Protected by a SEAL (Alpha SEALs, Book 6) (20 page)

“You’re mine, Ella. You have been since the
first night I saw you.”

Tears streamed down her cheeks.

“Don’t cry,” he said, his voice husky. “I’m
going to protect you. Hold you. Kiss you and make you cry out my
name over and over again as I pleasure you. I’ll take care of you.
Always. But don’t cry.”

“Brent,” she whispered.

His lips parted, and his eyes blazed down at
her. “Get your things; get whatever you want. I’ll arrange for the
rest to be moved wherever you want to go. Your decision. But know
that I want you with me.”

“It’s just all too soon. Too fast. We hardly
even know each other.”

Brent leveled her with a gaze. “We’ll get to
know each other.”

“You’re not that guy, Brent. The
relationship type. You’re the man with a million different women
trailing after him.”

“A million?” he asked, lips quirking in a
smile.

“A lot,” she conceded. “But I can’t let
myself fall for you and get my heart broken.”

“I won’t hurt you.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I won’t hurt you,” he repeated, voice
solemn. “I’ll hold you close. Keep you safe. I’ll protect you with
all my heart.”

“God, Brent.”

His lips brushed against hers. Soft. Gentle.
“Tell me what you need. We’ll pack your stuff. Get you settled into
my hotel room. And then, sweetheart? We’ll figure something out.
You have to finish school down here in Florida. I have to get back
to Little Creek. But hell, I’m not letting you out of my life.”

Brent’s eyes followed Ella as she moved
around her studio apartment. He crossed his arms, leaning against
the wall, as he watched her work. Hell, he wanted a long, hot
shower, too. With her. He wanted to rub the tension out of her
shoulders. Trail his fingers across her skin. Run his hands over
her body, touching her, making sure she was okay. And for once he
wasn’t thinking with his dick—he just needed to comfort her. Make
her feel safe. Assure himself she was really all right.

Ella tossed some clothes on top of her
dresser and then slowly spun in a circle as if looking for
something. She crossed the room and froze as she reached the foot
of her bed.

“What do you need?” he asked, growing
concerned at the fear etched across her face.

“My overnight bag is under the bed.”

Brent crossed the room toward her. “I’ll
grab it.”

“Okay,” she whispered, unmoving.

His arm snaked around her waist from behind.
His other arm wrapped around her shoulders, pulling her close, and
she clung to his forearm. “Tell me what’s wrong so I can fix
it.”

“Just bad memories.”

“Of last night?”

She nodded.

“I’m right here, and I won’t let anyone hurt
you.”

She nodded, sniffing. “Come on. Let’s see
about that hot shower.” He guided her to her bathroom, making a
mental note to grab her overnight bag for her and toss in a few
things. Get her out of here as soon as possible. He turned on the
water, letting it warm as he stripped her bare. He tugged her tank
top up over her head, dragging his fingers across her soft skin.
Kissed her temple. Brushed his lips over hers. Unbuttoning her
shorts, he let them fall from her hips. She looked up at him, those
blue eyes so open and trusting, and suddenly he was kissing her
deeply. Unfastening her bra. Tugging down her panties.

He shucked his own shirt and pants, and
seconds later, was taking her hand and pulling her into the shower
stall. Warm water rained down around them, and Brent thumbed away a
few of her tears. Kissed her.

“Thank you,” she said.

Brent cocked an eyebrow. “For what?”

“Taking care of me. Finding me.”

“I meant what I said, Ella. I left because I
didn’t want to hurt you. But it hurt more not being around you.
Because I’ve needed you since the first night we met.”

“You needed me?”

“I’ve never thought about another woman so
much. Ever. I didn’t care if you didn’t want to see me—I just
needed to make sure you were safe. That you’d quit that shitty
job.”

“It was stupid to go back there.”

“It’s in the past. And I’d much rather focus
on the present. You. Me. Tell me what you need.”

“You. I just need you.”

