Tempting Target: Heart of a SEAL (4 page)

“No one deserves to be treated like you just treated me. You keep your dirty hands and filthy looks off me. I can’t believe there are monsters.” She let go of his mangled manhood and stood up. The drink that had looked so fresh and inviting just made her angry looking at it. She picked it up and dumped it on his head before she walked off. She wanted to wash her hands because who knew where that man and his dirty dick had been.

Damn it.
She didn’t want to leave all her shit there, but she just picked up her purse, shoes, and towel and left the chair and umbrella where it was. Maybe she could talk to someone in management about going to get it for her later this afternoon.

The nerve of that guy.
Just thinking that because I have a few extra pounds on my frame that I would be willing to go to bed with just anyone. Maybe he knows about Matt and knows that I got fingered in a restaurant where anyone could have seen me… but who cares if I did. Even if he did see what happened between two consenting adults that doesn’t mean he can get it in just because he wants to.
She opened the door to the hotel and couldn’t even enjoy the coolness of the air conditioner because she was fuming. It was like the further she was from the situation the angrier she got.

“Hey there, Emmy,” Matt said from behind her.
What’s up with everyone coming up on me where I can’t see them?

She whirled on him, “What do you want?”

CHAPTER FOUR

Matt didn’t know what was going on with Emmy, but when he’d seen her marching into the hotel lobby like the devil was at her heels, he wondered what he’d missed. After he left her, he got a bit to eat and then took a shower. He was actually getting ready to find her out on the beach when she stormed past him. When he caught up with her, she whirled on him with heaving breaths and adrenaline running through her like wildfire.

He held his hands up to his chest, as he waited for her to get it together and realize he wasn’t a threat. However, he really wanted to ask whose ass he needed kick.

“I’m sorry,” she said, once she caught her breath. It looked like the adrenaline had left her in one fell swoop, and she was exhausted.

“Tell me what happened,” he said, as he pulled her into a hug. She settled into his arms, and he wasn’t going to think about how right this felt. This wasn’t his normal routine—emotional women, comfort in public places, the fire in his belly to maim the person who’d done this to her. He had to pull himself together, too.

She pushed off his chest gently. “It’s nothing. I’m okay. Go about your day.”

He caught her arm. “That’s not going to work. I want to know who made you run like that. Did someone threaten you?”

“I’m not a child, Matt. I know you read my list and feel like I need some assistance with every area of my life, but I can handle myself.”

“I know you aren’t a child; believe me, I know. The reason I keep coming back is because I enjoy your company. Did I want to help you fulfill the items that I could on your list? Yes. I enjoy your company.”

“And I’m an easy lay?”

He’d been around enough women to know when one wanted to fight, and even though he hadn’t been the one to bring the anger out of her, he was going to have to be the one to deal with it.

“I don’t remember that being on your list. Did you want to be an easy lay?” He backed her up against the wall in the alcove and brought his mouth down to taste her. “Someone got your panties all twisted up, and you are ready to let loose on someone. I’m willing to let that be me.”

She wrapped her arms around his head and pulled him down to kiss her, and she did it almost exactly the way he’d kissed her yesterday. Like she was hungry and had found what she wanted to eat.

Emmy looked almost frantic, and he hoped that pushing her right now was the best thing to do.

“So, Emmy, do you want to ride my cock, or do you want me to eat your pussy? Pick which ever you like, but you need to come hard and let go of whatever has you worked up—unless you want to deal with it another way.”

“Which other way?” She looked leery but interested.

“I can go find the bastard and fuck him up.”

She smiled. “What makes you think it was a guy that made me so mad?”

“Well, you came back with only a few of the things you left with, so you left quickly. You look flushed and agitated, so that tells me that the confrontation was rather heated. Plus, I don’t think you’d be walking that quickly from a female.”

“What are you an investigator?” she asked him, like she was amazed that he’d figured all that out from the information he’d received

“What I am is tuned into you.” He could tell that she wasn’t sure about the choices he gave her, so he had another idea. “I’m ready to do something else on your list.”

She looked at him intrigued.

“Go into the pool and wait for me in the shallow end.” He walked off to find the manager. It took a few minutes to talk the man into giving him what he wanted. Matt wasn’t surprised; he was a negotiator and master sniper, so he usually found a way to get his way.

When he got to the pool, Emmy was laying on a chair by the pool, like she was asleep. “Is that where I told you to wait for me?”

She smiled with her eyes closed. “I wondered what my punishment would be for not following the rules.”

“Someone is wanting to be punished?” he questioned.

She just sat there with her eyes wide, and she’d sucked her bottom lip between her teeth.
Fuck, that is hot
. He put his thumb on the lip she was biting on and pulled down until she let go, but then she surprised him by pulling his thumb into her mouth and sucking on it like it was his cock. This wasn’t his plan exactly, but he had a way to make what they both wanted to happen. He withdrew his thumb from her mouth, and they both moaned.

“It’s taking all I have not to pull out my cock and slip it between your shiny lips. You look hungry, Emmy. Didn’t I feed you well enough last night?” He watched her eyes widen and wondered what she was cooking up in her head. Matt stood up and walked backward to the pool.

“There is no one else in here. Did you plan this?”

He watched her but didn’t say anything.

“I think you did, or you would stop me from doing this.” She pulled one of the strings on her bikini top and it fell down, leaving her big tits exposed to the air. She wasn’t out in the sun all that long, but he could tell the difference between the skin that was kissed by the sun and the skin that was hidden. She squeezed her boobs together and then pulled the nipples away from her body before she shook them a bit. Why that had practically made him a mindless zombie, he didn’t know. “Men just love boobs, huh?”

