazed into her eyes. The earth hadn’t moved under his feet.
But, mercy, it sure as hell was moving now.
His strange thought about never leaving had to be some kind of reaction to this intense physical pleasure. He had found his perfect sexual match in Lucy Tait; that was for damn sure. He’d always liked sex—hell, that was an understatement—but it had never been even remotely like this before.
Never.
Blue felt Lucy’s lithe body tighten against his, and he knew she was close to her release. He was right there with her, and all his thoughts fled.
“Oh, Blue.”
She pulled back to gaze into his eyes, letting him see the power he held over her. He saw something else, too. Something warm and loving. Something more than the raw physical lust that bound them together.
He knew in that instant that he wanted to take her with him to a place she’d probably never been before. He wanted to make this single moment she was sharing with him one that she’d never forget.
“Breathe,” he told her hoarsely. “Take a deep breath.”
The faintest flash of confusion appeared in her eyes, and then she understood. She breathed, filling her lungs and holding the air in. And then Blue pulled her back with him, underneath the surface of the water.
It was dark and so utterly silent. Blue loved it down there, in that other world beneath the water. He couldn’t get enough of the strangely quiet blueness, of the sense of peace that being underwater gave him. He’d clocked a lot of hours with his scuba gear, and never passed up an opportunity to dive. Still, he knew that many people felt claustrophobic and closed in underwater. He loosened his hold on Lucy, ready to let her go if she panicked and suddenly sought the surface. She wasn’t afraid, though. She kissed him with an urgency he matched, air bubbling up around their faces.
With his hearing muffled and his vision reduced, Blue’s remaining senses heightened. The taste of Lucy’s mouth turned sweeter. And his tactile sense sharpened, the sensation of their rhythmic movement making him delirious from the sheer, pure, focused pleasure.
Blue pulled Lucy up with him, up to the surface of the water, up to the air, and together they gasped for breath as still their rhythm didn’t slow, didn’t stop.
“More,” she gasped.
It was all he had to hear. He waited only for her to draw in another long, deep breath, and then he pulled her back down under the water again, and again the magical silence surrounded them.
Lucy’s hair floated around them, moving slowly, lazily, a direct counterpoint to the wild movement of their bodies. Blue found her breast with his mouth, drawing her taut nipple in, sucking, pulling. He felt her grip him even tighter, felt the turbulence as the waves of her release began. Then, there in the silence beneath the water, Blue lost control. He was totally decimated. Every cell in his body exploded in a dizzying rush of exquisite pleasure so overwhelmingly pure, so incredibly sweet.
He drew in a breath in an attempt to steady himself—and got a cold lungful of water.
Blue pulled Lucy up to the surface with him, sputtering and coughing. But his footing was unsure and he slipped, dunking himself again. The water closed over his head, and he felt a flash of panic as his lungs burned and his chest heaved. He was desperate to expel the water he’d inhaled, desperate for air.
But Lucy was there, pulling him up and out. With her help, he crawled out of the water and collapsed, facedown, on the grass, coughing and retching as his body fought to clear his lungs.
Finally, finally he could breathe, but still it took several minutes longer before he could speak. He could feel Lucy, sitting patiently beside him, soothingly stroking his hair.
He lifted his head and glanced up at her, chagrined.
“Are you all right?” she asked.
Blue nodded. His throat burned and his eyes watered, but he was okay. “I’m embarrassed as hell.” He could do little more than whisper in a raspy voice.
Her eyes were dancing with amusement and she was trying as hard as she could not to smile. “It’s not every day I have to save a Navy SEAL from drowning.”
“It’s not every day I try to breathe H2O. You’d have thought I would’ve learned that day one of BUD/S training.” Blue pushed himself up and slid back down into the pond. He cupped his hands and brought some of the cold, clean water up to his mouth, swishing it around before he spit it back out.
Lucy’s smile slipped out as she watched him. “You were distracted.”
Blue couldn’t argue with that. She was still distracting as hell, sitting so casually on the grass, the moon bathing her naked body with its silvery light. But the real truth was that he’d lost control. Totally. Without question. For the first time in his life he had been out of control.
The emotional impact of that hit him square in the gut, and he had to look away from her. He’d been out of control. Hell, he was still out of control.
He heard her stand up and turned to see her gathering up her clothes. “Let’s head inside,” she said, “before I become one giant mosquito bite.” She nudged his shoulder holster with one toe. “Come on, McCoy. Grab your stuff.”
