Rock Hard Seal: A Navy Seal & A Virgin Romance Page 7

  The air was so hot that I could barely breathe when Harley’s lips latched onto a nipple. My fingers dug into the back of his head before sliding down to tug insistently at the fabric of his damp shirt. I could feel the sweat pouring down his spine, drenching the fabric of his shirt.

  He let up briefly to tug the offending fabric away. I let my eyes roam over the fine muscles chiseled into every inch of Harley’s body. Tattoos and scars covered his chest and strong stomach. I dragged my fingers down the center of his chest marveling at the feel of strong muscles under hot skin. My fingers stopped at the elastic band of his shorts. It was unmistakable in the dark— the hard erection straining to be touched.

  I swallowed thickly at the size of him. We are not going to fit. That flicker of doubt filled me again.

  “Harley,” I whispered. His right hand immediately stopped roaming along the outside of my thigh. “I-I-I don’t know if this— you’re just so big.”

  Harley chuckled deeply in amusement. “I assure you,” he said, “we will fit. I promise. I’ll make sure of it, sweetheart. Trust me. Just make sure you relax and breathe.”

  “How?” I asked, trembling when that hand twisted around to my inner thigh. His fingers crept forward at an agonizingly slow pace.

  “Like—” He cupped my pussy intimately, firmly. I let out a strangled breath in surprise at the flood of pleasure coursing through me. “—this.” He rimmed my entrance before sliding a finger deep inside of me.

  He mimicked the rhythm I had set that night he had been watching. Except, his fingers were unrelenting as he set a rough and fast rhythm that stole the breath right out of my lungs. I stuffed a hand in my mouth in a vain attempt to keep my cries of pleasure silent as his hand worked me until a crashing orgasm. I sank against the bed in sated relief and with wetness coating my thighs and dripping onto the bed below me.

  “Fuck,” I whispered roughly and reached up to run my hands over his shoulders. “You’re so quick at that.”

  “Years of experience,” Harley said and grinned down at me. His fingers were working against the buttons of my skirt to tug it down along with my panties. “It’s not over though. Are you ready for another orgasm? I like the sound of you coming, Abi.”

  His words were almost too intimate, and I took a shaky breath as warmth filled my chest and coated my neck and cheeks.

  I wasn’t sure I could handle another orgasm. I’d never given myself more than one. My body went tight again from desire and nerves as Harley tugged my skirt and panties down my legs the rest of the way. His eyes roamed over every inch of me greedily while running his hands everywhere to keep me alive and squirming under his touch.

  “God, you’re beautiful. So soft. You’re perfect,” he whispered reverently.

  I stared up at him in the dark as he knelt back between my legs to hook a thumb into the elastic band of his shorts. My heart thudded hard while I watched the fabric slid down past sharp hips, a dark cloud of hair, and a huge cock, thick and weeping. Fear raced through the center of my chest.

  “There is no way,” I said, shaking my head. “You’re too big.”

  A cocky grin spread across his face where a normally stony expression set. It was thrilling to see such a different side of him other than that blank expression or scowl. I knew why then he walked around confidently as he did.

  “You’re ready for me. I promise.” He ran a finger down the center of me, and a jolt of pleasure shot up me at the touch. “Very ready. Do you trust me?”

  The question threw me. I had no idea if what I was doing was right, but all I could think of was how good it felt. I trusted this man without even realizing it. I trusted him to watch my back even if he was paid to do it, and he did watch out for me.

  “Yes, with all of me” I said and tried hard to relax. I had no clue what to expect, but I was backing out of being with him after coming so far.

  I heard him rummage through his pants for something. The crinkle of plastic followed by the smell of latex filled my nose. A second later, Harley leaned back over me, and his arousal pushed up against my swollen entrance.

  He coaxed my thighs to grip my hips. The feel of him leaning over me, surrounding me at every angle, produced a strange array of feelings. I could feel his heart hammering hard against my chest.

  “Try to relax,” Harley said, softly.

