SEALed With A Kiss: Heroes With Heart

by Low, Gennita

  Well, what did they expect? He was going to get under her skirts sooner or later. This would just heighten the anticipation.

  And then he’d go for Veteran’s Day, Memorial Day and the Fourth of July, all at once. It would be an evening she’d never forget.

  Chapter Sixteen

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  Luke had been goofy all during the photography session. He’d been inappropriate, exasperating the poor, skinny photographer, but his assistant, who looked like she’d been around the block a few times with bikers, loved their play. Luke would break after their pose and grab Julie.

  “Take this one,” he’d say, picking her up, his face obscured by the creamy pink floaty material. He asked to have the bridesmaids and grooms photographed separately, as couples in a group, and he would not allow a stiff, formal picture. In every one he was hugging her, his face was so close to hers all the time, he kissed her so many times in front of God and the whole world without anything held back, eventually she stopped worrying about it and went with it.

  Even the elder Mr. Christensen seemed to enjoy it, although her mother, ever the practical one, wanted old-fashioned wedding photos first, and then would do the folly, if he insisted. She’d told him so several times, but Luke pretended not to hear. He was the most deliciously handsome bad boy and Julie loved how he didn’t care.

  Finally the group drifted off to different corners of the house, the patio and the pool area, leaving Luke and Julie alone. He snagged a bottle of champagne and whispered, “To the Airstream, love?”

  Julie felt her cheeks flush for at least the tenth time in the short hour they’d been with the photographer. He walked around behind her, one arm pulling her by the waist into him, her rear cleavage feeling his hardness. “Or should we go somewhere they don’t know about?”

  She felt giggles erupt from deep inside her chest.

  “Mmmm. I like those little sounds. I love the way you laugh. I love the way you do everything.”

  She turned around, placed her arms around his neck and felt him pull their bodies together. Hard against him, she felt safe. And she also knew he wouldn’t always be like this. He would have his difficult, possibly even insane moments, but for right now, she’d enjoy the way he was and the way he showed her how much he cared for her.

  He was sipping on her lips, making her dizzy, as people walked past them. She didn’t care and closed her eyes so she could just experience the hardness of his body, the soft, lemony scent of his cheeks and the tender way he worked over her mouth, stroking and pleasuring her tongue.

  “I don’t want to leave the party, Luke. I don’t think this can be done discreetly, but I’m still all for it.”

  “Mmmm. Music to my ears, baby.”

  He led them back around the hedges, down the brick pathway and back to the Airstream. She made sure all the shades were drawn and she clicked the door locked.

  “No deadbolt, so if someone has a key, we’re screwed,” she said, and then giggled. “Or, actually not screwed!”

  “I love your potty mouth, Miss Christensen.”

  He was untied his bow tie again, laying it on the countertop, tossed his jacket carefully on the couch. Tore off his vest and walked up to her in his pants and white shirt, having kicked off his shoes.

  “You do it,” he growled as he inhaled and presented his chest to her.

  She began unbuttoning his shirt, kissing the warm, smooth skin underneath the cotton. She pulled his shirt from his pants, letting one hand squeeze his package lovingly.

  “I want you to know it’s more for me than just missing your body, Luke. And I—”

  “Me too, princess.” He interrupted her with a kiss that migrated to her neck as her hands slid over the ripples in his chest, squeezing a nipple between her thumb and first two fingers. “It’s way more than sex for me. I’m not ashamed to say I need you, Julie Christensen. I need you in my life.”

  She examined his face. He allowed the distance between them.

  “Luke, I know there will be some rough patches. Like I said to you earlier, just bring what you can.”

  “I’m hoping we can make this work, sweetheart.”

  “Me too. But—” she covered his mouth with her fingers. “You don’t have to make any promises. I’ll take any part of you that you’re capable of giving. And I think we can work on the rest, if you’re into it.”

  “More than into it. It will be my mission in life. But the instant I feel out of control, I’m going to leave.”

  “No, Luke. You stay and finish it. I can handle anything you dish out. I figured that out while we were separated. This is crazy fast for me. We have so much to go over and talk about, and now with the sexual angle—not knocking it, of course—but I want to explore all of you.”

  “Doctor, I am all yours. I will never hurt you, Julie.”

  “That’s just it, Luke.” She took his hand and they sat on the couch. “You won’t be able not to, because I care for you, and we will both do things that will disappoint the other. I have one request, though.” She looked at him levelly. His eyes were steady on hers. He didn’t flinch or frown, which was a good thing. “No quitting.”

  At that he cocked his head.

  “Like your training, Luke. If we do this together, no quitting, saying it’s too hard, walking away. I won’t live that way. Being separated from you is bad enough during the day, but if I’m around when you’re deployed, I will wait for you, because you will come home to me, right?”

  He nodded. “Absolutely I will come home to you. And dream about you every day and night.”

  “And if your dark places come up, you show them, Luke. You work with me to understand. We work on both our dark or scared places, so we understand each other. We don’t quit. You don’t run away or ring our DOR bell.”

  He was serious for a second, then smiled. “But, Miss Julie, I love ringing your bell.”

