Infatuation- Harmless Military 7

by Melissa Schroeder

  “Oh, no, Shannon. You don’t come unless I give it to you. I’ll make you pay for that little stunt.”

  She opened her mouth to say she hadn’t been that bad when he slapped her pussy. It wasn’t hard, just a pat really, but she was already sensitive there, and pleasure rippled out over her.

  “I didn’t give you permission to speak.” He settled on the bed next to her, shaking his head. “You really don’t understand yet. Maybe you aren’t ready for it.”

  As he spoke, he skimmed his fingers over her belly up to her breasts. He pinched her nipples. The action had her moaning and closing her eyes again. The man had the most talented fingers.

  “Sadly, I can’t turn back now, don’t want to. It’s been a long four months.”

  He slipped his hand up her neck and then placed his fingers against her mouth.

  “Open up, baby.”

  She opened her eyes again and did as he ordered. He slid his index finger into her mouth. She could taste her arousal. Wanting to be naughty, she slipped her tongue over his finger. He sighed in appreciation then pulled his finger out of her mouth.

  Without a word, he stood and pulled off his shirt. She didn’t move, didn’t want to break the spell he was casting on her.

  Holy mother of God. With each inch of flesh he revealed, she became more entranced. Was there a chance he had gotten even more gorgeous? He had lost weight, which emphasized his sculpted physique. She wanted nothing more than to explore that body, but she lay on the bed, waiting for his command. That thrilled her more than the idea of touching him.

  There was something wrong with her.

  He unzipped his jeans and slipped them off. Of course, he wasn’t wearing any underwear. If she had even thought about him walking around commando, she would have probably not been able to concentrate enough to talk. He shucked them off and stood before her, his hand on his cock, stroking it. He had his gaze locked on hers, daring her to watch. She couldn’t resist. Watching his hand moving over his hardened cock, seeing the little pearl of pre-come easing out, had her yearning.

  As if reading her thoughts, he asked, “Want a little taste, Shannon?”

  There was a thread of amusement in his tone. And for a quick moment, he looked lighter than he had since he’d appeared in her bar.

  She nodded. He inched closer to the bed. “Up on your knees.”

  Her eagerness to please had her moving as fast as possible. He pressed his cock against her mouth, and she gladly took him in. With shallow movements, he thrust in and out of her mouth. Just like in Hawaii, the taste of him had her lust surging. She wanted more, wanted him deep within her mouth, to feel him bump against the back of her throat. He did not allow it.

  Instead, he continued, giving her just a small taste of him as he slid his hand down her back to her ass. He skimmed the separation between her cheeks and fingered her anus. She hummed against his cock, and he jolted, shoving his penis further into her mouth.

  “You like that, huh?”

  She figured it was rhetorical and didn’t answer him.

  “I have a feeling you would like some anal play, but not tonight.”

  He continued to tease her as he fucked her face, increasing the depth of his thrusts. Soon though, she could tell he was losing control. His movements were not that controlled, and when she slipped her tongue over the tip of his cock, he pulled away with a groan.

  “Oh, that was bad, Shannon. Really, bad.” He turned from her then, and she was left on her hands and knees, her body needing to be touched. Hell, she needed to touch him, to skim her hands over all that wonderful flesh.

  Without turning around, he asked, “Do you have any scarves?”

  “Yes, in the top right-hand drawer of the dresser.”

  He retrieved a couple of scarves and set them on the top of the dresser. Kade turned and smiled at her. It wasn’t a huge smile, like the ones she was used to, but it was something. Even as frustrated as she was, it made her heart happy to see it.

  “Come on,” he said, offering her a hand for support. “Up, off the bed.”

  She did as ordered, excited to see what he would come up with next. Kade positioned her in front of the mirror.

  “Look at you,” he said, his voice deepening, and his accent thickening. She did as ordered and was struck by the image of them together. Her light brown skin against his lighter, tanned flesh. He stepped closer, his cock against her ass. He placed his hand against her stomach. She was so tuned in to his touch that the simple gesture had her body reacting. It was hard not to as he moved his hand up to her breasts, caressing the underside of them. Frustration built.

  “I can tell from your face that you’re not happy with me.”

  It wasn’t a question, so she didn’t respond. It was hard to even think at the moment. With each delicate touch, he had her blood pressure rising, her body becoming more and more in tune with him. He slipped his hand down to her pussy. Using his index finger, he traced her labia. She was dripping wet, slick with her desire, but he didn’t say anything about that.

  “Watch my hand.”

  She was already doing that, but she understood he wanted to see her expression. He dipped his finger into her pussy, and she sighed.

  “What a pretty sound.” He was still in control, but she heard the heat simmering in his voice.

  As soon as he said it, she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth.

  “Don’t worry about showing your pleasure. The sweetest sound is hearing you moan my name.”

  He teased her for just a few more seconds before he pulled away. He took the first of the scarves, a red one with black designs on it, and slid it over her breasts. Her skin was so sensitive to his touch that it almost hurt as the delicate fabric slithered over her nipples. Kade’s gaze was glued to the scarf as he moved it over her, his lips curving in satisfaction as she shivered.