Come on, McCoy. She spoke to him casually, lightly—the way she’d speak to a friend, not a lover. And she didn’t wait for him to come out of the water. She started walking back toward the house without him. Doubt churned inside Blue, and he wondered if maybe she hadn’t had the same incredible depth of sensations—he didn’t dare call them feelings—that he’d had when they made love. But he could have sworn he’d seen something besides friendship and desire in her eyes.
But maybe he’d been wrong.
Of course, he was the one who hadn’t held her in his arms after they’d made love. He should have kissed her, stayed close to her as the calming afterglow of their lovemaking surrounded them. Instead he’d tried to breathe water, and their intimacy had ended far too abruptly.
He pulled himself out of the water, then gathered up his things and sprinted after Lucy.
She was walking through her backyard buck naked, and he had to smile at her matter-of-factness. It was clear that she’d gone skinny-dipping in her pond on more than one occasion. She was quite comfortable walking back to her house without her clothes on. And she had every right to be. The neighbors’ houses were some distance away, and the trees and bushes around the edges gave the big yard additional privacy.
On a whim, he dropped his bundle of clothes as he caught up with her. He pulled her into his arms and spun her around in an inexperienced attempt at a dance move. He’d never done more than a slow rock-and-grind the times he’d danced with women in the various bars and roadhouses that Alpha Squad had visited. But despite his clumsiness, Lucy dropped her own clothes on the lawn, spinning around him with a fluid grace.
“So you do dance naked in your backyard,” he said. “I knew it.”
She laughed. God, he loved the sound of her laughter.
“Only in the company of very good friends.”
Friends. There was that word again. And again it was accompanied by that nagging sense of doubt, and an unidentifiable but decidedly unpleasant feeling in the pit of his stomach.
He spun her back toward him and into his arms, holding her close as they moved slowly back and forth in time with the silent melody of the night. Unrestricted by clothing, Lucy’s body swayed against his, her soft breasts touching his chest, her stomach brushing his arousal. And he was aroused. Again. Or maybe not again, maybe still aroused. Maybe he was going to be aroused for the rest of his life, regardless of how many times he made love to this woman.
Lucy was looking up at him, her eyes wide, her smile fading at the sudden intensity of the moment. She felt it, too—she had to feel it, too. Whatever this was, this almost palpable connection between them, this sensation of breathless, out-of-control wonder as he gazed into her eyes, she felt it, too.
Blue lowered his mouth and kissed her, a slow, soft kiss that made his eyes tear from its sweetness. When he spoke his voice was husky. “You gonna invite me in?”
“I thought I already did.” Her voice shook slightly.
“You didn’t invite me up to your room.”
“My door is still unlocked.”
“I didn’t want to—”
Lucy finished for him. “Assume. I know. Never assume.” She threaded her fingers through the hair at his nape, smiling up into his eyes. “Although I’m going to risk assuming that you’d like to go upstairs in the very near future…”
“That assumption is correct.” Blue smiled. “Of course it’s based on fact—”
“A hard fact,” Lucy agreed, her grin making her cheeks dimple. “A very hard fact.”
Blue kissed her again. This kiss was still as sweet, but it was laced with a searing fire. She pressed herself against him and he had to release her. If he didn’t, he knew they’d never make it inside the house. He grabbed their clothes from the ground and tugged her toward the back porch.
It was crazy, insane. They’d just made love. They’d just had a sexual experience so intense that Blue had lost all sense of up and down.
But already he wanted her again. Right there in the backyard. Right on the lawn. Or on the porch. Right there on the porch. He pulled her to him, kissing her feverishly as she opened the screen door and pulled him inside. Or maybe on the kitchen table. That was as good a place as any. He threw down their clothes, freeing his hands to touch her, to fill his palms with her softness as he kissed her again. But she escaped, pulling him with her up the stairs and down the hall to her bedroom.
The intensity of his desire would have been frightening if not for the fact that she clearly felt it, too.
She clung to him, kissing him fiercely as he somehow managed to cover himself, to protect them both.
And then she pulled him back with her onto the colorful sheets of her bed, crying out with pleasure as he filled her.
Oh, yeah.
This thing that he felt, whatever it was, Blue knew she had to feel it, too.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
“WHO’S THE MAN in the picture?”
Lucy was lying with her head on Blue’s shoulder, tracing the hills and valleys of the well-developed muscles of his chest. His words didn’t make sense—not until she lifted her head and looked into his eyes. Even then she wasn’t sure what he was talking about.
“What picture?”
