SEAL's Technique Box Set (A Navy SEAL Romance)

by Claire Adams

“I do, but practice makes perfect,” he said, placing me down on the bed at an angle. The mattress dipped as my spine hit it. Hanging on to Pacey’s shoulders, I brought him down with me and kissed him passionately.

  “You’re already perfect,” I breathed against his lips.

  “Ditto,” he said, sitting back on his knees to let his eyes run over the length of my body, growing darker and hotter the further he went. His gaze caressed my body, making me feel possessed, cherished, and adored.

  As if he could read my mind, he placed a hand over my heart and drank me in. “I love you. I will cherish you forever, Juliana. I will spend every fucking day for the rest of my life trying to become the man who deserves you.”

  He straightened up off the bed, kneeling by my feet. Undoing the clasps on my shoes, he let them fall to the ground, looking up at me. “Right now, that entails fulfilling a promise that I made to you earlier.”

  Chapter 39

  Pacey

  Christ. Juliana naked on our bed was a sight I was never going to tire of. Her skin slightly flushed and her lips parted in desire, her eyes hungry and darkened with lust. I might just never let her out of bed again.

  It was enough to make my dick throb like a beacon, reminding me to stop gawking at my ridiculously sexy fiancée and to start doing something about that lust in her eyes. Fiancée.

  Imagine that.

  She and my dick were on the same page, since she patted the bed seductively and cocked her head. “You coming?”

  Hopefully soon. “Fuck yes.”

  Without further ado, I crawled onto the bed next to her, resting my hand low on her tummy. She shivered at the light touch, goosebumps spreading on her soft skin. I trailed my hand up past her belly button, her sides, higher. Until I cupped the weight of her breast.

  Bending my head, I caught a nipple in my mouth, biting down lightly with my teeth. A low hum escaped her as her thighs clenched.

  “Pacey.” Her breathy voice was filled with need, my cock pulsed as I traced the circle of her nipple with my tongue before sucking it into my mouth.

  “Oh,” she gasped. My hand traveled down the length of her unbearably sexy body, down her flat stomach to cup her mound and slide my fingers between her slick folds. She arched into me, sending my fingers into her and making me groan out loud.

  Spreading her legs wider, her toned thigh brushed against my cock, and my brain went haywire. The light pressure made my ears ring, and my hips bucked involuntarily against her as a low hiss escaped.

  Her broken, choppy breath filled the air, and her gaze was molten hot as her tongue darted out of her mouth to wet her lips. I released her nipple on another groan, angled my dick away from that perfect thigh, and slid down her body.

  “Spread your legs for me, love.” She did as I asked without hesitation, my fingers stroking her up and down as I took a moment to simply let myself look at her glistening, inviting little pussy.

  Settling in between her legs, I spread them wider with my shoulders and darted my tongue out of my mouth to lick up her seam.

  She gasped and writhed, lifting her hips to keep that delicious pussy in my mouth. I slid my fingers back into her hot cleft and made a come-hither motion, hooking it against the smooth, soft spot inside her that immediately set off a cacophony of moans that fisted my cock.

  Arching my hips into the bed, I groaned at the pressure and prayed to the Gods of self-control that I didn’t lose it right then and there. She was coming at me from all sides, her taste, the smell of her skin, the feel of her velvety wetness on my tongue and coating my fingers. It was the most delicious assault on my senses, and it was perfection.

  She was perfection.

  My balls tightened, and my dick twitched, aching with the need for release, but this moment was bigger than my orgasm-as much as it literally pained me, I had to stave it off. I swallowed hard as I watched her head strain back against the pillow.

  “Does that feel good to you, love?” I demanded hoarsely, plunging my fingers into her.

  I sucked her clit between my lips, and she shuddered, moaning loudly. “Pacey! Yes. Just like that. Don’t stop.”

  Not a fucking chance of that happening. Increasing the speed of my fingers and the flick of my tongue, my other hand went to her hip to anchor her. Her walls started to spasm, caving in around me and gripping my fingers like a vise.