  He stepped beside her and slipped his finger under her chin and turned her face to him. Bending his head, he gave her a kiss, a soft brush of the lips. It had everything in her yearning for so much more.

  When he pulled away, he said, “Spread your legs a little more, then place your hands on the dresser.”

  She did as ordered, and he slid the scarf between her legs. The slither of silky material against her sex almost sent her over the edge. It was barely a touch. He pulled the material tight against her.

  Oh, God. She was going to come. He moved the scarf back and forth slightly as he nuzzled her neck. His cock was hard against her hip, and she knew he wanted her. But he was controlling himself, controlling her. She wasn’t an innocent by any standards, but this was beyond what she had ever tried. He tightened the scarf more, the material separating her pussy lips.

  She moaned as it rubbed against her clit, pressing ever so slightly but not enough to give her relief. He only gave her so much before he was tugging the scarf away and pulling her to the bed.

  “On the bed,” he ordered. He had seemed under control, but the deepening of his voice told her more. He was close to the edge, too.

  Kade grabbed the second scarf. “Hands over your head.”

  She complied without thinking. She wanted him to touch her again, wanted his hands on her. He wrapped it around her wrists then threaded it through her iron headboard. After completing the task, he stopped and looked down at her. His gaze slipped down her body, and she felt as if he was touching her everywhere.

  In the next instant, he scowled. “Dammit. Condoms.”

  She smiled. “Bedside table drawer.”

  If anything, his expression turned darker.

  “Oh, good lord, I had to talk.”

  “It’s not that. It’s the fact that you had condoms ready. Been seeing someone?”

  She rolled her eyes. “They’re the ones from Hawaii.”

  He didn’t say anything as he pulled open the drawer. After grabbing one, he ripped open the package and then joined her on the bed. He set the opened package beside him. Then he settled between her legs and leaned d
own to give her pussy one long lick.

  He smiled up at her. “Remember, don’t come unless I give you permission.”

  He drove her crazy. He slipped his hands beneath her rear end and lifted her to his mouth. Then he attacked her. Over and over, he thrust his tongue into her pussy. When he took her clit into his mouth, he hummed against the bundle of nerves.

  Damn. The tension that had been simmering now shot to her pussy. She wanted to move, wanted to slip her fingers through that blonde hair and thrust up against his mouth. He held her there, not allowing her any purchase.

  Soon, though, he set her down, grabbed the condom. He rolled it on as fast as humanly possible, in her opinion. He lifted her up off the bed again and entered into her in one hard thrust. Without hesitating, he started moving. Each thrust was slow but deep, but not enough to please her. The way she was bound and the way he held her, she could do nothing but allow him to set the pace. Soon his movements were not so measured. He increased his rhythm.

  “It’s time, baby. Come for me.”

  He thrust into her hard as he pressed against her clit. She did as he ordered, bowing up against him and screaming out his name. She was still shuddering from her release as he started moving again, squeezing that tiny bundle of nerves between his fingers. She came again, bucking against him. He followed her as she crested again a few seconds later.

  A short time later, he rolled off her and reached up to untie her wrists. “You feeling okay?” he asked.

  She smiled at him, cupping his cheek. “Okay doesn’t describe it.”

  He smiled, that old crooked smile she knew so well, and her breath caught. In the day he had been back, Kade had been distant and hadn’t shown her the boyish grin she was used to.

  “What?” he asked, as it started to slip away.

  “Nothing. Just, you look good in my bed.”

  “So do you. How about a little snack?”

  Keep it light, Dupree.

  “Sure.” She started to get out of bed, but he stayed her with his hand.

  “No. You stay, I’ll find something.”

  She nodded and watched as he pulled on his jeans. “I’ll be right back.”

  She held her smile until she was alone. She sat up, pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs. How sad was it that she was so excited to see him smile at her? Sad for both of them. Something was bad. Something had pushed him to his limit while they were gone. He was a strong man, but everyone had their breaking point.

  All she could do was support him, let him know she was there for him.

  And love him until he left at the end of the week.

  Chapter Nine

  Shannon settled against the pillows with a sigh that made Kade happier than he thought possible.

  “That was a good idea. I didn’t realize what an appetite I’d worked up.”

  He chuckled. “Really? I would have thought you needed a side of beef after that.”

  “Have you always been into BDSM? I’ve just never heard you talk about it.”

  “Does it bother you?”

  She shook her head. “I wouldn’t have let you touch me like that if I didn’t want to. I like sex, but not enough to do something like that if I had issues with it.”

  He should have known that would be her answer. He had never met a woman so confident and straight up about her sexuality.

  “I’ve always had some interest in it. But it’s a little different now.”

  He could tell by her expression she wanted to ask him more. He was a little surprised by the need to control her. It almost overwhelmed his good senses. Kade just hoped he held himself in check for the week.

  “Hm, I need a good night’s sleep,” she said. The patter of rain hit against the window, and Shannon was snuggled up against Kade as he pulled the sheet up. It was an image he had often dreamed of before his last mission.

  He cleared his throat. “You’re not the only one.”

  “And that rain is perfect. It always makes me so drowsy. I love the sound of it.”

