Hot SEAL, Vegas Nights Page 9

  Aidan hated that Max wouldn’t leave her alone. Hated even more the guy’s presence in their date tonight.

  He was apparently a selfish bastard when it came to Zoe, because Aidan was willing to let it go, for now. She was safe with him, and there was only room for one man in this house tonight.

  He brushed his lips along her hairline, filling his lungs with her peaches and cream scent. “He won’t hurt you again.”

  Of that, Aidan was certain. He was also certain he wouldn’t let that fucker ruin their night. He wanted Zoe happy. Smiling. Focused on the pleasure he was going to give her.

  He pressed his forehead to hers. “How hungry are you?” After she’d gotten light-headed the other day, he’d made sure to feed her whenever they were together. He didn’t like her skipping meals and making herself sick.

  “Not starving. In case you forgot, I had a big lunch.” She slid her arms up, draping them over his shoulders. She nipped his chin. “I don’t have any beer to go with the pizza. Should we run out and get some?”

  “The only thing I want to get is my hands on you. I’ve been dying to touch you all fucking day.” That bikini had drove him damn near out of his mind. She’d made it clear last night that she wanted to play it cool around his family, so he’d kept his hands off her. For the most part. He had copped a feel of her ass under the water a time or two.

  He nuzzled her hair. “Christ, you smell good.”

  “That’s the pizza.”

  “No, babe. It’s all you.” He bent his head then, and put his mouth on her neck. He nibbled and kissed his way down to her collarbone, causing her to shiver against him. He let go of the counter and took hold of her waist. He slipped his thumbs under the hem of her shirt, finding the smooth, soft skin of her belly.

  He caught her soft gasp with his lips. He loved kissing this woman. Her lips were soft and sweet, the exact opposite of how she kissed. Her hands curled around his neck and opened for him. She pressed harder against him as he licked past her lips and teeth and took her mouth.

  Zoe licked and sucked on his tongue, her mouth making dirty promises he intended for her to keep. There was no hesitation in her touch. Just a raw need that matched his own.

  He slid his hands up. Her breaths quickened as he brushed over her rib cage and he inhaled every peach-scented one. When his thumbs brushed the bare curve of her breast, his knees went fucking weak.

  Jesus fucking Christ. She wasn’t wearing a bra.

  The knowledge hit him like a two-by-four, sending what felt like all of his blood south to fill his cock.

  “Off,” was all he could manage to say as lust hit him hard. Aidan shoved at her shirt, needing to see.

  “Here?” She reached for the hem to help him. “Shouldn’t we take this to the bedroom?”

  “In a minute.” He was struggling to maintain any semblance of control as it was. Having her near a bed would push him over the edge.

  Too fucking long.

  His eyes were glued to her chest as she raised her arms and pulled the shirt over her head.

  Aidan cursed softly.

  Her breasts were the perfect handful tipped with pert brown nipples. She cupped the globes and pushed them together, giving him an idea about what he’d like to do in the crevice between.

  His leave was almost over, but Aidan suspected even if he had all the time in the world, there wouldn’t be enough to do all the things he wanted to do with her, as many times as he wanted to do them.

  “I know they aren’t very big.” Aidan didn’t like the apologetic tone in her voice. “But, what they lack in size, they make up for in sensitivity.”

  He teased a finger over the upper swell, loving how the buds drew tighter with his touch.

  “You’re fucking beautiful.” And if he didn’t get inside her soon, he might implode. “Whoever made you feel like you need to apologize for the size of your boobs should have their ass kicked.”

  He dipped his head and captured a nipple between his lips, testing that sensitivity theory for himself.

  Zoe shook and cried out. Oh, she was sensitive. He wondered how long it would take to make her come just from suckling her tits. He added that to his growing mental list of things he was determined to find out.

  She arched her back, feeding him more of her breast. He took that as encouragement to play. He sucked hard, drawing her nipple into his mouth. He teased the tip with his tongue, then let her go. Her fingers dug into the back of his skull as he blew a light stream of air over the nipple, now wet from his mouth, before giving the other one the same treatment.