“The one on your dresser,” he said, gesturing with his head toward the other side of the room. “There’s a framed photo of you with a man.”
“Edgar Winston.” She realized which picture Blue was talking about and pushed herself up so that she could look at him more comfortably. She rested her head on one hand, supported by her elbow. “He was a friend of mine.”
Blue looked away from her, across the dimly lit room toward the chest of drawers where the photo sat. He couldn’t possibly have seen the picture’s details from here. Lucy knew he must have noticed it at some other time. But the thought of him in here without her, looking at her things, didn’t upset or offend her. In fact, her response was quite the opposite. It made her feel good, warm. Blue was curious about her. He wanted to know more.
“A friend,” he said quietly. He turned back to her, gazing into her eyes. His were serious and very blue. “The way I’m your friend?”
Was it possible that Blue was jealous? Lucy’s heart started beating a little harder. If he was jealous, then maybe he felt more for her than simple friendship.
“Are you talking about sex?” she asked. “Do you mean, like, did I sleep with him?”
He smiled, the laughter lines around his eyes crinkling. “You know, that’s what I do love about you, Lucy. You just grab right hold of the point of a conversation and shake it by the neck. No tiptoeing around.”
That’s what I do love about you…In the context of Blue’s sentence, it was only a figure of speech. Lucy ached for it to be true. If only he loved her. The way he’d made love to her tonight, both out at the pond and here in her bed, she could almost believe that he felt something for her. Something powerful and strong. Something a lot like love.
But that was just her own wishful thinking.
“Isn’t that what you’re trying to find out?” she asked Blue. “Whether or not sex was part of my relationship with Edgar?”
“Yeah,” he said, laughing silently. “You’re right. That’s exactly what I’m trying to find out.” He leaned forward, propping himself up on his elbows in order to kiss her. “I’m sorry, though. It’s not my business. I shouldn’t have asked. You don’t have to tell me.”
“Don’t you want me to tell you?”
He knew she was teasing him and he grinned good-naturedly. “What I want,” he said, “is for you to tell me everything there is to know about this Edgar guy, starting with the fact that there’s no chance at all he’s going to show up here angry as hell, wielding a double-barrel shotgun and threatening to blow me to kingdom come.”
“There’s no chance of that,” Lucy said quietly. “He’s dead.”
Blue closed his eyes, silently cursing himself out. Of all the insensitive things he could have said…. “Aw, Lucy, I’m sorry.”
“You didn’t know. How could you have known?”
“I’m still sorry,” he said again.
She reached out, touching the side of his face. Her fingers were cool against his skin and she touched him so gently. “He was my business partner,” Lucy said. “And, yes, our relationship was totally platonic. No sex. Even if he was still alive, he wouldn’t have shown up waving a shotgun. He would’ve approved of you. He had a thing fo
r well-built blondes himself.”
Her words took a moment to sink in. “You mean, he was…?”
“Gay,” Lucy said. “I met Edgar in college. Two days after we first met, it was as if we’d been best friends forever. We went into business together after we graduated. Computer software design. We had an office in Charleston and we made money like crazy.”
“I didn’t know you had your own business,” Blue said, taking her hand and lacing their fingers together. Her hands were slender but strong, with long fingers and short nails.
She made a face at him. “What did you think I did between college and six months ago when I joined the Hatboro Creek police force?”
He shook his head. “I don’t know. I guess…” He shrugged. “I didn’t think about it. I just always pictured you here in town all that time. But you were living in the city.”
“Actually, I moved back to Hatboro Creek about a year ago,” Lucy told him. “Right after Edgar died….”
He rarely saw her when she wasn’t smiling, Blue realized. Lucy was usually so upbeat, with a smile or a grin at least lurking, ready to break free. But now her eyes were filled with a quiet sadness that made him ache for her.
“I’m sorry,” Blue murmured. “How did he…?”
“AIDS,” she said flatly. “It was awful. He got so sick. I just watched him…disappear.” Her voice broke and she had to look away from him. Blue didn’t want to hear this.
But he did. He touched the side of her face, gently pushing her hair behind her ear. Lucy glanced up into eyes so warm and blue and sympathetic she felt her own eyes fill with tears.
“It’s hard to watch someone you love die,” he said softly. “It’s hard to know what to say or do.” He paused. “I have a friend—Frisco. Alan Francisco. He didn’t die, but he’s wheelchair-bound. I never know what to say to him anymore. I don’t know how to treat him.”
“You treat him exactly the same way you did before,” Lucy said. With her free hand, she wiped the tears from her eyes.
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