  She smiled back, feeling the heat on her chest and face. “Yes, and you do that very nicely. But I want to make sure you understand, it is just like that first night on the beach. I don’t do uncomplicated. I like entangled. I won’t do casual. I want it all, Luke. You don’t hold back. You show me everything, and we work on it all together. But I won’t live with those days of being apart because you leave me. You don’t walk away. You don’t quit on me. Never. Understood?”

  He inhaled like he’d been slapped. Looking first down to his lap he thought for a few moments. “If I get to a place—”

  She stopped him again with her fingers on his lips. “You let me decide if it’s too much. You let me decide. You don’t take that decision away from me. Because, Luke, I’m not quitting. Ever.”

  It would have been easier to just fall into the lovemaking and bask in fantasy love with him, but what she wanted was a real relationship with the real hero who had sacrificed himself for her and the rest of the country. She wanted to grow, to be his right hand, the person at his side, not the person who watched from the sidelines.

  “I don’t deserve you,” he whispered.

  “I could say the same. So let’s learn to heal each other. But understand that it’s the real you I want, not someone you’re pretending to be, Luke. I want you to be my hero just by showing up.”

  He nodded. Their foreheads touched. “You have me entangled, Miss Julie. But, unlike your statement to me on the beach, there is no fuckin’ way I’m going to miss you, because I’m going to hold on tight to you. I’m never letting you go. And you already know I’m not a quitter.”

  “Yes. I’m going into this with my eyes wide open, Luke. I’ll take all of you. All the parts. You just have to show up.”

  “Agreed.”

  She could tell his restraint was hurting him a bit, but he was making the point that he wasn’t going to just jump her bones, even though it was clearly on his mind. He wanted her to lead him. And that was just about the sexiest thing he had ever done.

  “Come,” she stood, pulled his arm and he walked behind her, his shirt wide open,
showing off the delicious abs and pecs peeking out from his shirt. His trim hips and long gait followed. His eyes stayed tethered. His fingers entwined with hers as he allowed himself to be led. She sat on the end of the bed with her chiffon flounces out to the sides. The place where they’d been interrupted.

  He knelt again. “Thought about this all during the photography,” he whispered as he removed first one slipper and then the other. “Thought about this,” he hissed as he ran his palms up from her ankles, over her knees and pressed her thighs open. He looked down on the layers of dress, his arms buried underneath and his fingers found her panties. His clear blue eyes search her face as he breached the elastic and his fingers rubbed her up and down, circling her clit. She was parched. The delicious feeling of him searching, taking his time, being gentle but persistent with his invasion, made her wet. When he slid two fingers inside her sex she felt herself melt against him.

  He moaned, noticing her readiness for him. He lifted the petticoats with his other hand and buried his face in the juncture between her legs, breathing hot against her satin panties, rasping his teeth along her lips through the fabric and sucking the little nub that stood up in blatant invitation. She heard his groan as his hot tongue hooked under the edge and found her warm sex ripe and waiting for him. His tongue on her opening made her cream with delight. The first lap and suck of her lips sent her into a shudder of pleasure.

  She lay back on the bed, raising her knees and propping them on the mattress by his ears. She raised her pelvis to his mouth as the fabric crinkled under them. He peeled the layers of organza back, laying them on her chest while he exposed her to him fully. Then he removed her panties.

  He stared down at her while removing his shirt and trousers. Fully naked he placed his hands under her bottom, lifted her sex to his mouth and licked and sucked the delicate folds of her opening. His tongue plunged deep inside her, making her rock with pleasure, forcing her pubic bone against his nose. She could feel her own juices spilling for him as she felt her sex pucker, swell and release to his mouth.

  His two fingers massaged inside her and around her clit as he climbed up on top of her.

  “I hope you don’t mind, but I want to fuck you in this dress. Just the fantasy I’ve been having ever since I saw you before the wedding. I wanted to fuck you with this soft pink fluff floating all around us.”

  “Yes. I was thinking the same thing,” she laughed. “Could hardly wait.”

  “I don’t want to hurt the dress,”

  “Shhh.” She found herself saying, “It’s like me, not nearly as delicate as it looks.”

  He got to work pulling her stockings off, sliding them carefully down her legs and placing them on the floor by the bed. He pulled her panties off and tossed them behind him. He climbed up on the bed, sliding her up with an arm under her shoulders.

  “Help me with this fantasy,” he whispered in her ear.

  She couldn’t help but smile when he propped himself up at the head of the bed, his cock large and stiffly saluting the ceiling, as he drew her, pulling her forearms so she was climbing him. He helped her smooth the skirts out to the sides, her bare knees found his hips and slid to hug him there underneath the skirts. She rose up on her knees, then rocked down and back, feeling his penis ride the little gully of her sex, getting snagged at her opening.

  And then he was inside, just the tip. He clutched her hips and ground her down along his shaft. She felt her liquids release, her body accepting his girth, holding and milking him as he lifted and pressed her body alternately, riding his cock. He was huge, filling her deep. They started out with long, deep strokes, but soon she was rolling her hips against him, pressing into him as he raised his hips to plunge deeper inside. She rocked back and forth, loving the delicious feel and dull ache she’d carried for days being fed, satisfied, inflamed.

