His blue eyes pierced her again—with what he didn’t say.
They retrieved Christy’s Honda at the real estate office and Kyle followed her over to the Infinity complex.
“Some of these places went for close to a million dollars when they first came up for resale,” Christy said as she let them inside the furnished model with her passkey. “My mother was one of the first to buy. She got in under a special housing density program.” They both stepped into a beautifully staged great room and kitchen. Through tall picture windows, the bay gleamed as if covered with shattered glass. He opened the sliding glass door and stepped onto the balcony.
“Nice place. Doubt I could afford it.” He turned, resting his back against the black iron railing, his bulging package prominent. He cocked his head, removed his sunglasses and asked, “How much?”
“This one’s five sixty. But we could make them an offer. It’s owned by the bank. If you have some sort of down payment, this could be financed VA.”
“Not sure I have enough.” He walked past her and waited by the slider opening.
“Want to see the rest of the place? It has a nice big bedroom.”
She slipped through the door, close to his body, and heard his inhale. He didn’t move out of the way.
“I don’t care about the big bedroom. I like a big bed,” he whispered, his voice husky.
She melted and didn’t dare look back at him, but instead kept walking down a short hallway, past a guest bath and into a bright bedroom. A full-sized bed, covered with a flowered green bedspread, sat against the far wall. She stopped at the foot and immediately felt his heat behind her.
“Too small,” he whispered. When she turned to look, his eyes focused on her lips. Her knees were shaking. She melted when she heard him murmur, “But it will have to do.” He leaned in and kissed her.
She raised her arms up over his shoulders and loved the feel of his firm chest pressed against her breasts, the way one arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her to his groin. His other hand fisted in her hair at the back of her head. His wet kiss opened more than her lips. It opened her soul. He plunged his tongue into her mouth, lacing over her teeth, searching. She granted him full access to everything in the moan she couldn’t help but give him.
He pulled her tighter against the rock wall of his upper torso. She spread her legs and rubbed herself against his thigh with a need she’d not felt in years. Her fingers entwined the short, curly hair at the nape of his neck, then slid around to trace down under his jaw. She pulled away to look at him, needing to see his eyes.
Without saying anything, she held his face in her hands and stared into the azure sparkles of his soul. One vein pulsed at his forehead as he allowed her to examine the questions written there, the traces of need and pain, of hurt and loss. He let her see it all. And she knew she could heal him.
She stepped on tiptoes and leaned against him again, as his hand slipped under the skirt of her sundress and smoothed over the lace panties she so carefully had put on for him.
He kneeled and buried his head under her skirt, licking the smooth satin fabric and then poking his tongue around the elastic to find the slit of her sex.
“Oh, God, Christy,” he whispered through the layer of her dress as he sought her nude opening. And then the roughness of his tongue laved her, deepening their connection. She released herself to his hungry mouth.
Her thighs trembled, her hands clutching the hair at the top of his head as she leaned into him, pressed into him, and begged him. She begged him to take all of her, anything he wanted, as much as he wanted.
Anything.
He came out from under the cotton fabric, a wet grin on his face, eyes blazing, and slowly rose, standing in front of her. He slipped her dress off like lifting a piece of tissue paper from a lingerie box, then stared at her bra and panties. It registered what she had done for him. That she anticipated him seeing those lovely lacy things.
And she could tell it thrilled him.
Christy removed his T-shirt, then let her palms slide over his hairless ribcage and nipples as she squeezed the heavy muscles underneath. His broad shoulders were more massive than she had remembered. Her fingers snaked around his thick neck as she pulled him down to her lips and made him cover hers.
She moved her hands to the button fly on his jeans, squeezing his erection, which earned her another moan. His hands kneaded her ass, pulling her to him and pinning her arms between their bodies, palms to his chest.
“Should we go to my place?” she asked.
He smirked and looked her over as she stood before him, clad only in her lacy underwear, and shook his head slowly. “Too late. Maybe later.” He stepped closer, holding her head with one warm palm that turned her ear to his lips. “Maybe tonight. Maybe all night?”
“I might need you all night.”
“I can deliver whatever you need. I promise.”
She needed his pants off right now. She slipped them down his nonexistent hips and then over huge thighs, taking off his briefs with them. His warm cock bounced to life. She palmed the entire length of his shaft and squeezed the moist tip. She sat at the edge of the bed and put her lips over the helmet of his crown and tasted him.
His breath came harder as she worked on him, his fingers sifting through her hair, pushing her head into his groin. Then he lifted her under the arms and lay her back on the bed. He made short work of her panties, leaving her bra in place. His fingers massaged her opening as he climbed on top of her. His gaze searched her eyes, then sought her mouth. First one, and then a second finger tucked into her folds and she thought she would explode. Christy stroked his length and helped guide him, pushed the head of his shaft against the wetness of her sex. And rubbed.
God, I need this.
A shrill voice came from the living room. “Okay, now we have this one here. It’s a little on the small side.”
Christy and Kyle looked in panic at each other as they realized a Realtor was showing the home in the next room. Kyle quickly leapt off the bed and slammed the door, which drew a resounding “Oh” from a female on the other side.