  Zoe’s hands disappeared from his head and slid under his shirt. Her clever fingers found and followed the line of hair under his belly button. She fisted the waistband of his shorts, her knuckles bumping the head of his cock. The contact was enough to make his spine sizzle.

  Not yet.

  He grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away.

  She blinked up at him. “You aren’t the only one who’s been dying to touch. Let’s go get comfortable.” She kissed the hollow of his throat. “Take me to bed, Aidan.”

  In that moment, he knew he’d take her anywhere she wanted to go.

  Aidan scooped her up. “Which room?”

  He knew the house well, but he didn’t know which bedroom she was using. He sent up a silent prayer that she hadn’t been sleeping in Boss’s room. There was no way he could fuck her there. Not in Boss’s bed, surrounded by his things.

  His prayer was answered when she directed him to a room on the other side of the house. It was the only other bedroom that had its own bathroom attached.

  Aidan stalked into the room. He carried Zoe over to the bed and dropped her onto the edge of the mattress. He tugged off his shirt and tossed it away, then went to his knees. Her breasts were a delicious distraction at mouth-level, and he didn’t resist. He flicked and plumped her nipples with his lips and tongue as his fingers went to work on her shorts.

  “Lift up, baby.”

  Zoe braced her hands behind her and raised her hips. He pulled her shorts and panties down her legs, leaving her gloriously naked. For a moment, Aidan was awe-struck. She was a natural blonde, not that he cared either way, and her tanned skin seemed to glow against the stark white bedding.

  Aidan wasn’t gentle as he pushed his shoulders between her knees and pressed her legs wide.

  “What are you—?”

  Her question cut off as he traced a finger over her, following her seam to the place he wanted to be. She was gorgeous there, too. Swollen and pink and so goddamn wet her skin glistened.

  Her thighs flexed as he pushed into her. One finger, then two. Jesus. He’d had his fingers in her less than twenty-four hours ago, but the snug fit still took him by surprise. She would feel so good around him when he finally took her.

  “I won’t be able to go slow, Zoe. Not the first time.”

  “I don’t need slow, Aidan. I just need you. Please.”

  He pulled his fingers out of her and replaced them with his mouth. Her hands were back on his head, holding him as he licked and teased her pussy. She was so smooth, so tempting. So addictive, he could never get enough. But his leash was about to snap. He had to make her come before he dared take his cock out.

  He nipped at her clit.

  “Aidan!” Her hips tilted up and he slipped his hands underneath. With her ass in his hands, he lifted her, fitted her fully against his mouth.

  He ate at her like a starved man. Which was exactly how he felt. Over six months without a woman in his bed seemed inconsequential when compared to the thirty-one years he’d been without this woman.

  Zoe cried out, shifted, and then broke apart against his mouth. His own orgasm was hovering dangerously close to the surface. He shoved the heel of his palm against his erection, hoping the bite of pain might help him hold it off a little while longer.

  With a final lick—I’ll be back—to her flesh, Aidan surged to his feet. He grabbed a condom from his pocket and ditched his shorts
and boxer briefs.

  Her eyes went wide at the sight of him.

  Aidan fisted his cock and squeezed. Hard. “Don’t fucking look at me like that, Zoe. I’m about to blow as it is.”

  She licked her lips, damn her. “Your body is … I didn’t realize … how big …”

  “Stop talking. Not another word,” he warned. He was beyond being polite. Beyond anything except getting inside her and riding her hard. “Scoot back on the bed. Spread those pretty thighs and make room for me.”

  He tore open the condom and rolled it down his length, so rigid he ached. He climbed over her. She welcomed him into the cradle of her body, a sultry smile playing on her lips.

  He lined them up, then held her gaze as he thrust into her.

  Aidan groaned, long and loud. His brain short-circuited. There were too many sensations to take in all at once.

  Zoe’s breath against his neck.

  Her pleasure-laden whimpers in his ears.

  Her sex surrounding him. Hot. Wet. Tight.

  He’d never felt anything like it.

