Suzanne Brockmann - Team Ten 07 - The Admiral's Bride

by Suzanne Brockmann

  Time seemed to slow as he looked at her, as he touched her, still gently, through the black silk of her gown. The fire in his eyes was incredible as he caught one finger in the slender strap and tugged it down her arm. The clinging triangle of fabric peeled away from her breast infinitesi-mally slowly, and Zoe felt her desire-tautened nipples tighten under the heat of his gaze.

  Jake sighed his approval, smiling into her eyes before he lowered his head and kissed her breast. His lips and tongue were so soft against her, she felt herself sway.

  The shower was drumming down on them both, steam swirling around them as Zoe helped Jake peel off her gown. He was no longer taking his time, and as he looked at her, standing naked before him, she felt nearly burned by the desire in his eyes. And then his hands were everywhere, his mouth—hungry now—everywhere else.

  Dizzy with need, she reached for the waistband of his jeans, and he helped her, pushing down the zipper, tugging at his pants.

  But the wet denim was plastered to him, and it stuck to his skin. Jake slipped on the slick surface of the tub and caught himself, laughing as he desperately tried to rid himself of his jeans. Zoe tried to help, but she suspected she was making the entire process even more difficult.

  She was giddy with laughter, too, as they wrestled with this final barrier that lay between them. The irony was in-

  credible. Jake had finally given in, yet he couldn't have made it more difficult for them to make love if he'd tried.

  He sat on the edge of the tub and, with Zoe pulling and Jake pushing, they peeled his jeans off, one leg at a time. - Zoe pushed her wet hair from her face as she knelt on one knee in the tub, laughing at him. She was even more beautiful than Jake had imagined, and God knows he'd spent quite a bit of time imagining.

  He wanted nothing more than to look at her, and as he did just that, her laughter faded, leaving behind only heat. The desire in Zoe's eyes was incredible, and Jake knew that he was looking right back at her in exactly the same way.

  She moved toward him, slowly, still on her hands and knees.

  His mouth was dry. He was sitting there, soaking wet, water drumming down upon him, yet his mouth had gone bone dry.

  She reached for him, and he lunged for her, pulling her with him, tightly against him as he stood up.

  This was the right thing. Despite all his reservations, holding her like this, being with her like this felt so good, so right. His fears fell away, too. Silly fears like, that after three years, he might've forgotten how to do this, that after three years, he'd embarrass himself completely. More intensely complicated fears, like he wouldn't be able to go through with this, wouldn't be able to keep from thinking about—

  But he could only think about Zoe. Zoe, who smiled into his eyes and made him feel hope again. Zoe, who held his hand and understood why he'd given his entire life to the Navy, to the SEALs, because she'd been, perhaps not precisely there, but to very similar places.

  Zoe, naked in his arms, soft and wet and smooth. It was beyond heaven. He ran his hands across her body, unable to get enough of touching her, her skin like silk beneath his fingers. He groaned aloud as he cupped her rear end,

  pulling her closer to him, feeling her so soft against his hardness, dying—just a little—as she reached between them and closed her fingers around him.

  He kissed her, and she gasped into his mouth as he touched her just as intimately. She was so warm, so ready, and she opened herself to him, sliding her leg up and around his.

  Jake reached for the condom in the soap dish, and his hand closed around Zoe's fingers.

  He had to laugh. Zoe was many things, but reserved wasn't one of them. Beads of water sparkled on her eyelashes as she smiled at him and gave him the wrapped condom.

  She slid down his body, kissing her way down his chest and his stomach and... Jake nearly crushed the little package in his hand.

  God, he wanted a bed. He wanted to take Zoe into the other room and love her all night long. He wanted to take his time. He wanted her to lie back for him just to look at, her beautiful hair spread out on the pillows. He wanted to spend a solid hour just kissing her breasts. He wanted to explore every inch of her body with his mouth and the very tips of his fingers. And he wanted her to look into his eyes as he filled her completely.

  He laughed aloud. The things she was doing to him were taking him dangerously close to the edge.

