Fallen SEAL Legacy (40 page)

He hesitated and inhaled.

“What’s wrong?” she frowned.

“Come here for a second. We need to talk.” He brought her over to the couch, sat her down, and noticed she’d kicked off her heels. “You want some strawberries?”

“Feed me,” she said as she leaned back into the couch and looked at him with half-lidded eyes.

“My pleasure,” he said as he unscrewed the cap on the mineral water and poured some into the two champagne glasses. Holding the chocolaty strawberry in his right hand, he eased it between her plump lips and onto her tongue. She bit down, and he was left with a green stem. Watching her eat the strawberry was making him so hard he could hardly stand it.

And she knew it. One of her fingers idly ran over her own collarbone and down. He could see that whatever she was wearing underneath her coat was low cut, and he was thrilled.

“So, what did you want to talk to me about?” she purred as she accepted a bubbling flute from him, pressed the cold glass against her swollen eye, then clinked her glass against his and sipped.

“You want a cold towel for that?” He asked with a sympathetic squint.

She shook her head,
no.

Cooper barely sipped the bubbly before he set his glass back down. He adjusted his pants, straightening his pockets and moving closer to her. He picked up her errant hand and kissed the fingers and her palm, which she’d turned outstretched. He was so hungry for her he could hardly stand it.

“I said I never wanted to leave your side. I’m afraid I’ve lied to you.”

She stilled and tried to take back her hand. He wouldn’t let her.

“I can’t be with you 24/7, like I told you that second or third day we met. I go away on deployments for several months at a time. I go on training sessions for months at a time. You’d be home alone—“

Libby covered his mouth with her fingers. “I don’t care.”

“A lot of couples in the community have a hard time.”

“I know.”

“I probably make less than your father’s secretary.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Kinda cramped in my little home.”

“I like being slammed up against the walls and bumping into you all the time, Coop.” Then she smiled, rubbing a finger over his nipple. “Would you consider an apartment with a real bed and a shower that wouldn’t go cold in five minutes?”

“Anything, honey. You do know it’s hell on couples when they are apart for so long. The odds aren’t in our favor, Libby.”

“Shhh,” she said as she put her forefinger over his lips. “I already told you. I don’t care. They don’t have what we have.”

“No, honey, they don’t.” Coop actually began to tear up, and he could see she had the same reaction. He took a big gulp of air and then let it out. “I’ve never said this to anyone before, well, not to a girl—a woman.”

She cocked her head and smiled, observing his awkwardness.

“Tell me. Tell me, Cooper.”

He was overtaken with a wicked thought. “Okay, here goes. Libby, would you let Bay live with you at your parent’s house?”

At first she jolted as if she’d been slapped. Her beautiful warm eyes got wide as she searched his face, and, sure enough, he couldn’t hold back the lie that was making him bust up inside with laughter. He’d never be able to lie to this woman. Ever. They both smiled.

“No, that wasn’t what I wanted to say.” He leaned over and planted a long, lingering kiss on her soft mouth, and heard the little groan deep in her throat. To her lips he whispered, “I love you.”

“Tell it to me again,” she said between kisses.

“I love you, Libby.”

“And again?”

“I love you. And I want to marry you.” She leaned back and stared at him. He added, “if you’ll have me.”

“If I’ll have you? I’ve wanted you from the first day I met you at our doorstep. You are and have always been the one I wanted. Nothing would please me more than to spend the rest of my life here, with you.”

“Well, it can’t be here. I mean, I can’t afford this all the time. But I’ll never leave you. I’ll always be with you.”

“I would wait forever for you. No matter how far you have to go, I will be waiting for you to return to me. Always, Cooper. Always.”

Cooper fiddled in his pocket for the ring he’d bought that afternoon. It was all he had left in his checking account after paying for the room. “It isn’t much, but it’s yours.”

“And I will cherish it forever because you gave it to me.” He slipped it on her finger and kissed it there, relieved it fit.

“Some day—“

“It’s perfect. What we have is perfect, Cooper.”

How could he be so lucky? How could this beautiful woman want to spend her life being his partner? He couldn’t believe his tremendous good fortune. He knew his mother was looking down on him right now. He thanked her for being the first woman he loved. He thanked his dad for being the plain man with a heart of gold who had taught him more about being a man than even the Navy had. He would miss them. But he had to quietly ask them to turn their backs. And he mentally explained.

I’m going to love her with everything I’ve got tonight. And I don’t want you to watch.