  I nodded because I didn’t trust my voice. You wanted this. Hardness nudged the center of me, stretching slightly. You wanted this, and you pushed, and now you’re going to get exactly what you asked for. Fire erupted, as Harley slipped in further with a quivering groan using my hip to keep me steady. My eyes smarted from the stinging sensation of being filled. That was the only way I could think to describe the sensation as Harley withdrew gently to push forward again with a little more force.

  “You okay, baby?” He brushed his nose by mine and leaned into kiss me deeply as I whimpered my response.

  The painful fire and sting started to fade away. I let out a relieved breath before focusing on Harley’s face hovering above mine. His face was contorted in pleasure while he sucked in deep breaths through his nose. He was trying to control himself for my comfort.

  Instinct took over under a brand-new fire illicit in my lower belly. I squeezed his hips with my thighs in a silent invitation to go faster— something that Harley gladly did with a deep throated groan.

  He withdrew for a moment before plunging in hard and fast. I gasped at the pleasure following it. He did the same thing again, and again, and again until I let out a sharp cry of pleasure as my world exploded into heat and bright lights.

  He gripped the back of my thighs, opening me up farther as he thrust deep into me with a muffled groan in the pillow next to my head. He swelled inside of me, causing my body to stretch farther. I cried out, but he captured the sound with another delicious kiss before sliding back into me and losing himself.

  Harley collapsed against me on his elbow to keep me from being crushed beneath the heavy weight of his body. His heart hammered against his chest. My own heart copied his.

  He lifted his head a moment later after we both had caught our breath. “You sure you’re okay, Abi?”

  I nodded wordlessly. Tears filled the back of my eyes, and I closed them quickly in horror before Harley could see it. Why am I crying? I felt him slide out before the presence of his body was gone. A new wave of emotions crashed over me. I sucked in a deep breath to calm myself before sitting up to look at Harley apprehensively as he moved about the dark. He didn’t look back at me as he disappeared into the bathroom.

  A strange emptiness filled me, and I had no idea why when my body still tingled from pleasure. I just clutched at the blankets of his bed while I waited for him to tell me what to do next.

  “Where are you going?” I managed to choke out.

  “To get a glass of water.” He disappeared into the bathroom and reappeared a few minutes later, chugging the water. “You want some?”

  “No.” I turned on my side and curled up as he moved in behind me, pulling me flush against him. His strong arm wrapped around my waist and he gripped one of my breasts before kissing down the line of my neck.

  “That was incredible. You doing okay?”

  I nodded, biting my tongue. “Just tired.”

  “Then I’ll let you sleep.” He kissed me against just below my ear. “Don’t mind me. I’m just going to stare at you like a creeper all night long.”

  I laughed and the tension in my chest unwound. “Please do.”

  “Oh, I will.” He snuggled up and within minutes, the deep sound of his breathing calmed me further. Everything was okay, and I’d done exactly what I wanted to do – slept with a good man who I knew I could fall in love with.

  Scary enough, I was already starting to…

  CHAPTER TWELEVE - HARLEY

  I couldn’t get that look on Abigail’s face out of my head. Not the nervous one that I had seen afterward as she left my room, but the one that had been furrowed in pleasure. T
he previous night replayed over and over in my mind while I listened to Libby and Abigail chat in the next room. They were talking about visiting a beach today to enjoy some sun rays.

  Nothing seemed off about their interaction. I didn’t hear Libby’s exclamations about what had happened the night before.

  Rubbing my hands across my face, I felt that familiar urge of overwhelming guilt hit me again. I had let my desires get out of control. I never lost control the way I had the night with Abigail. There was just something about her that drew me in. I couldn’t resist it.

  My phone buzzed in my right pocket. Robert Carter. I doubted that Abigail told her Dad what had happened. Still, I felt apprehension fill me as I stared down at that name.

  “Shit,” I groaned, and sat up to press the answer button. “Hello, Mr. Carter. What can I do for you?”

