Her heart ached with a rush of love. Don’t read too much into that, Kay-Kay. He’s a SEAL and he’s busy….
She met his eyes in the mirror. “You haven’t?”
“No, I haven’t.”
“I haven’t either. I’m still on birth control, same as before.”
“We used a condom that night. I don’t mind using one if it makes you more comfortable.”
Kayla turned in his arms. He didn’t stop her. He was still fully dressed and she tugged his shirt from his jeans so she could touch hot, bare skin.
“I don’t want to use a condom unless you do. I’ll understand if you’re worried about my birth control failing.”
“Should I be?”
“I’m not. But, honestly, no method is one-hundred percent guaranteed—except sterilization, I suppose.”
“I think that’s a little extreme, don’t you?”
“Not if you don’t want kids.”
“I don’t necessarily want more right now, but I wouldn’t freak out either.”
He had no idea how those words made her feel. The idea of a baby with Zach didn’t freak her out at all. And he’d said he didn’t want more kids right now, which meant he thought of Ana as his too. She loved that about him. He had no idea how much.
“I really don’t think I’m one of those women who fall pregnant at the drop of a hat. Ana didn’t happen the first time James and I were careless.”
He stroked his fingers down her sides, then cupped her breasts. “Let’s not talk about your ex right now. I don’t want anything ruining this experience for you.”
There he went thinking about her again. Her feelings. Her pleasure. Her experience.
“He can’t ruin it for me, but you’re right. I don’t want to talk about him either. I want to be with you.”
“That’s what I want too.”
Zach bent and sucked her nipples. Kayla clung to him, her head thrown back, her palms pressed to his bare skin beneath his shirt. He licked and sucked and her pussy grew so wet she could feel the trickle of her juices on the insides of her legs.
He straightened and ripped his shirt off but didn’t move to take off the jeans he’d changed into after they’d gotten back earlier. He’d dropped her at Chloe’s door when she’d said she was fine in her dress, but he’d wanted to get out of his uniform. She’d understood even if she loved seeing him in military camouflage.
He kissed her, a hot, wet, sensual kiss that had her clinging to him once more as her legs turned into noodles.
“I want to be inside you, Kayla. But I want to lick you even more. Get on the bed, beautiful.”
Kayla did as he told her, leaning back on her elbows and spreading her legs to show a little bit of slick pink skin. His gaze fixed on her sex as he flicked open the button of his jeans. Once he’d unzipped them, he pushed the fabric down his hips until his cock sprang free.
Kayla made a sound in her throat. Zach’s gaze met hers. He wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked it, and heat flared in Kayla’s brain. She made a move toward him, but he stopped her with a soft growl. Then he was on his knees at the side of the bed. He gripped her hips and dragged her to the edge.
“I’ve been waiting for this to happen again for two months,” he told her as he pushed her legs open. “It was worth every second.”
Her heart hammered. “You can’t know that yet. We haven’t done anything.”
His eyes gleamed. “I know, Kayla. Believe me.”
Kayla gasped and fell back against the mattress as he took a long swipe up from her slit to her clit. He gently pushed open her folds with his thumbs, then flicked his tongue against her clit again and again.
She had to moan. She couldn’t stop it, even if the sound embarrassed her.
But Zach didn’t seem to mind. He put a finger inside her and worked it in and out slowly, heightening the tension. Kayla’s body was electric, the hum inside her growing more intense with every swipe of his tongue and press of his finger.
She knew what was going to happen, wanted it badly and yet she wanted to make herself wait too. She didn’t want to come too fast, didn’t want that initial buildup to be over—but she really didn’t have any control over it.
He did.
Zack sucked her clit between his lips and she exploded in a gasping, moaning mess. He kept sucking, fucking her faster with his fingers and drawing out her pleasure, until she finally pushed at his shoulders and begged him to stop.
Thankfully, he did—and she promptly burst into tears. She felt more then saw him go still.
“Sorry,” she said between sobs, “I’m not sad or hurt or anything. Really.”
Zach climbed into bed and drew her body against his, her back to his front, nuzzling her neck and whispering to her. “You’re so beautiful, Kayla. I love making you come. I’m sorry I upset you. Tell me what I did and I won’t do it again.”
She still twitched with the aftershocks of her orgasm. Love, sharp and hot and intense, swelled inside her and made her ache. She wanted to tell him, and yet she couldn’t make the words come. It felt too risky. Like throwing down her weapons and striding out on the field of battle without any way to protect herself from a stray arrow.
“I’m not upset, Zach.”
“You’re not?”
She shook her head, her tears lessening as her riotous emotions subsided. Now she really was embarrassed. Heat stained her cheeks and she wanted to crawl beneath the covers and hide. What kind of idiot had an orgasm given to her by a sexy, amazing man—a man she loved—and then started to cry?
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “It’s stupid.”
He turned her toward him. She resisted, but he didn’t let her stop him. His green gaze radiated concern as he studied her face. He wiped her tears away.
“You can tell me, Kayla.”
She sniffled