  More. Need more.

  He eased out, her grip on him causing more pleasure than he ever could’ve imagined. He plunged back in, this time to the hilt.

  “Aidan.” She moaned under him.

  “I’ve got you, baby,” he choked out. He wasn’t going to last. “Hold on to me and get ready. This isn’t going to be an easy ride.”

  She gripped his arms as he pulled out and drove back into her. He’d made her come with his fingers and his mouth. Now he wanted her to come on his cock. He wanted—needed—to feel her quiver and squeeze around him.

  He thrust again, setting a demanding and almost brutal pace. Zoe stayed with him the whole time. Touching him. Kissing him. Marking him with her nails.

  Sweat trickled down his neck as the words he couldn’t keep silent fell from his lips.

  “God, you’re perfect. So … fucking … good. I can’t…” He was dying. He was about to tell her to touch herself—to help him get her off one more time—when he remembered the sensitivity of her breasts.

  He latched on to her nipple. He sucked hard, worried the tip with his teeth before nipping her, lightly at first, then hard enough to make her scream. Zoe bucked under him a second before he felt her muscles contract around him.

  “Oh, God. Aidan.”

  Yes! That’s it. Come for me, baby.

  He kept going, too far gone to verbalize. He chased his own release while he rode her through hers. When his climax hit, the pleasure was so great, so unlike anything he’d ever felt before, he felt a shift. He didn’t think the earth actually moved, but as he spilled into the condom, he felt as if he was being torn apart … and then sewn back together a changed man.

  12

  Zoe was spent, her body boneless and more satisfied than she’d ever been.

  And that was a problem.

  She thought she could be with Aidan and stay unattached. That she could have some fun without her heart getting involved.

  She’d been wrong.

  Aidan had barged into her life and blown all of her defenses with his easy smiles and carefree attitude. And then he’d taken her to bed and blown her mind with his passion and filthy mouth.

  Sex seemed too small a word to describe the way Aidan had wrecked her. The damn man wasn’t supposed to be the best she’d ever had. He wasn’t supposed to fuck her into the mattress, and then turn around and gently clean her up while pressing soft, seemingly adoring kisses across her face.

  He owned her body. She’d give him that. But she couldn’t lose herself in him. That wasn’t part of the deal. He was going back to California. She had to stay in Las Vegas until the house sold, and then she didn’t know where she’d end up. Her heart was set on San Diego, but she might end up in New York City or Chicago. She’d applied to schools in those places, too.

  Aidan was supposed to be a fling. She hadn’t wanted to get attached to another man like Max.

  But, Aidan isn’t like Max.

  Aidan might ride a motorcycle and work with his hands, but that’s where his similarity to Max ended.

  Or maybe you just want so much for Aidan to be different that you’re kidding herself. Again. You want Aidan to be a good guy because you like him. A lot.

  She was caught in a vicious cycle in which she’d lost the ability to trust her own judgment. She didn’t know how to get it back.

  “You’re quiet.” She shivered as Aidan’s fingertips caressed back and forth along her side. It was the first time either of them had spoken since the condom came off.

  She was curled against him, her head resting in the crook of his shoulder, her arm draped over his chest. “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He sounded tortured at the possibility. “I got a little rough there at the end.”

  Different.

  She played through the dust of dark hair on his chest. “You didn’t hurt me at all. I loved every minute of what we did.”

  As confused as she was, she could admit that she hoped they would do it again. Since he didn’t seem in a hurry to leave, she figured the odds were in their favor.

  “Okay, good.” His chest deflated, as if he’d been holding his breath. “That’s good.”

  When he raised his arm to rub his hand over his head, Zoe caught sight of the tattoo on the inside of his biceps.

  “What does this mean?” She reached across and traced her fingers over it. It appeared to be a warrior shield with an intricate design in the center. A bird with an anchor and what looked like … a pitchfork? Weird. Random letters were scattered throughout the design, but she they didn’t any sense to her.

  He extended his arm and twisted his wrist. He looked down at the ink, frowning as if he hadn’t seen it before. “It’s a reminder.”