  “Hello,” Robert said, and no trace of anger filled his voice. I relaxed slightly. “How is my daughter handling Madrid?”

  “So far, so good I would say,” I said. “Nothing has happened out of the ordinary. They have been sightseeing mostly.”

  “That’s good to hear. Listen, Harley, I need to speak with you about something that has come up here in the office.”

  “What about, sir?” I asked.

  “There have been some threats circulating my family,” Robert said. “This case I have is going to trial in two weeks, and I’m afraid that my daughter’s life could be possible blackmail.”

  I set my jaw. “It won’t be. Not while I’m with her, Sir.”

  “Thank you, Mr. Jordan. I hired you for a specific reason. I feel much better knowing you are there. If there are any problems, please don’t hesitate to call me.”

  He hung up after that. I rose from my bed to grab my .22 from where it rested on the table next to the bed. The weight of it felt comforting in my hand.

  “Harley?”

  I looked up when I heard Abigail’s voice on the other side of the door adjacent to our rooms. Slipping my .22 into my holster at my right hip, I covered it with my shirt before opening the door.

  My breath caught in my throat at the sight of her standing on the other side dressed in a simple white dress with a black bikini underneath from what I could see. She shifted nervously under my gaze before clearing her throat. “Could we go to the beach today?”

  I opened my mouth to reply, but Libby’s voice cut in over mine. “The beach? Let’s go out to that bar I googled earlier.”

  “No bars,” I said, sharply. It caught both Abigail's and Libby’s attention. “We shouldn’t be out today anyway. I talked to your Dad this morning and—”

  “Let me guess,” Libby interrupted, rolling her eyes. “He wants us to come home because of something going on.”

  “You live in a bubble,” I snapped. “You don’t understand that there are things going on in the world that don’t revolve around Madrid or you.”

  “What did my Dad say?” Abigail asked, her tone much more respectful.

  “There is a case in two weeks that is going to court,” I said. “There are threats going about you because of this case.”

  She didn’t look entirely fazed by it. “What sort of threats?”

  “He didn’t specify what was being said,” I said.

  “I’m not trying to be the brat here,” Libby spoke up then, slipping her pair of feet into some sandals, “but, I can tell you that this isn’t the first time that things like this have come up. She can’t live a sheltered life all the time.”

  “No one is trying to shelter her. We are trying to protect her.”

  “Whatever,” Libby said. “I’m going shopping with Roco. I’ll see you later Abi.”

  She left the room without waiting for a response. Abi let out a tired sigh and leaned against the doorframe. “I’m sorry she’s like that. She has a habit of getting upset when plans get ruined.”

  “I don’t care about anything besides what I was hired to do— protect you.”

  “I know,” she said, nodding. “This happens more than you think. My Dad makes a big deal out of it every time, and I just want to go out and enjoy the sunshine on the beach. Please?”

  Gut instinct told me not to go. Something wasn’t right about the day, but I couldn’t resist the pleading look Abigail sent me.

  “Grab your things,” I said. “Let’s go while the sun is up.”

  I waited for Abigail to gather her purse before going down to the hotel lobby to hail a cab from the outside. I couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching us. The hair on my arms stood up on edge, but when Abigail reached out to grasp my hand, I let those thoughts go as we climbed into a cab to go to the beach.

  The tension in Abigail’s facelifted when we arrived at an empty beach with a few tourist lingering about, and an endless stretch of ocean water.

  “It’s so beautiful out here,” she said, sighing happily. “If I could live on the beach for the rest of my life, I would.”

  “It’s nice,” I agreed, and I couldn’t honestly remember the last time I ever felt even marginally content. “So, I have to know why you don’t take your Dad’s concerns to heat anymore. He does have a dangerous job.”

  “He does,” Abigail said. “There’s always been threats surrounding him since I remember. I just get tired of having to be cautious all the time. It’s not a good way to live when you’re terrified of shadows chasing after you.”

  “That’s a good point,” I said.

