by J. M. Madden
His gaze bounced down her body, turning serious. "Yes, you're right. I don't think you need your ego stroked though. You know you have a stunning body. I think something else needs stroked."
Izzy gasped as he reached out and ran a finger down the slope of her breast, circling the hard nipple. Then that teasing finger wandered down her side to her hipbone. Cupping her hip in his hand he tugged her forward.
Izzy didn't wait for whatever he was going to do. She was too curious. Reaching for the belt of his pants she tugged, flipping the belt pieces to the side. Then she unbuttoned and unzipped enough that she could get her hand inside.
Oh, merciful pink petunias. The man was built like a tank. As she eased the elastic of his underwear band down, her heart thudded with anticipation. "Are all Navy SEALs as well-endowed as you are, Mr. Hardwick?"
"Well, they'll probably tell you they are."
Izzy laughed, even as her hand wrapped around his impressive length. Drake groaned as she explored his body, then shimmied enough to force his pants and underwear down his legs. Izzy was glad he managed that because she did not want to let go. The small bandage on his side seemed very bright against his tan skin.
He did pull away, though, and crossed to the go bag she’d just noticed laying on the far bed. The man had an ass like nothing else she'd seen before. Taut and muscled. Then he turned around with a strip of condoms in his hand, and she had to admit that the front was even more impressive than the back. His cock strained upward, heavily veined and throbbing with his heartbeat. It also glistened with moisture at the tip. Damn, he was really on edge.
Drake ripped one of the condoms from the strip, then dropped the rest to the nightstand.
"We only have a little while," she warned. "We have to go back to the reception at some point."
Once again that slow smile spread his lips. "I know."
Then he ripped open the packet and rolled the condom onto himself.
Izzy had been with a few men in her life, but none so sure of themselves. The pure sensuality of the move made her mouth water and her legs tremble. Her body started to move forward before the thought even registered. Drake cupped her face in his hands and leaned down to press a kiss to her mouth. She opened wide as his tongue swept in, welcoming his invasion. As his mouth angled against hers, his hand slipped down to squeeze her ass. Goosebumps raced across her body.
Izzy took that as encouragement to press forward. Drake huffed out a breath as their bodies touched, then he pulled her in tight against himself. Instinctively, Izzy lifted her legs as Drake cupped her ass and he lifted her into his arms. She breathed him deep, basking in spice. Muscles flexed beneath her hands, but he didn’t seem to be straining. There was some jostling as he took a few steps to lean her back against the wall, then he let her body slide lower. As Drake's erection found her entrance, Izzy sighed, but he stilled, a tremor rippling through him.
Though she'd only known him a couple hours, it seemed like she'd been waiting for this moment all her life.
Drake seemed to sense something in the air as well, because he pulled back just for a moment. Long enough to make eye contact. He held that eye contact as he let her slide down the wall, onto his thick erection.
Izzy moaned as he filled her, wondering what the hell she'd gotten herself into. She couldn't move because he held her so tight, but she didn't think she would change anything. They had to go slow or she could be hurt. He seemed to be very aware of what his size could do to her.
But she was also soaked to the point that he glided in surprisingly easy. Her tissues felt every vein, every heartbeat as he settled into her. For a timeless moment, it seemed as if they shared that heartbeat. Then he started to move. Slow, long, gentle slides up into her body, getting her used to him. Izzy couldn't believe how heightened her senses were. Then she caught a glimpse of his muscled body in the mirror, and she could see what he was doing. It was one of the most carnal, seductive images she’d ever seen. Though he'd only been moving for a minute, her arousal began to tighten her body.
"Yes, just like that Drake. Oh, damn, you feel so good."
His movements gained urgency, as if his own orgasm were approaching. He rested his head against her neck as he sped up and Izzy cupped his nape, pressing kisses along his ear and his shaved head.
The position she was in restricted her movement, but she tried to rock into him. His hard hands tightened on her ass, pulling her toward him as he shoved.