  “Of what?” It was too personal a question, but she wanted to know what was important to him.

  “Priorities.”

  She didn’t understand, but his short responses told her all she needed to know. It was none of her business. The hurt she felt was unfounded. He didn’t owe her an answer. He didn’t owe her anything.

  Aidan turned his head and kissed her forehead. When he spoke, his voice was wistful and soft.

  “The letters are the first initial of each of the people I’ve lost.” Zoe gasped. There were so many. “It seems I’ve got one more to add while I’m home.”

  “Grandad?” The reminder of their relationship soothed her worries. Her grandfather had trusted Aidan enough to give him full access to his home, his life. Proof that she wasn’t deluding herself where Aidan was concerned.

  “Yeah. It’s weird being in this house without him.”

  “I didn’t have the time with him that you did, but I agree. The house felt more like a home when Grandad was alive. Now …”

  “Now what, sweetheart?”

  The endearment did funny things to her stomach. She glanced up at him. “Now it’s just a thing I have to deal with.”

  Aidan’s lips thinned; he nodded his head slowly. “He wouldn’t have wanted you to feel that way. He would’ve wanted you to be happy.”

  “I know. And I am.” Zoe sighed. “I just miss him.”

  “Yeah. I miss him, too.” Aidan held out his arm again. “Where do you think I should put his initial?”

  She was touched that he’d let her have a say. She studied the area in and around the ink, searching for the perfect place.

  “What about here?” She caressed the area. “Under this pitchfork thingy.”

  Aidan laughed. “It’s not a pitchfork. It’s a trident.”

  “That thing Aquaman carries?”

  “No.” He scowled. “Well, yes, but no. Aquaman has nothing to do with—” His phone rang, interrupting them. Aidan swore, his expression suddenly conflicted.

  They could finish their conversation later. It might be one of his parents calling. She sat up, pulling the sheet over her naked breasts. “Aren’t you going to get that?”

  He stared
at her a moment longer, then sighed and rolled from the bed. He was still naked. Zoe tried not to drool as he retrieved his phone from the pocket of his shorts.

  After a quick glance at the screen, he put the device to his ear.

  “Hawk,” he said into the phone. “What’s up, man?” Aidan frowned. “He what?” Pause. “You’re going to do what now?” Another pause. “Do you need me to come back to go with you?” He checked his watch, then cast her an apologetic glance. “I can be there before breakfast if I leave now.”

  Zoe tensed at Aidan’s words. She hadn’t considered that he might leave so soon. When faced with the possibility, she felt like crying. She wasn’t ready to let him go.

  The silence in the room was deafening as Aidan listened to whatever Hawk was saying. Aidan held her stare, until finally, he smiled and shook his head. He wasn’t leaving.

  Zoe sank back against the pillows and tried to regulate her overactive heart rate. It didn’t bode well for how she’d feel when he actually did leave, but thankfully, that wouldn’t be today.

  He laughed into the phone. “Only Z-man, I swear. He said that chick was trouble. You’ll keep me posted?”

  Aidan bent to retrieve his boxer briefs. He cradled the phone to his shoulder and pulled them on. He held up a finger and mouthed be right back to her.

  She could hear him laughing at something Hawk said as he went down the hall. She closed her eyes.

  He wasn’t leaving yet.

  The magnitude of her relief scared the living shit out of her.

  By the time Aidan hung up with Hawk, grabbed the pizza boxes, drinks, and a roll of paper towels from the kitchen, and returned to the bedroom, Zoe was sound asleep.

  He wanted nothing more than to strip and climb back into bed with her. He wanted to ease in behind her and take her nice and slow. It was a good plan. But first, they needed to eat.

  He leaned over and nipped her earlobe, then soothed it with his tongue. “Wake up, sleeping beauty. Time for dinner.”

  Zoe hummed and rolled to her back, giving him the most delectable view. She pushed herself up and crossed her legs. Sadly, she wrapped the sheet around her naked body and secured it under her arms, ruining the scenery.