  She was already drifting into sleep. A selfish part of him wanted to stop her, keep her awake. They weren’t going to have much time together. Kade wanted to savor every minute, try and draw out his visit.

  There was a very good chance he was really screwing up. He had prepared himself to resist her, resist the crazy pull she always had on him. He had thought he could do it.

  Inwardly, he snorted. Yeah, he could resist her. He’d been in New Orleans for less than forty-eight hours, and he had already crumbled.

  “You’re thinking too much.”

  Her breath tickled his chest. “What?”

  She lifted her head and looked up at him. “You’re thinking too much. Right now, your head is turning over all the things you’re worried about.”

  “Yeah?”

  She nodded. “Don’t worry about it. Let it go.”

  “Aren’t women supposed to get all talkative after sex?”

  “If you don’t do it right. Apparently, you haven’t been doing it right.”

  Her sassy tone made him chuckle. How could he stay out of her bed? The woman had just submitted to him, and now she was messing with him. If a man could resist her, he had to be stupid or gay.

  “Or maybe I had the wrong partners.”

  “I have to agree with that. Listen, I know you’ve got a lot on your plate. There is no pressure here, not right now. Let’s just take it one day at a time. If you can handle that, Seal?”

  Her tone was flirtatious, but there was a hint of steel beneath it. He had been preparing for a long, drawn out discussion of why he hadn’t contacted her. Instead, she offered him nothing but understanding.

  “I am more than up to the task.”

  “Good.” She leaned up and gave him a kiss on the nose then on his mouth. She lingered there, giving him a taste of her, tempting him. She pulled back, a smile curving her lips. In the soft moonlight, there in her room with the rain hitting the window, he knew he was still in love with her. His heart lurched at the thought, but he brushed the worry aside. One day at a time was what she wanted. That was what he would give her.

  “You get some sleep,” he said, trying to keep a lid on his emotions.

  “You betcha.” She chuckled, then settled back down and snuggled close to him.

  He wanted this, wanted it more than he had ever wanted to be a Seal. It scared him a bit to know that. From the time he entered the Navy, he had wanted to be a Seal. He had questioned that in the last few months, but other than trying to protect her, he had never thought of giving up on Shannon.

  Again, he shoved the thoughts aside and decided to do as ordered. A good night’s sleep was what he really needed to get his head back on straight.

  · · · · ·

  Kade came awake with a shout. His heart was beating out of control, his body slick with sweat. He had been having these nightmares since he got back, but they hadn’t been quite this bad. This one had been vivid, almost real to him.

  Each time, he saw Forrester’s face as he was shot, as the life seeped from him.

  With a shake of his head, Kade stood and stretched. Shannon grumbled and settled deeper into the pillows. He brushed her hair from her face and noticed his hand was shaking. He wanted to touch her, to love her again, but he was too raw to handle that now. He needed to get his head out of the dream and back onto the day. He went into the bathroom and splashed his face with some cool water, then found his jeans and pulled them on. Even through the closed blinds, he could see the first stirrings of the sunrise. There was one thing about a good bout of healthy sex. He had finally slept through the night. When he unlocked the door, he heard someone moving around in the kitchen. He had a feeling it was Mal. He didn’t want to really deal with his friend without some coffee. Unfortunately, the coffee was, of course, in the kitchen. He could smell it brewing.

  Kade squared his shoulders and walked to the kitchen. He found Mal there, frying some bacon.

  “A
bout time you emerged from her bedroom,” he said without turning around.

  He didn’t sound mad, but he knew better than to trust that. Mal could be his deadliest when he was cool.

  “Look. Mal…”

  He trailed off when his friend turned with a smile on his face. “What are you, stupid?”

  “Not following you, mate.”

  “Get some coffee before you fall down.”

  He did as ordered, watching Mal as he forked up the bacon and put it on a plate. Next, he pulled out some eggs and started cracking them into a bowl.

  “See, I know you don’t remember after we were evac’d out.”

  Hell, he could remember up until the moment he was shot. Then nothing until he woke up in the hospital.

  Mal nodded. “You were completely out of it there for a while. But I remember. Once I came to, I was by your side.”

  He had sort of known that. Each time he had surfaced, he had seen him there by the side of his bed. “And?”

  “You know the most amazing thing about being out of your mind after an injury? You don’t know what you say.”

  It took Kade a second to figure it out. Then it hit him.

  “I said something.”

  Mal nodded without turning around. “Over and over. You wanted to talk to Shannon.”

  “Shit.”

  “I was pretty pissed right then.” He glanced back at Kade. “But, then, you were injured, and I couldn’t beat the shit out of you. I wanted to, believe me. Especially since I figured out that you might have used the wedding to get her into bed.”

  “I wouldn’t do that.”

  Mal stopped mixing the eggs and faced him. “Come on, Kade. I know you as well as you know me.”

  “And you know I’m not a slut like you.”

  Mal chuckled. “Yeah, you are, but it stopped about a couple of years ago. I realized then how many times you came back to New Orleans with me.”

  Kade couldn’t help the heat that crawled into his face. Damnit, he was blushing.