They’d sat on the couch, watching the sun pour itself into the ocean’s horizon while they finished the mineral water. Libby could barely touch the steak and everything else he had laid out for her so carefully. But she just wasn’t hungry. She was fully satisfied. The strawberries, on the other hand, enhanced something deep and erotic which was building between them. Something she was looking forward to. Tonight she was spending the night with the man of her dreams, who was going to be her man forever, would be her husband, would wear a ring on his finger telling the whole world he belonged to someone, in a honeymoon suite he’d picked out and planned.

“You must be hot,” he turned and said to her.

“I am.” She gave him that wicked smile and she saw his eyes glaze.

He unbuttoned the velvet coat and did a quick inhale when he discovered she had nothing on underneath the coat but panties.

He chuckled.

She explained. “I like how you take my panties off, and sometimes I need help with them.”

“Very happy to be of assistance.”

“Was hoping you’d see it that way.” She so wanted the feel of his hands on her body.

Cooper peeled the coat off her shoulders. The red satin lining fell open against the couch cushions. She matched his movements by removing his opened shirt. She even loved the feel of the stiff white cotton smelling of fabric softener, and the scent that was uniquely her man.

His forefinger rubbed the top of the bandless white lace panties. She was massaging his temple and down along his ear. At last, he bent over and covered her breast with his mouth, sucking and then ending with a little bite before he attended to her other nipple. His hands slid underneath her and squeezed her buttocks. She parted her knees and he slid up over her.

He kissed a trail down to her belly button, then explored with his tongue under the flange of the panties, then down further. His finger hooked the thin fabric below her waist and he pulled, sliding the panties down her thigh, revealing her swollen, eager sex. He bent to insert his tongue into her, and Libby felt the immediate spasm of pleasure his tongue bestowed. She arched back and twisted her fingers in the hair at the top of his head, loving the way he laved her, the way he kissed and tasted her most sensitive, secret place.

He inserted two fingers into her, twisting them, and kissing the swollen lips at the sides. He kissed the little hollow between her peach and her upper thigh. His thumb smoothed over her clit. He pressed and squeezed it, causing her to jerk. He sucked the little nub and massaged it slowly with his tongue.

She was close to orgasm as she squeezed the tops of his shoulders, digging her nails into his flesh. He eased up, and rose to look at her face. His fingers continued their ministrations and she showed him how it felt—showed him with her eyes.

“I love watching you when you’re like this. I will think about this all the time, baby,” he said hoarsely.

She lifted her hips to meet his fingers and push against him, wanting him deeper. She closed her eyes, and when she opened them, he was still looking back down on her, his head cocked, that half smile on his face, his hair mussed and his lips wet with their combined juices.

Yes, I will always remember you this way, too.
“I love you, Calvin Cooper.”

He slid his arms around her waist and lifted her off the couch, carrying her to the bedroom.He’d set candles all around the room and the scent of jasmine was everywhere. The warm flickering glow made everything seem surreal, like it was from a wonderful, erotic dream. He lay her down on the bed, stood and slid his pants down.

Coop’s erection rubbed against her inner thigh as he climbed up on the bed and crouched over her. His cock nudged the little hollow and kissed her peach, spreading her lips and rubbing her wetness all over his tip. Libby raised her knees to give him better access. Cooper arched, found her opening and slowly began to fill her with his girth.

They stared at each other. He kissed her swollen eye, as if that would heal it. “I love you, Libby. With all my heart. Forever.”

“Yes. Forever.”

Cooper slid in fully in one slow, deep plunge. Libby felt like she exploded into a million stars as he carefully moved inside her, giving her time to adjust to him. He was still watching her as he moved his beautiful hips in a fluid in and out movement. She squeezed him with her internal muscles, feeling the wonder of his flesh against the walls of her insides. She could have remained this way all night.

He demanded to be deep, and she relaxed to give him all of her. The pace of their mating picked up. She pulled him inside her, clutched his buttocks and begged for deeper penetration. He was kissing her neck, under her ears. She put her teeth on the top of his shoulder.

Her orgasm was forming like a thunderstorm. He must have seen it. She had his face between her hands as he stopped, lurched inside her so deep it almost hurt, the blunt force of his cock against her felt so incredibly wonderful. He plunged in once, twice more and she exploded.

Her body shook as she threw her head back against the pillows as she dug her heels into the coverlet and pushed against his strength, needing him, wanting him, and craving him with every ounce of life force she had.

He slowed just long enough to bring her back to the room, tipped her chin with one large hand, kissed her and then groaned as his body released inside her.

It was what she’d always wanted. She knew that she would spend her whole life devoted to this beautiful warrior who had given her his full heart.

The End

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