They dressed and straightened the bed. Christy’s cheeks were on fire as she looked at Kyle. She swallowed, and then opened the door to face their audience. A portly woman too large for her height stood armed with an expression of surprise and disgust.
“Sorry. We had to use the bathroom,” Christy said, realizing too late the water to the unit had probably been turned off.
The Realtor looked at them like they were road kill, but the young couple behind them grinned from ear to ear.
“Hey, no problem, guys,” the man said. “It happens.” He squeezed his wife’s shoulder.
Christy handed the Realtor the passkey and realized as she did so that her panties hung around her wrist. The older woman inspected her hand and shot back a hateful look with black, beady eyes. “This is way out of line, missy. I’m going to have to report this.”
Everyone else but Christy jumped in with a comment. Then Kyle grabbed Christy’s hand and they escaped together down the hallway to the elevator.
“I can’t believe I just did that,” she said, looking at the floor.
Inside the elevator, Kyle took the panties from her fist and buried his nose in them, then gave her a smirk. She grabbed them back, stuffing them inside her bra. He was enjoying her turmoil way too much.
“Regrets?” Kyle asked as he stepped close to her, tracing the form of her right breast with his forefinger and then squeezing her nipple.
She had to admit that even if she lost her job, which most assuredly could happen, it was worth it. She squeezed his package as she pressed herself to his chest again. “Not one. You?”
“Only one, but I’m going to fix that right away.” His deep, penetrating kiss turned her bones to rubber as the doors to her floor whooshed open.
Chapter 7
Kyle pressed himself against Christy’s backside as she worked the lock on her door. He flipped her s
cented blond hair off her shoulder and kissed her soft neck. She arched her rear into his groin, rubbing against his shaft. He was so hot for her, he wondered if they would make it to the bedroom.
The door gave way and Christy turned to face him, her eyes fixated on his lips, then threw one arm about his neck and kissed him. He kicked the door closed and she dropped her purse. Staring at each other, they began to disrobe. He watched her lithe body unsheathe itself from her dress. The bra was his to remove. He pulled her hands from her back and stuck them down his unzipped jeans. Her fingers found him and then pushed his pants over his hips. At last they embraced fully naked, flesh on flesh.
He picked her up and she encircled his waist with her legs, pressing against him, rubbing her sex against his cock, kissing first the line under his jaw and then fully on the lips as he inhaled her.
After he placed her down on the bed, he whispered in her ear, “I need protection. Let me go…”
“Shh. I have some.’ She arched and rolled over to her tummy, exposing her plump ass as she reached for the bedside table and pulled open a drawer. He could see the little fruit of her sex, hairless and wet. He rose up and covered her body, pushing his shaft into the crease between her legs, begging for entrance. She flipped to her knees, raising herself up off the bed just high enough so he could slip a hand there and plunge two fingers inside her wet opening.
She gasped and spread her knees out wider, arched up and slapped her palms against the wall. He spotted a red foil packet in her right hand. He removed his fingers, slid his thighs under hers and pressed his chest against her back. He grabbed the packet and quickly covered himself, while she moaned and leaned back against him, turning her head, giving him a mouthful of blond tresses until her lips found his.
Ready and poised at her opening, he stopped, then tenderly removed the hair that separated their cheeks and pressed his forehead to the side of her face by her temple.
“Christy, Christy,” he murmured. He wanted to be covered in her scent, wanted every part of his body rubbing against hers. He wanted her to rub off all the roughness, all the little scars and nubs of his soul.
Make me clean. Bring me back to life.
He plunged in from behind, watching the long curls fall down the silky softness of her back. He brushed them aside and kissed one vertebrae at a time while his cock slowly had its way with her, drawing back and plunging in, back and forth in a rhythm he would not be able to sustain for very long.
She had gone liquid, as if made without bones or cartilage. Her body pressed against him, needing him, drawing him deeper inside her. She gasped for air as he slid to the hilt and then slowly drew out. With gentle rhythms he rode her, loving the feel of her flesh covering his cock, loving how each wave of pleasure brought him to the edge and then back again as he withdrew and plunged again and again.
He clutched her breasts as he pumped her. He held her by the waist and moved her up and down on his shaft as he arched his groin into her. At last, the muscles in her sex tensed and then released as she shuddered. He moved even slower, in and out, as every delicious ripple of her orgasm wash over both of them.
At last he could hold on no longer, and with one last plunge to answer her soft, satisfied whimper, he burst forth and came, rooting and planting himself deep inside her. She squeezed every drop from him as he continued to pump and then lurched one more time. They collapsed on the bed, his body covering hers.
He wanted to be careful with this delicate creature lying beneath him, the one who smelled of lavender and vanilla, of the sweet sweat of her arousal. His hands were too callused to rub across her soft breasts and down her arms, but he needed to feel the smoothness of her skin, as if the more he stroked her, the more he would be healed.