  Her moans became incoherent, and her chest was heaving. She thrust to meet my fingers, and I nibbled at her clit until she clawed at my shoulders and I sucked the bundle into my mouth again, drawing hard.

  A few seconds later, her stomach dipped, and her thighs trembled as she came for me, hips bucking as she screamed my name. My cock jerked right along with her, her orgasm raining down on me until I was one touch away from exploding myself.

  I barely managed to keep it together as I licked her through it, gently lapping up every ounce of her juices before sitting back and drinking her in. Her eyes were half-closed, her chest rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath.

  She was stunning, mouthwatering, heart-constricting, incredibly fucking stunning. And I needed to be inside her more than I needed to take my next breath.

  What I felt for her surpassed anything I ever had before. The need for her was far from being purely physical. It was definitely that too, but it was so much more. I craved the connection, the raw emotion and the primal bond that had only ever come from making love to her.

  When the tremors had all faded, I climbed up the bed and reached for a condom, tearing the foil and sheathing myself so fast that it felt like I deserved to medal in condom rolling. Juliana watched me watch her, her eyes never leaving me as I readied myself and lined our bodies up.

  Brushing a lock of hair away from her face, I pushed against her opening, driving forward inch by excruciating inch. My dick begged me to take her hard and fast, but this wasn’t that.

  As I slid into her, leaning my forehead against hers and keeping my eyes on hers, I wound the fingers on both her hands with mine and raised our joined hands to rest on the pillow beside her head.

  Juliana peered up at me, and I could see the same emotion as I felt present in her eyes. We moved together unhurriedly, and although her pussy gripped me like a boa constrictor and the pressure in my dick and balls was mounting fast, it was somehow secondary to what was happening between us.

  She matched my every thrust, my every move, as if she’d had a game plan to memorize what I was going to do before I did it. Her eyes were bright green as they stared up into mine.

  I’d never felt as connected to another human being as I did to Juliana at that moment. Not even with May; not even close.

  May was the perfect girl for me at the time; I’d been right about that. But there was only one other half of my soul out there, and that was Juliana. Having to fight off the bad guys to get her back made me realize that she, the life we were building together, those things were precious. So much more so than the thrill of the chase or the next mission.

  The more I thought about what Tugger had said, it was becoming obvious that he was right. I’d never had with May what I had with Juliana now. She would never have been a good partner for civilian life, but Juliana, she was everything. My mate who had been made especially for me.

  She was the love of my damn life, and I would spend the rest of it cherishing her, worshipping her, protecting her, and making sure that I was worthy of her. This union of our bodies was a testament to that, and I was enthralled by it.

  “I love you, Juliana,” I bit out through gritted teeth as the strength of my feelings for her and the intensity of the need coursing through my veins took hold of my body.

  “I love you too, Pacey,” she promised in a low moan. “So damn much.”

  Her words kicked me into overdrive, and I surrendered to instinct. My hips took on a life of their own, pumping into her with a rhythm that had me seeing double and pleasure bolting like lightning from my cock to my extremities.

  A rush of heat sn
aked up my shaft at this new pace, my ass muscles clenching, and I pumped harder, drove into her as her whimpers turned into moans and the headboard slammed into the wall behind our heads.

  Jesus, I wasn’t going to last much longer. I needed to get her there with me. Reaching between us to rub her clit, I timed my strokes to my thrusts and Juliana cried out. “Pacey!”

  I bent my head to capture her lips, our eyes remaining fixed on one other as we kissed. Her entire body started shaking as she whimpered against my lips.

  “Let go for me, love; I’m letting go for you,” I gasped out, thrusting into her one final time before she clamped down on my dick and a flood of heat hit me when she came.

  Thank fuck, because I was 30 seconds behind her. I didn’t stand a chance of holding back when she was milking me, drawing me deeper and pulsing around me.