There was something to what she was saying, but he didn’t get it. “I can only speak for myself, but you have a beautiful rack.”

“How is it someone can look at you and it be so disgusting? Then, someone else looks at you in the same way, because of the same thing, and it’s arousing?” She looked puzzled, but she wasn’t really looking at him. Emmy was a little spacey and damned if he knew why.

“It’s probably just the feeling you get from the person and the chemistry involved.” He tried to give her the best answer he could to such a general question.

“Are you feeling a reaction,” she said, walking up to him and sliding her hand down his pants. This lesson wasn’t going to go anywhere if he didn’t get it together, and they only had ninety minutes before this place was again filled with people.

“You know just how to make my cock hard, Emmy. Were you doubting your skills?” He watched her face closely to see if he could get a read on what was going through her mind, but it wasn’t working at all.

She looked down and away from him with only a shrug.

“Come on.” He got in the pool, and he put his hand out to her, but she jumped in by herself and then walked over to him. Matt couldn’t help but snicker a bit.

“What’s so funny?” she questioned with her hands on her hips. This girl needed to fight or fuck, and he’d take the latter, but he was going to make it fun for her.

“You are. Strutting around with your tits swinging, knowing how distracting it is to me, but I am a Lieutenant Commander of the U.S. Navy, and I am going to control myself until we get a few things accomplished.”

“Like what,” she said, as she jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. “I found out a lot about myself yesterday.”

“Oh, really? Like what?” He held her and looked at the clock. It was debatable that she was going to let him do what needed to be done before she got rid of this excess energy. Matt still wanted to know what it was all about, but he knew people, and he could tell that she wasn’t going to give up and tell him whatever had upset her.

“I like rough sex and dirty talk. My plan was to work on it and use it the next time I fuck someone.” She was talking like she just told him she wanted to bake cakes for the people of the world, and she was looking at him like she wanted to know his thoughts.
Really?

That probably wouldn’t have gone over like a lead balloon if he couldn’t see her riding some joker for all he was worth—while murmuring naughty words out of the mouth he just pulled his thumb out of.

“Let’s hear what you’ve got.” He was just walking her around the pool, semi-floating so she could get the experience of swimming—in case they didn’t get to it today.

She cleared her throat, and he tried not to be distracted by her hard nipples that were rubbing up against his chest. “I want you to take out your thick, hard cock that I can feel rubbing on my ass and fuck me like you did yesterday, and I want you to bite me right when I’m getting ready to come. I want you to bite me hard, Matt. I can take it. My pussy is so wet just thinking about it now. Will you bite me…? Ooooh.” She lifted up and inserted one of her pool flavored nipples into his mouth.

“Emmy?” He was almost shocked at what that little bit of speech had done to him.

“Please, Matt.” She looked and acted like she wanted to be ridden hard, and honestly, he thought he’d be better than yesterday since he wasn’t so raw, but somehow she made him hungry for her. She unwrapped her legs from his waist and took off the bottoms of her bikini before she rewrapped herself around him fully naked.
Can I give her what she wants? Abso-fuckin-lutely.

“There isn’t a lot of time right now. You just want to come hard, and I’ll give you more later?” He shouldn’t have been surprised by the compromise in his voice. He wasn’t much for it. It wasn’t that he couldn’t, it was just he was never with anyone long enough or cared hard enough to think about it.

She nodded, and before he knew it, she reached down behind her and freed his cock from his trunks. It would have been funny if she hadn’t sunk right down on it without giving him a second to think about it. Emmy was the motor on this train because she was doing all the heavy lifting. Up and down, she tried to slam on his cock, but because of the water, she wasn’t getting exactly what she wanted. He walked over to the steps, so they could be in the water but out enough to give her what she sought.

He laid back and brought his hands to her ass like he’d done before, but this time he didn’t get the pleasure of watching what his taps did for her color. He kneaded, as he lifted her up, and squeezed, as he dropped her down. The echoes in the big pool were getting louder, and he hoped the manager had kept the people away from the door, or they were about to get a lesson in what sex sounds like.

“More, Matt, harder, deeper.” She crooned, and he swore it made his cock harder, listening to her dirty words coming out of that sweet mouth.

As hard as he was and as fucking sexy as this whole situation was, her saying that made something crack in his heart. He’d created a monster—a sweet-hearted, sexy monster. He brought her leg up and over to the other side, so she could spin on his cock, and he lifted her ass and moved with her, so they were both standing.

“You’re going to get what you’ve been begging for….” He almost came right then, as she bent over further like she was trying to give him more than she already was.

He started a rhythm that was powerful and fast, but he picked up more speed as she got louder and louder. Bringing her back toward him, he covered her mouth with one hand and worked her clit with the other. They came together in a way that was almost better than the first time. She was spent when they were finished, and he carried her to the chairs where they started all this.

“You brought me in here to teach me to swim. Didn’t you?” she asked him, as she dried off.

“Yes, ma’am.” He was drying off and thinking about how much fun he had with her. “We can try it out again tomorrow. Maybe we should keep an audience because then we will be forced to keep it clean.”

“I don’t know about that. You tend to go all crazy when I’m around. How will you ever settle yourself down?” She was playful and sassy, which was the total opposite of what she was before they started.

He helped her with her bathing suit—even though she fussed at him that she could do it herself, and by the time the manager knocked on the door at the appointed time, they were presentable.

“So what now?” he asked her, and she looked like a deer in the headlights. “I figure we met as soon as we exited the plane, we are just a few doors down from each other, and you keep running into me, so maybe we should just keep each other company. If that’s alright with you.”