He kissed her again and pulled her closer,
felt her soft curves against him. Her breasts pillowed against his
chest. His aching cock rubbed against her flat stomach. She gasped
as she felt his thick erection, and male pride surged through him.
She was so soft and warm. So fucking sweet. And at the moment, he
simply wanted to devour her. Kiss every square inch of that soft
skin. Let his tongue slide all over her wet body. Run his hands
over all those tempting curves. Then bring her to orgasm again and
again, making her fall apart in his arms.

Only after his woman had been thoroughly
sated would he sink into heaven, feeling her pussy spasm around his
cock, claiming Ella as his once and for all.

***

Ella gazed up at Brent as the water rained
down around them. His blue eyes blazed down at her, stubble coating
his strong jaw. Droplets of water ran down his muscles—his thick
biceps, broad pectorals, and six—no, make that an eight-pack. She
longed to feel all those pounds of muscle moving against her.
Holding her close. Keeping her safe. His thick length jutted out,
pressing temptingly against her belly. He was long and hard, with
bulging veins and a swollen head. She needed to have his engorged
shaft moving within her, easing the emptiness inside. She wanted to
have Brent take control and possess her, making her forget
everything but this moment with him.

And as his eyes met hers? She was about to
melt into a puddle on the shower floor just from his smoldering
look alone.

“I’m going to touch you—make you come all
over my fingers. Make your walls pulse around me. I’m going to lick
you—taste all of your sweet folds, make your pussy spasm all over
my tongue. And then I’m going to bury my cock deep inside
you—exactly where I fucking belong.”

“Brent, my God.” She flushed at his
bluntness. “The things you say….”

“Say it, Ella. Say you’ll be mine.”

“Yes. I need you,” she replied. “I need all
of you.”

Brent’s lips moved over her as he backed her
against the cool tile wall. She shuddered at the feel of cold, hard
tiles against her skin, and then Brent was pressing closer, his
body practically covering her own. His stubble scraped against her
cheeks as his mouth claimed hers. As their lips melded together,
touching, caressing. He kissed like she’d never been kissed before,
and then his tongue was seeking entrance, lightly thrusting in and
out of her mouth. She sucked in gasps of air as he moved lower,
trailing a line of kisses and nips down her neck and chest until
his lips found one nipple. He sucked the taut bud into his mouth as
shockwaves of pleasure quaked through her.

His wicked tongue flicked back and forth
with feather light touches, and she arched closer to him, every
nerve ending in her body tingling with desire. He didn’t make any
pretenses, just slid his hand right to her core. Exactly where she
needed him. His fingers parted her lips, and suddenly he was
caressing her intimately, touching her arousal-dampened folds. His
fingers stroked against her as heat filled her belly and coiled
lower. Unwittingly, she thrust against his hand, shamelessly
seeking more. One finger circled her opening and then slowly pushed
inside, eased by her slickened walls. Her walls instantly clamped
down around him, needy for his touch.

“God, Brent….”

“I’m right here, baby. I’ll get you
there.”

He pulled his hand away and then two thick
fingers penetrated her, slowly moving in and out, stretching her
swollen walls. The exquisite pressure was nearly too much to bear,
and her sex fluttered against his hand as an orgasm began to build
within. His lips found her nipple again, and his mouth pulled on
the taut bud, sucking hard. He built her up higher, his fingers
thrusting in and out, and just when she thought she might die of
pure pleasure, he slid his thumb over her throbbing clit.

She screamed as her orgasm slammed into her
from out of nowhere, bucking against him as she rode his hand.
Brent didn’t let up, letting her climax against him as wave after
wave of pleasure washed over her. She gasped for breath as the
intensity became too much, nearly falling forward save for Brent’s
strong arms holding her up. And then a moment later he was kneeling
before her, lifting her leg up over one of his broad shoulders as
she leaned back against the slick wall.

Brent’s gaze heated as he eyed her bare sex,
and suddenly his mouth was upon her. Ella moaned and writhed
against the wall as Brent ate her, holding her leg wide open for
him to simply devour her. He licked all of her folds, his mouth
working over her as if he couldn’t ever get enough. She trembled
against his lips, crying out, and then Brent’s tongue penetrated
her core. He pulsed in and out, leaving her bucking against him.
She grabbed hold of his head as he knelt between her legs, and the
intensity began to build again. She closed her eyes, seeing stars,
and as his thumb swept over her clit, suddenly she was screaming a
second time, coming again on his tongue.