  I followed her over the edge with complete abandon, coming so hard that I nearly blacked out. Heat exploded through me, seizing my muscles as I unloaded deep inside of her, pressing deeper until the last of our tremors subsided and her body, and mine, stilled.

  I collapsed onto her, only barely remembering to catch my weight on my forearms before I completely crushed her. We stayed like that for a long time, taking each other in without breaking eye contact as our breathing slowed. When I finally rolled off her, I rested my head on her chest and listened to her rapidly beating heart slow. Her fingers were knotted in my hair, drawing lazy circles with her fingernails on my scalp.

  Juliana broke our silence by asking quietly, “Where did that come from?”

  “It was good, right?” I didn’t need validation about the sex; her body told me all that I needed to know about that; what I did need was to know if, emotionally, she was as connected as I’d been.

  As if she could read my mind, she sighed softly and tilted my chin upward so I would look into her eyes as she gave me the most perfect answer. “It wasn’t good, Pacey. It was everything. I swear that I felt you in my soul.”

  “I definitely felt you in mine,” I told her, holding her eyes as my head sank back to her chest. “Have you given any thought to the wedding?”

  “Wedding,” Juliana whispered reverently. “No. I’m still struggling to wrap my head around that thought.”

  I stiffened, and she read me like an open book. “No, no, none of that. It’s just, I never thought I’d get to keep you.”

  “Keep me?” I echoed. “You’re never getting rid of me.”

  “Good thing that I love you so much then, isn’t it?”

  “Best thing ever,” I told her. “As for keeping me, Juliana, I’m yours to do with as you will. I just can’t wait to go along for the ride with you.”

  “In that case,” she said, her hand snaking down to cup my cock. Mind-blowing orgasm or no, it rose to meet her hand. Those two were definitely on the same page. “I believe part of our wedding vows will have something to do with honoring your body with mine. How about another sneak preview? We’re celebrating, after all.”

  “Fuck yes.” I loved that her libido matched up perfectly with mine and that she kept up in every sense of the word. It was one of a million things that made up the fabric of who she was, who we were together, that had made me fall so goddamn hard for her.

  “Do you think it’ll always be like this between us?” she asked, as she climbed astride me, lining my dick up with her silky entrance.

  “Fuck yes,” I repeated, thrusting into her in one smooth motion.

  For the rest of that night, I made love to my future wife, and I couldn’t get enough of her. Never would.

  She was my love, my everything, and my home. For the first time since I stepped off that plane that brought me back stateside, I really felt like I was home. And that was something worth fighting for.

  Epilogue

  Juliana

  Three years later

  Wrestling the last bits of clothes into the washing machine, I slammed its lid with a satisfying thud and headed back to the kitchen to check on my quiche. It had taken almost three years to teach myself how to cook, but I felt like I was finally starting to get there. Quiche, however, despite the nightmare that my first attempt had turned into, was a dish that I had long since mastered and that my little family loved.

  Pacey was at work and would be home soon, but I still had a few things left to do before I was done for the day. Before I carried on, however, I wanted to check on the person responsible for the messes I’d spent most of the day cleaning up.

  Popping my head into Jason’s bedroom, my heart fluttered and sang the way it always did when I looked at our 2-year-old son. He was growing a mile a minute, and I could hardly believe that nearly three years had gone by since two little lines on a plastic stick told me that our lives were about to change irrevocably.

  Jason was sitting on the carpet in the center of his bedroom, playing with his absolute favorite toys for the moment: oversized plastic army men that Pacey bought the day we found out that Jason was a boy.

  At only 2 years old, my boy truly was my husband’s child. He had Pacey’s dark hair and beautiful eyes, but the flecks in them were my shade of green instead of Pacey’s gold.

  Two of the men Jason held in his tiny hands were engaged in an epic battle that I was sure Pacey would be proud of. At first, I wasn’t sure whether buying him army men at such a young age was a great idea, but Pacey convinced me that it was a rite of passage for a little boy to have the toys and that he would keep a close eye out for anything inappropriate.