  But this wasn't really what he wanted. He pulled her up, into his arms, and kissed her hard as he fumbled with the foil wrapper. He stepped slightly out of the stream of the shower and covered himself.

  Zoe slipped behind him, and he could feel her breasts against his back, her stomach against his rear end as she rubbed herself against him. She wrapped her arms around him, her hands cool against the slickness of his chest and stomach. And lower.

  "Am I helping?" she asked.

  Jake laughed. "Oh, yeah."

  "You know, you are," Zoe breathed into his ear, "without a doubt, the sexiest man I've ever met."

  Jake turned toward her, that half-embarrassed, half-sheepish look in his gorgeous blue eyes, and she had to laugh. "You honestly don't think of yourself that way, do you?" she asked him.

  "What way?" He pulled her hips against him as he lowered his head to touch the tip of her breast lightly with his tongue.

  Zoe closed her eyes, pushing herself against him, further into his mouth. He drew her in, harder, and then even harder, and she moaned her approval.

  "As the complete hottie that you are," she told him when she finally could speak.

  He lifted his head and laughed at her. "Wow, and all this time, I thought I was an admiral in the U.S. Navy."

  "Admiral Hottie." Zoe laughed at the look he gave her.

  His hands had taken up where his mouth left off. There was no doubt about it. Zoe knew he liked her body, too. She sighed as he caught her nipple between his thumb and fingers.

  "I'm not even sure what that means," he said. "Hottie." He laughed. "Jeez."

  "Check yourself out in the mirror sometime."

  His eyes half closed as she pressed herself against him, as she started to move against him in a slow rhythm, and his hand tightened on her breast. "Is that all I am to you? A hottie?" His voice was still light, playful, but Zoe looked into his eyes and answered him honestly.

  "The fact that you're a hottie is just a bonus," she told him, touching him, unable to keep herself from touching him. "I want you inside me, Jake, because I think that when I get you there, I'll have a little taste of everything really good and right that I've been missing all my life." She forced a smile. "Whoa. That was too intense, huh? I'm—"

  "No," he said. "Don't apologize for being honest. I love

  Suzanne JtmstknuMv j. l£/°

  the way you look, too, but we're also friends. Good friends. And that's what's making this so damn good already. Even though I'm still not inside you." He lowered his voice. 'Tm dying to be inside you."

  Zoe couldn't breathe, couldn't speak. She couldn't do more than let herself be kissed.

  Jake's kiss was proprietary. It was completely possessive, controlling and commanding, but for the first time in her life, Zoe truly didn't mind.

  He lifted her up, breaking their kiss so he could look into her face, into her eyes, as he slowly, slowly—screamingly slowly—entered her. He pushed her against the slick, wet tile wall, but there was nothing to hold on to, nothing to do but let him keep control.

  With her legs around his waist and her back against the slippery wall, her mobility was limited. But with Jake still holding her gaze, with all the pleasure he was feeling clearly written on his beautiful face, it was an incredible turn-on.

  And for the first time since Zoe could remember, she placed the complete control of her immediate future into another person's hands.

  Into Jake's very capable hands.

  He pushed himself a little bit further inside of her, smiling slightly as she moaned just a little too loudly.

  "Sh," he brea
thed, still holding her gaze as he took his sweet time.

  His next thrust was just as slow but twice as deep, and Zoe caught her lower lip between her teeth to keep from crying out again.

  Jake's smile widened. "That looks like something I should be doing." He leaned forward and gently tugged on her lip with his teeth. She moaned again—she couldn't help it.

  He laughed as he kissed her, filling her with his spirit as well as his body. The pleasure was so intense, Zoe couldn't do more than whisper his name.

  With the shower raining down on her sensitized skin, with his mouth doing things to her breasts that she'd never imagined possible, with the cold tile against her back and Jake, hot and heavy, moving so infuriatingly, wonderfully slowly inside of her...

  It was beyond perfect.

  She breathed his name again, and even though she didn't say it in so many words, he somehow knew she was close to the edge.