Oh, damn, that felt amazing.
Then that heat that had been building suddenly crested. Izzy flung her head back but she had nowhere to go. His hands held her exactly where he needed her and forced her to accept the pleasure he was giving her. Crying out, she contracted in his arms, her body tightening painfully, a sweet, sharp heat rolling through her. Then Drake cried out and it was one of the sexiest things Izzy had ever heard. She cradled him to her as tremors shook him, his body contracting like hers had done moments ago.
Izzy basked in the moment, loving the feel of him in her arms as he splintered apart. When they finally stilled, breathing into each other's necks, she was more stunned than she could ever remember being after sex. Aftershocks rolled through her, making her thighs twitch. When he moved, she blinked her eyes open.
They had slid down the wall, Drake now on his knees and Izzy sitting in his lap, still connected.
"You took my feet out from under me," he groused, but she could see the humor in his expression.
"Probably safer for us both. I'm not sure I can even stand right now."
Grinning, he tweaked her nipple. Izzy shivered at the touch and his gaze sharpened. "Oh, really? Think you can do a round two? I’ve got another one in me."
Grinning right back, she rocked her hips against him.
Drake prodded her to her feet, then escaped to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. Izzy moved to lay down on the comforter, her body lax and sensual. Though she wasn't normally a highly sexed person, the thought of going another ten rounds with Drake held massive appeal. This afterglow was better than anything else she’d ever experienced.
She heard the shower start up, then the sound of feet on tile and the curtain being jerked into place. If she could have found the energy to rise she would have joined him, but she was too content to lay here and just let her body hum with satisfaction.
When he returned a few minutes later, beads of water running down his chest and saw her laid out upon the mattress, fondling her own breasts lazily, his dick began to lengthen. Izzy, suddenly finding the energy to move, reached over her head for the next condom in the strip and ripped the package open. Then she sat up on the side of the bed.
Wiggling her fingers she pulled him close, setting the condom aside. "Before we get too involved..." she murmured, then took his burgeoning length into her watering mouth. Drake groaned, cupping her head in his hands.
The thought of tasting the saltiness of his own previous climax spiked her arousal, but he’d washed it all away. Going down on a man totally lit her fire, but something about doing it for Drake felt different. It felt more natural, more vital. As she teased and nibbled, she wondered if he would let her go all the way with him.
Izzy worked her way down his length as he hardened, cupping his heavy testicles in one hand and the base of his dick in the other. When he began to twitch in time to her movements, Izzy knew she was on the right track. Widening her mouth, she surged down even further.
Drake's fist tightened in her hair until she stopped. Releasing him from her mouth she looked up at him.
The look that settled on his face was pensive and she thought affectionate. "As incredible as that feels, I don't want to come that way. I want to be looking into your eyes when we come together again."
Izzy's heart melted. Wow, she didn't expect that. Without saying anything she released the condom from the wrapper and rolled it down his length, then pushed herself back on the bed. She lifted her arms to him and spread her thighs.
Chapter Four
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nbsp; As Drake looked down at Izzy, her arms open in welcome, he thought he felt something in his chest shudder. There was a smile on her face that he had never seen on any other woman's. Actually, he couldn't ever recall seeing it on any other person's face when looking at him. He and his brothers got along fine from a distance, and his dad liked him well enough he supposed, but he couldn't even name what it was he saw in her expression. Affection? Fondness? Would he even know what love looked like if it happened to him?
Shaking his head, Drake moved forward, letting her arms wrap around him as he settled his hips over hers. This welcoming womanliness would be nice to come home to after a deployment. Or even after a training session. Or a hard run.
His dick settled against her channel with no special direction and they both moaned. Reaching down, he rubbed the head of his cock against the high point of her pussy, around her clit. Izzy cried out, her hips moving in counterpoint to his. Her fingernails dug into his back, but he didn't mind the pain.