“Oh my God,” she gasped, nearly falling into
him as he stood to his full height. Muscular hands held her up,
cupping her ass, kneading her breast as her head fell forward onto
his shoulder.

“Fucking hell,” he said, his voice gravel.
“I could go down on you all night, and I’d never get enough of your
sweet taste. Never.”

He ducked lower and kissed her, his full
mouth moving over hers, and she could taste herself on his lips.
She reached between them, wrapping her hand around his throbbing
cock. Brent hissed in approval, and she pumped his shaft, watching
as he closed his eyes and inhaled a sharp breath. It felt heady
having some sort of power over him. Making this powerful man stop
in his tracks because of her. Her thumb ran across the crown, and a
drop of pre-come released.

“Ella.”

His hand closed over hers, and those icy
blue eyes nailed her with a stare. “I’m not the type of man to make
love slow and gentle.” He moved her hand away as his cock jerked
against her stomach.

“I want you, Brent. I need you inside
me.”

His hand slid to her sex again, his fingers
running through her folds, still dripping with arousal. Warmth
surged through her, and she was shocked to discover a third orgasm
already beginning to build. “Submit to me, Ella,” he said, lightly
rubbing his knuckles against her clit as she gasped. “Let me make
you mine.”

“Yes,” she whimpered.

“I won’t hurt you,” he said, his voice low.
“I’d never hurt you.”

He easily lifted her up into his arms,
pushing her back against the cool tile wall. Her arms wrapped
around his broad shoulders as his forearms supported her thighs,
spreading her wide open, leaving her vulnerable to him. Brent ran
his cock through her folds, teasing her as the head of his erection
nudged against her aching clit.

“Brent, please. Stop teasing me.”

He lined the tip of his erection up with her
entrance, and then in one powerful thrust, Brent was inside her.
She cried out and clung to him as he filled her completely, and he
stilled for a moment as she adjusted to his size. And then he was
moving against her, lifting her up and down on his cock, bucking
against her. Brent spread her wide, the base of his penis rubbing
against her clit each time he thrust into her. Her walls began to
spasm around him, clenching down on his hard length, and then
suddenly she was pushed over the precipice, falling, surrendering
to the pure pleasure.

Ella stepped into the towel Brent was
holding, trying not to flush under his heated stare. The man had
just been
inside
her for God’s sakes. She’d come on his
fingers and his tongue. Why was she feeling shy now?

“You’re blushing,” Brent said, the corner of
his mouth tugging upward. He wrapped the towel around her, pulling
her close.

“I just screamed loud enough for the entire
building to hear.”

“That’s usually a good sign,” he said,
flashing her a cocky grin.

His hands ran down her back, just edging
beneath the towel, his fingers lightly caressing her bare bottom
where it met the back of her thigh. She squirmed in his arms,
amazed she was
still
aroused after three orgasms. Holy
hell.

“Get dressed. Pack your bag. We’re staying
at my hotel.”

“And then?”

“I’ve got an apartment back in Little Creek.
Come stay with me this summer. The semester’s almost over,
right?”

“I need to finish school, Brent.”

“Absolutely.” He ducked down and brushed a
chaste kiss over her lips. “But is it wrong to want you to myself
in the meantime? Finish the semester and come live with me this
summer. Next year we’ll figure something out.”

“I’d need to find a new job.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Unless you find a
kickass job here for the summer, what’s the difference in waiting
tables here versus Virginia Beach?”

“Not a thing,” she admitted. “And really, I
was hoping to find an internship this summer. Waitressing wasn’t
exactly ever my number one choice.”

“Well then, problem solved.”

Ella laughed. “How do you figure that?”

“Hell, sweetheart, my team and I have lots
of connections. The girlfriends of the guys have connections. Hit
up Brianna with your resume, and we’ll have something by the time
summer rolls around.”

“And what exactly do you think is going to
happen this summer?”

“I’m going to convince you to be mine. Every
damn night.”

Brent kissed her again, backing her against
the bathroom door, and her towel dropped to the floor,
forgotten.