  I leaned in the doorway to his bedroom, folded my arms across my chest, and simply took in my little whirlwind blessing that filled my heart with a joy and gratitude that I couldn’t describe. Jason looked up at me and smiled, his small white teeth gleaming.

  “Mama, did you see Joe win?” His eyes sparkled as he held up the man in his left hand.

  “Sure did, sweetheart. Daddy is going to be so proud of him,” I told Jason, who lived for Pacey’s praise, despite how freely and often he gave it.

  We hadn’t talked about children very much before I found out that we were pregnant with Jason. It had been raining outside, and Pacey had come home late after being stuck in a traffic jam coming home from the next town over. The business had expanded already, and they often had to travel a couple of towns away to service their clients.

  He was tired and annoyed by the time he got home, but like always, his expression softened as soon as he laid eyes on me. He swept me into a big hug, crashing his lips to mine in a kiss that took my breath away.

  “God, I needed that. In fact, it’s the only thing that made it worth my while to get out of bed this morning. I think tomorrow I’ll just stay in it with you.”

  “Sounds like a plan.” Our wedding had been only a couple of weeks before and I’d quit my job at the bank shortly before that and started helping out with the administrative and logistical details of the yard care business, so I’d been working from home.

  Our wedding day was magical and perfect; a small ceremony attended only by those closest to us. It took place on the same hilltop where Pacey had kissed me for the first time. He’d gone out of his way to make sure that everything was just so for our outdoor ceremony and made every dream come true when he promised to love me for the rest of my life.

  Looking at me, like he wanted to start enacting the plan of staying in bed the whole next day immediately, I’d squealed when he threw me over his shoulder caveman-style and carried me to our bedroom. I hadn’t had time to get a word in edgewise.

  Once there, he quickly rid both of us of our clothes and proceeded to rock my world twice, gathered me up in his arms after, and pressed a kiss to my forehead. I was still struggling for words, not entirely sure how to broach the subject.

  His eyes had narrowed as he looked at me quizzically, stroking my hair with one hand and the other resting just about where our baby was growing. “What’s going on in that head of yours, baby?”

  “That’s just it,” I breathed, my heart hammering in
my chest as I considered the magnitude of the bomb I was about to drop on him.

  Palming my cheek, he placed a thumb under my chin and forced me to look into his concerned eyes. “What do you mean?”

  “I, uh, I got some news today, and that’s just it. We’re having a baby, Pacey.” His cheeks paled, and for just a second, I thought he was upset. But then his eyes grew wide, and the only emotion I could make out behind them was elation.

  Fingers digging into my hip, he dragged me closer and kissed me deeply before pulling back to look at me with the most awed expression.

  “Are you serious?” he asked, his gaze locked with mine.

  My lips curled into a small smile as I nodded. “I just did the test, and yeah, I’m serious. I know we never talked much about children, but—”

  “But nothing. This is the best news I’ve ever gotten.” He pressed another kiss to my lips and smiled against them. “How is it possible that life with you just keeps getting better and better?”

  I smiled at the memory now as I watched the tiny baby who’d grown into the sweetest little boy play, walked over to give our son a quick hug, and laughed when he sighed and twisted out of it. “Mommy, no time for hugging. I’m in the middle of a war.”

  “The day you have no time for hugging your mother, you will see what a war really looks like, buddy.”

  Jason’s sweet little laugh followed me down the stairs, and I couldn’t hold back my own grin as I entered the kitchen. Before Jason, when people referred to babies as bundles of joy, I thought they were a little touched in the head.

  He’d taught me the true meaning of that expression the first time I’d laid eyes on him. Combine that with his incredible father and my life was so full, so much of the dream that I’d been too afraid to have that I still pinched myself sometimes.

  The quiche was happily baking away in the oven as I reflected back over the last three years. A couple of minutes later, the front door opened and my gorgeous husband appeared in the kitchen. He opened his arms, and I walked right into them. It was the same thing we still did every day, and I loved the smell of freshly mowed grass and pure sunshine that he emitted.