  "Come on, Zoe," he murmured, his lips on her ear, on her face, on her throat, her breasts. "You're gonna take me with you. I want to go right with you...."

  Zoe kissed him. As wave upon wave of pleasure exploded around her, she kissed Jake so she wouldn't cry out. He inhaled her in return, driving himself even harder, even more deeply inside of her. She felt him explode, felt him shake with his release, just as he'd promised.

  And still Jake kissed her.

  He kissed her and kissed her and kissed her, holding her there pinned against the shower wall, still buried deeply inside of her.

  His mouth was so sweet, his lips so gentle, Zoe should have been in complete and unquestionable heaven. But she couldn't stop thinking. Now what? Jake had done it. He'd made love to another woman for the first time since his wife had died. What was he thinking? What was he feeling?

  Was he kissing her because he was trying to avoid facing himself another few minutes longer? Was he overwhelmed with regret? Did he hate himself? Did he hate her?

  But then, "I wish I could kiss you all night," he murmured, his breath warm against her ear. "I wish we could make love again, tonight, in a bed, no covers, lights on...."

  Relief made her laugh. He sounded all right. That was a good sign, wasn't it? "As much as I'd like that, too, I think the fact that our entire SEAL team would be watching might be a little distracting."

  Jake laughed, too, as he gently lowered her to the tub

  floor, as he turned away and efficiently cleaned himself up. "We're almost out of hot water," he said. "Want a shot at it before it's completely gone?"

  "Thanks."

  What had once been an awkward switching of positions in the crowded tub was now an opportunity for full body contact. Jake kissed her, and as she quickly lathered herself with the soap, he helped. He helped her rinse, too, his hands skimming her body, his touch so deliciously possessive. Who would've ever thought that would turn her on so completely?

  He held her close, her back against his front, his arms wrapped around her, his hands caressing her breasts.

  "I can't seem to get enough of you," he said softly. "I think I might need two solid weeks of leave, a hotel with room service, a heavy-duty lock on the door, a king-size bed and you."

  Zoe closed her eyes as he weighed her breasts in the palms of his hands, as he kissed her neck, as she felt his body start to grow harder, already, against her rear end.

  But then he caught her hand. Her fingers were waterlogged, the tips starting to wrinkle. "Uh-oh, we've been in here too long."

  The water was starting to run cold, and Zoe turned to look at Jake. "Are you ready to get out?"

  "No." But he reached past her to turn off the water. And then he stepped back from her, reaching outside the shower curtain for a towel. He opened it as he handed it to her, wrapping it around her shoulders.

  "Thanks."

  He started to step out of the shower, to get a towel and dry himself off in the bathroom—he didn't care who saw him naked—but Zoe caught his arm.

  "Really," she said quietly, looking into his eyes. "Thanks."

  He laughed slightly, shaking his head as he looked away

  from her, at his feet, before he leaned forward to kiss her. * 'Thank you"

  He stepped out of the shower, and Zoe realized he hadn't quite managed to look her completely in the eye.

  He'd had no problem holding her gaze while they were making love, but afterward... She realized that after, he'd done everything possible to keep from having to let her look deeply into his eyes.

  It was all an act. The sweet words, all of it. He wasn't okay with any of this—he was just pretending to be so as not to hurt her feelings. He was kissing her so he wouldn't really have to face the truth.

  Zoe shook herself. That was absurd. Jake was quite possibly the most honest man she'd ever met. Why would he start hiding the truth from her now?

  Unless maybe he was hiding that truth from himself, as well.

  But now that the water was off, there was no way she could confront him.

  The shower curtain opened slightly, and Jake leaned in. He held something out to her—one of his T-shirts. "I figured you wouldn't want to put that nightgown back on."

  It was impossibly sweet and completely considerate, but Jake definitely didn't hold her gaze. He quickly backed away, letting the shower curtain drop.

  "Thanks," Zoe whispered.