Her breathing was picking up again. Pulling away just for a moment, he pressed a line of kisses down the length of her neck, waiting for her body to calm a little. Then, with no warning, he slid deep within her. She cried out, rocking her head into the pillow, her body shuddering again.
"Oh, my god you're huge. Give me a sec to get used to you," she hissed. "This is different than the last position."
Drake stilled, but her tiny quivers and twitches beneath him were just as enticing as anything else they'd done. In spite of holding completely still, he felt his pleasure rising. Then, with a heavy lidded look, she kissed him. You would think since she was on the bottom that her power would be diminished, but it was quite the opposite. With gentle nibbles and kisses, their mouths teased at each other, and Drake was taken aback at the sensuality of the moment. Then she moaned as he seated himself deep inside her. And moaned again as he withdrew.
The sound sent a sharp pang of pleasure through him. It was a kind of proof that he was doing what gave her pleasure. Shoving one arm beneath her hips, he tightened his body against hers, wondering vaguely how they could get closer. Everything about her pleased him, and he wanted to climb into her skin and be a part of her. Maybe then he could get enough.
Izzy panted in his ear. "Yes, yes, yes," she chanted softly in time to his thrusts.
Still seated deep within her, Drake lifted himself. "Close your legs."
She shifted to do as he told her, and the tightness around his dick was almost his undoing. He retreated, then surged forward again, learning the feel of her lengthened channel.
Izzy cried out, her hands fluttering around him, from neck to sides to ass, encouraging him to move again. "More. My god, I thought you felt huge before. I've never... That's amazing..."
Her voice drifted off. She rocked her hips up, even as her legs stayed together between his.
Drake moaned, taken off guard by the desperation he felt in her movements.
"I'm so close," she moaned, hands clutching his butt cheeks. “You rub my clit so nice right there. More, please.”
Feeling just a little evil, Drake stilled above her, savoring the need her body was screaming.
He underestimated her arousal, though. He held completely still, but she still had a small range of movement- up and down beneath him. She rocked her hips faster and faster, the slick grip of her body holding him tight. Drake gasped as the orgasm rushed at him, and he was powerless to deny it. Even as he started to pull away she tightened her grip, riding him to completion from beneath. She cried out, her voice hoarse and her thighs strong as the climax took her over. Drake was right there with her, fighting his body's urge to slam hard and deep.
The way their bodies met was cataclysmic.
They dozed off for half an hour, but they needed the time to recover. Izzy hated to move, but she had to. People were going to be looking for them and asking questions.
When they'd been preparing for the wedding, the brides-maids had been joking about finding a man for the night. Izzy had joked around as well, honestly not believing that she would partake in the risky business of one night stands, but here she was. She thought if it had happened it would have been with her blind date. Instead, she was laying with one of the most extraordinary men she'd ever met and was more sexually satisfied than she'd ever been in her life.
On an even deeper level, she was a little shocked at how comfortable she felt with Drake. They were so very different. She was an eclectic person, she would admit that, but she had a good heart. She was a giving nurse and worked hard for her patients. Drake, on the other hand, was a hero in the truest sense of the word. They were both put on a path to serve the public, apparently, both visibly and covertly, like he did.
The man lay on his side beside her, eyes closed, but she had a feeling he was still awake. Reaching out, she ran a fingertip over the swell of his pectoral muscle. Drake shaved his head skin close, but his chest was nicely furred with black and gray hair. The gray surprised her. He didn't seem old enough for it.
But when she looked at his skin closer, she could see how beat up he was. The job of being a hero for the country obviously came with a lot of cost. Her gaze drifted over him. There was another, deeper knife wound there, and what was obviously another gunshot wound, not the same one she'd spotted earlier. There was a spattering of scar tissue along his ribs, as if he'd been dragged across gravel or something equally as painful that had left its mark. She could see years of pain on his body.
When she glanced up at him, his eyes were open and watching her.
"Why do you do it?" she asked.