  After several minutes, their fucking became urgent, her need for full penetration increasing, and when she began to feel the buzz and tingle of her new orgasm, he came on even stronger.

  He was pushing her pleasure, knowing she was on the edge, not letting her stop, fueling her fire. She found herself arching backward, moaning to the ceiling as he rammed into her, his hips mating, giving support to his cock embedded deep.

  He unzipped the side of her dress, peeling it down around her shoulders till it pooled at her waist as his hands roamed over her corset.

  He sucked in air as he finally got a good look at the light pink brocade undergarment. “Oh baby. That’s nice, but how the hell do I—”

  “You don’t. I’m leaving it on.”

  “But I want to see you, all of you.”

  She was still rocking, feeling her inner muscles spasm delightfully. “You will,” she groaned between thrusts.

  “God, how I love hearing you when I’m fucking you.”

  “God, I love how you fuck me.” She squeezed her elbows together forcing her breasts out in front, as her knees hugged his hips. His hands had been roaming under her skirts, up the back of her butt cheeks, but in a flash they were over her own hands as his fingers forced hers to squeeze her own breasts under the stiff bones of the corset. He rose up, arching forward, kissing her neck, raising his knees to lift his pelvis and his cock deeper inside her. The fabric of the dress started bunching up in front of her, partially obscuring his face, making him have to peel them back so he could suck her nipples.

  Finally he lowered his knees. “This has got to go. I liked it at first, but this just has to go now,” he said with determination. He lifted the frilly dress off her and she was left with just her corset. She continued to ride him. His hands still gripped her waist as he moved her up and down his shaft, rocking her to the sides, rocking her deep.

  “Baby, this is real nice, but—” He was staring at her breasts, still partially hidden from him.

  “It stays, for now—” she started. “Patience,” she said as she leaned forward and kissed him.

  He rocked deeper still underneath her, mumbling urgently, “Patience has never been one of my strengths.”

  “No,” she sighed. “Urgency and action,” she said as she moved on top of him in circular motions. “Lots of fucking, that is your strong suit.”

  “God, baby—” He began to spill inside her. She unsnapped the corset down the front and watched as his deep breath nearly sucked her inside him.

  He had her off him in a flash, pushing her down on the bed, throwing the corset to the side, hiking up her knees. He thrust himself in, rooting deep. He was still spilling, but getting harder and bigger as he came. Forcing aside the lips of her sex, filling her. He stroked long, ending each time deeper inside, and then with one last push, pressed his cock firm against her cervix, and held himself there while she felt the delicious spilling of his seed and he stayed still so she could feel its full force.

  Her body answered his with a long, deep, rolling orgasm in tandem, one that left her wrung out. He stayed pressed inside her. She loved the way their bodies joined, and rode the wave of their pleasure all the way to the top of the hill and down the other side, where they slid into mutual entwined serenity.

  He woke up groggy from their lovemaking, not sure how much time they had been sleeping in the little vintage travel trailer, but loving the feel of her body beneath his. Her lips were still red, even though he’d kissed most of her lipstick off. He loved gazing at her while she slept. She was all the things he’d wanted in a woman, and she’d said she was in it for the long haul.

  He thought about what Kyle had told him, and Nick had underscored. She not only was that someone he would lean on, he would learn in time to trust that need instead of trying to cover it up. His own beliefs had told him he wasn’t good enough, that he needed to stay away, that he wasn’t worthy. But she stood up for the part of him that wanted to connect on this intense level. That little thread that knew it was okay to ask for help, to need someone. That being a man was about facing your fears, and not always conquering them. He knew she would love all the rough ed
ges and bumps out of him.

  And for the first time in his life, he’d found someone strong enough to handle what he knew he might dish out. That she told him not to quit made a big impression. He knew about not quitting. He knew about not ringing the bell.

  “I’m still here,” he whispered to the line of helmets he’d seen at BUD/S. To the line of men who hadn’t been able to find what he’d found in a woman. He was overwhelmed with gratitude.

  ‘I like complicated, entangled. I want to be sorely missed when I’m gone.’

  Baby, there’s no fuckin’ way I’m letting you anywhere out of my sight or my heart again. Not ever.

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  Look for an expanded full-length book of SEAL My Destiny in the Fall 2014.

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  NYT and USA/Today bestselling author Sharon Hamilton’s award-winning Navy SEAL Brotherhood series have been fan favorites from the first day they were released. They’ve earned her the coveted Amazon author ranking of #1 in Romantic Suspense, Military Romance and Contemporary Romance, as well as Gothic Romance for her Vampires of Tuscany and guardian angels. Her characters follow a sometimes rocky road to redemption through passion and true love.

  Her Golden Vampires of Tuscany are not like any vamps you’ve read about before, since they don’t go to ground and can walk around in the full light of the sun.

  Her Guardian Angels struggle with the human charges they are sent to save, often escaping their vanilla world of Heaven for the brief human one. You won’t find any of these beings in any Sunday school class.