  Okay, so he wasn't completely happy about this. She'd expected that, hadn't she? She had absolutely no right to feel upset, no cause for this sudden ridiculous rush of tears that pressed against her eyelids and threatened to escape.

  What did she expect? That Jake would make love to her once and fall instantly in love with her? That he'd forget all about his life with Daisy?

  Zoe scrubbed her face with her towel, fiercely willing her tears away.

  But as she slipped Jake's T-shirt over her head, as she

  breathed in his familiar clean, warm scent, the tears returned.

  And she knew with a clarity that was unquestionable that although Jake hadn't fallen head over heels for her, she was completely, indisputably, impossibly in love with him.

  Chapter

  With her heart broke into a thousand pieces as she stood in the doorway that led to the recreation deck, watching Jake as he sat alone in the cold morning air.

  His back was against the concrete wall, his knees up and his head down on his folded arms.

  It was entirely possible that he was crying.

  Zoe had woken up this morning alone in their bed. It had been barely oh-six-hundred, and Jake was already gone.

  She'd washed quickly, shutting her mind to the memories of all that she and Jake had done in that very shower just hours earlier. But after she'd dressed, Jake still hadn't returned.

  She didn't need to be a rocket scientist to know where he'd gone. And even though she wasn't supposed to walk the halls of the former Frosty Cakes factory alone, she slipped out of their room and headed for the recreation deck.

  "So are you just going to stand there, or are you going

  to come out here and talk to me?" Jake lifted his head to look at her.

  How had he known she was here? She hadn't made a single sound as she'd approached. And she was positive that when her heart had broken, it had broken silently.

  She moved toward him slowly, warily, certain that she didn't want to see evidence of tears on his face. But his eyes were dry, and he managed to smile.

  Zoe sat next to him, careful not to sit too close. "Are you all right?"

  This morning he could meet her gaze. His eyes looked tired. "I expected to feel really bad." He didn't try to pretend her question applied to anything else. "I thought I'd feel, you know, as if I'd cheated on Daisy." He shook his head. ''But I don't. I feel..."

  He reached down and took her hand, lacing her fingers with his, squeezing her hand. Zoe just waited, praying he'd tell her how he felt. Praying he'd say the words she was dying to hear. It was ridiculous, really. In just a matter of seconds, she'd gone from brokenhearted to wildly hopefu
l. Holy Mike, if love could make a levelheaded person experience emotional shifts more often associated with mental illnesses, she wasn't sure she wanted to be in love.

  Unfortunately, it wasn't something she could shut off.

  She'd tried that this morning, too. It wasn't going to happen.

  "I feel alive," Jake told her. "For the first time in years, I...honestly feel alive. It's..." He squinted at the overcast sky before glancing at her and smiling crookedly. "It's actually a little scary."

  Alive. Alive was good.

  Wasn't it?

  "You're amazing, you know," Jake told her. He put his arm around her, pulling her close. "Last night was... amazing." He kissed her, and Zoe's hope grew about a mile and a half high, like that magic bean stalk in that fairy tale. "You're exactly what I needed." He kissed her

  again, longer this time, his fingers lightly tracing her collarbone at the open neckline of her shirt. ' 'Exactly.''

  Zoe closed her eyes, dizzy from everything she was feeling. Desire—always desire, whenever Jake was concerned. He was, and would always be, the most desirable man in the world to her. Need, hope, she felt that, too, and pleasure—such sweet pleasure from his kisses and his touch.

  Love. Oh, God, as terrifying as it was, she wanted him to love her, too. Just a little bit. She wouldn't need much to be satisfied—maybe just a tenth of the amount he'd given to Daisy....

  He kissed her again, and she shifted closer to him, moving his hand so it covered her breast.

  He sighed and laughed. "I guess it wasn't hard for you to figure out what I like, huh?"

  Zoe kissed him, pushing herself more fully into his hand. "I'm glad I've got what you like."

  "I like everything about you, Zoe," he said, pulling back to look into her eyes. "Not just your body."

  Like. Not love. Still, his words were sweet.