  We stopped walking once we reached a private and secluded section of the beach. I scanned the tree lines out of habit but found nothing there that would cause the edge I felt. It was private, but I felt exposed in an odd sense.

  Warm hands touched my shoulders. I started in surprise to see Abigail standing in front of me with a concerned frown on her face. Desire shot through me once more, but I couldn’t let it happen again. It had been a mistake the first time no matter how amazing it was.

  “Abigail—” I started.

  “Don’t worry so much,” she said. “I’m not going to sell you out to my Dad if you are worried about that.”

  “I’m not worried about that,” I said. “I worry about other things that could be bad for the both of us here.”

  “Like what exactly?”

  “Like what your Dad told me this morning,” I said, seriously. “I believe him, Abi. I’ve been over there dealing with the men your Dad puts behind bars. They’ll kill you if they get a chance.”

  “I understand that, but not everything in life is a mission. Is it a mission now to be here on the beach with me?”

  “Of course not. I just—”

  Warm lips pressed up against mine. It rendered me silent just as she knew it would. I tried desperately to fight the fire raging, but I couldn’t even if I tried. She kissed me softly for a long minute before pulling back to smile up at me.

  “You need to let things go, and just relax a bit. Enjoy what you have in front of you.”

  I shook my head in dismay. “That’s not what I’m here to do, Abi. I’m here to protect you.”

  “From the seagulls over there?”

  “That’s not what I meant,” I said in exasperation. “Plus, last night was—”

  Her fingertips rested on my lips, shushing me. “Don’t say it. Don’t say it wasn’t right, and that it shouldn’t have happened. I’m a grown woman as you’ve put it before. I can make my own decisions and live with them.” She let her fingers trace down my jaw gently. “And I’m okay with what happened. In fact, I think we should do it again.”

  “Right here?” I asked, shooting the tree lines another glance. It wouldn’t have been my first time to fuck in the open, but those days were supposedly past me with my tainted-ass youth. “Someone could come walking over here at any moment.”

  “We better make it quick then,” Abigail said.

  She stood on her tiptoes to kiss me. As much as I should have, I couldn’t find it me to resist. I wound my arms around her tightly and returned the kiss with just as
much fervor I could muster. It felt so good to have her wrapped up in my arms, feeling her warm body pressed up against mine, that I was powerless to my desires rising again.

  I had to have Abigail, and something told me, I wouldn’t be able to let her go even if I tried.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN - ABIGAIL

  Nothing would ever feel better than Harley’s warm lips against mine, or how his strong arms cradled me close. I never felt safer than I did then on the beach with him pulling me down into the hot sand below him.

  The weight of Harley’s body draped over mine brought a shiver of anticipation. Our kisses quickly grew passionate while Harley’s tongue battled mine for dominance. His lips tore away from mine with a low moan to nip his way down the side of my neck. He found a particularly sensitive spot that made me squirm in pleasure, and sucked there intently until I was arching up against him in need.

  Harley’s hand clasped my right hip. “How are you feeling down there?”

  “A bit sore,” I said, breathlessly. “Nothing I didn’t expect.”

  “Hm.” He leaned back up to kiss me hotly for a moment. “Well, I have a solution for that if you want.”

  His eyes were dark and stormy as the endless sea behind him. I nodded in wordless permission of whatever solution he had. I trusted Harley’s skills when it came to a lot of things in such a short period of time.

  Those wickedly talented hands tugged the skirt of my dress up before reaching under to hook his fingers on the elastic band of my bikini bottoms. The hot air caressed me below. Alarm skittered through me when Harley’s mouth started to trail kisses down my inner thigh. My eyes widened when Harley’s hot breath blew across the helpless nerves there before his tongue was there— gently swirling in a soothing rhythm.

  My fingers buried themselves in the sand to keep myself grounded against the onslaught of Harley’s tongue and fingers. He kept that same rhythm until I couldn’t see straight anymore. I could feel the beginning signs of an impending release, but Harley’s mouth lifted right before it could happen. An ache filled me.