One side of his mouth tipped into a smile. "I've always done it. I don't know any other way."
Izzy frowned, thinking about a soldier they'd had on the floor a few years ago. His body had been beat up like this as well, and even though his latest altercation had blown off his leg and written him a pass straight out of the military, she could tell he would go back in in a heartbeat because his team needed him. But the same injury that had taken his leg had also taken part of his vision. You couldn't fight in the military if you couldn't see.
They released the young man from the hospital, but she'd seen him a couple of times after that for one issue or another. Each time he'd seemed a little more depressed, a little more lost. Then he'd come in with vibrant scarlet lacerations down his arms, where he'd tried to open his veins. It had made Izzy so sad. Nurses weren't supposed to become attached to patients, but sometimes it was unavoidable. They lined up psychiatric help for the former soldier and she really hoped he'd taken advantage of it. It had been a few months since they'd seen him.
It had to be hard having such a massive change in your life all at once like that. Did the military give them training when they left like that, so abruptly? They trained them for years to be warriors, but she wondered if the government took the time to train them not to be warriors. Probably not.
"So, I know you're a nurse," he rumbled, "but what else do you do? Do you live in Colorado Springs?"
She grinned, leaning up on her elbow. The sheet gapped seductively over her breasts and he got sidetracked, reaching out to caress. "I do, yes. I like to hike the mountains with my dog, and I try to cook but I'm not very good at it. I like to get busy," she looked out the window, "on breezy afternoons in mountain resorts. How about you?”
Drake grinned slightly and levered up on his own elbow, mirroring her position. "That's really something. I like to hike in the mountains, I'm not much of a cook, and I also," he looked pointedly out the window, "like to get busy on breezy afternoons in mountain resorts."
Izzy laughed, enjoying the glimpse of his humor. Drake seemed like a pretty tightly wound kind of guy. It was good that he could let loose. With a glance at the alarm clock on the bedside table, though, she knew they needed to get moving. They'd been here almost an hour and a half. "People are going to be wondering where we are."
He heaved a sigh and gave her a tight nod. Rolling out of bed she headed for the bathroom for a super qu
ick shower. She didn't wash her hair, but she rinsed everything else. As she was stepping from the stall, she realized Drake had leaned against the jamb to watch her, naked and beautiful, dick semi-erect.
"Sure you don't want to steal a little more time?" he asked, fisting himself.
Izzy shook her head. "As tempting as you are, we've been gone a good while. Aren't your men going to be wondering where you are?"
When he grimaced, she knew she'd gotten her point across. With a harsh sigh, he stepped up to her and gave her a lingering kiss, erection pressing into her belly. Just when she was thinking about saying fuck it and delaying, he stepped back. "If I'm going out there on edge, you are too," he told her softly.
Izzy squealed and smacked his shoulder. "Okay, big man, I see how you are," she laughed.
Drake grinned at her and gave her an audacious wink before stepping into the steaming shower stall. Izzy could only stare at his perfect ass. She jerked her gaze north and tried to concentrate.
"You know this isn't going anywhere, right? We live very different lives." He looked at her but didn't say anything. "Maybe it's good if you turn that shower to cold."
Chapter Five
They drew stares when they reentered the space and Izzy felt like they had 'yes, we fucked' stamped across her forehead. For a moment she felt bad, because she didn't want anything to take the shine from Kiko's wedding. But when a wide-eyed Ginny intercepted her, the grin she'd been fighting spread across her lips, and she had a feeling the message now read, 'Yes, we fucked, and I liked it!'.
With a final glance at Drake, Izzy allowed Ginny to pull her away.
"I can't believe you did it!" she hissed.
"Why not?" Izzy asked, curious.
Ginny waved a hand at her. "Because," she stuttered, then trailed away. "You're a goof but you're not irresponsible. I hope you took precautions."
Izzy scowled. "Really? You're trying to be my mother now? I've been a nurse for years. I think I know how to take precautions against pregnancy."