He nuzzled and found the back of her neck and kissed her there, feeling the vibrations of her sigh, her chest moving down into the bed as his body could do nothing but follow her. He continued to nuzzle, kiss and give her little bites, tasting the salt of her skin along her neck, under her ear. His tongue found the upturned curl of her closed lips and he could tell she was smiling. He begged for her to open to him again.
She rolled to the side and faced him as he pulled out and then repositioned himself, covering her chest and lower abdomen from on top. His hands held her face as his thumbs traced over her cheekbones, her lips. He slid his fingers behind her head and cupped her, raising her up to meet his lips again in a long, languid kiss. She studied him deeply and he saw her face was wet with tears.
“Hey. Are you okay?” He wondered if he had hurt her in some way. The glittering moistness in her eyes drew him in and he wanted to forget who he was and where he was. Almost, but not quite.
He could tell she wanted to say something as he watched her think, but she chose to stay silent. Some day he might want to let a woman tell him things of her heart, but not today. It was way too soon. This was just beautiful sex.
Yet, something had shifted. Certain words would have to remain unspoken for now. But he knew he’d found someone very rare and very lonely, like he was. It would be difficult to let her go, like she belonged to him already. Or maybe he needed something she had. Something he would protect.
They rested, then made love again as the raging orange sunset streamed through her bedroom window. All he wanted to do was watch her face as she came, as he shot her full of his seed. He couldn’t be deep enough inside her, touch enough of her skin, or hear enough of her little moans and whimpers as he poured out everything he had. He slid in and out of her and watched her bloom for him, open to him, need him. And he could do this. He could be there for her, could send them both into ecstasy. Every soft brushing of her lips on his flesh brought on a new wave of strength and the desire to own every inch of her body—the desire to give her all of his body in return.
They played in the shower until the hot water ran out, then they dressed and went to the harbor and ate at the Salty Dog cafe she knew about that overlooked boats of every size. The moonlight shimmered on the still waters of the inlet.
Kyle turned back to her face, which was lit by the table candle that flickered, sending dancing shadows like a fan dance that first covered up and then revealed her sweet smile. He wanted her all over again, but that was foolish. He braced for the cold blast of reality to follow. This was wrong. He needed to find Armando first. The Navy came second. There was no room for a third option.
So what’s going on with you? Wake up, Kyle. You know better. You’ve warned other men on your team about this. It’s nice being with her, but let’s not get lost here.
“You come to this place a lot?” she asked, as if testing the waters.
“Actually, I’ve never been. Don’t normally hang out in this part of town. But I can tell you about every dive on Coronado.”
“I’ll bet.”
Two large bowls of seafood chowder delivered to their table broke the silence in the nick of time. The chowder tasted hot and delicious and was accompanied by warm steaming French bread and melted butter, which was the way he liked it. They ate in silence. He’d been starved.
“They fly in the French bread from San Francisco,” she said between bites.
“No wonder you like it here.”
“It’s close. My mom and I used to come here when I’d visit her.”
“That must have been nice.”
When they finished, he avoided her gaze but could tell she was trying to engage eye contact, so he pulled out his phone and checked to make sure the ring was on. No messages, either.
“It’s late and I’m going to have to be going. If you’re done, I’ll walk you back.”
She flinched but seemed to catch herself. Her eyes held lots of questions. Things she had a right to know. A regular tangle of things he wouldn’t be able to answer.
Get out before you get dragged in, Kyle.
“I was hoping you’d stay the night.” She delivered her words with steely coolness.
She was watching him. He knew it was important how he r
esponded. He sensed she was trying her hardest not to look disappointed. Forced casual.
Here it comes. Damn. This is harder to do than I thought. “Sorry. I don’t do the overnight thing…”
“But you said…”
“I’m sorry. I seem to do a lot of apologizing to you.” He looked away quickly. Her body shook as he noticed her composure crumble. He saw the glistening tears out of the corner of his eye.
Give her a chance to recover in private.Being direct is being merciful. Don’t lie to her. It’s cruel to linger. “C’mon, let’s get you home, safe and sound.”
He felt awkward and ashamed he’d crossed the line with her, that he’d made her think there was more to it than just the sex. The incredible sex.
God, I wish there was.
At the lobby of her building, he kissed her. “Thank you. This was nice, Christy.”
“I’d like to do it again sometime.”
She was masking again, trying not to plead. But damn, if he didn’t love the way she wanted him, and how hard he felt she was fighting to cover it up.
Me, too. Fuck. I could do this every night. He shifted his weight and stepped on his own foot to wake himself up—a trick he’d learned in the BUD/S training.
“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves here.” It hurt to say it, but it had to be said. After all, he was a dog. And she deserved way better.
As she opened the heavy glass door, she turned and asked him a question. “Kyle, will I see you again?”
He didn’t want to answer it. He didn’t want to lie. But what was the truth, after all? He sighed. “I think so.” Then he shrugged. “Just not sure when.” He looked down at his feet, then up to her face. “Best not to expect too much out of this.”
She got the message. He saw it in her eyes, in the flicker that registered she’d felt the spear of rejection. He could see she wasn’t used to getting it. And she wasn’t used to giving so freely of herself.
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