Delta's Baby Surprise (Special Forces Elite 1)

“I know exactly how old I was.” I moaned as his tongue swirled over my nipple.

“And you definitely didn’t have these.” He pinched the taut bud with his fingers watching with lust as I bowed under him.

“More,” I whispered. “Give me more, Cole.”

“No. No I can’t.” He moved to the other side and I rolled onto my back so he could have all the access he wanted.

I reached down. He was already hard. I fisted his cock in my hand. The silky smooth skin slid under my palm. My thumb massaged his tip.

I wanted him again. Sex with Cole had been the single most amazing sexual experience of my life. Not that I had many. But I was officially addicted to his body.

“Kaitlyn,” he groaned, kissing my neck.

“Yes?”

“We’re not doing this this morning.” He pushed off the bed and looked down at me.

“What? We’re not?”

He moved my hand away. “I’ve already fucked up. I’ve gotta do the right thing, Kaitlyn.”

He tucked the sheet around my chest and reached down for his boxer briefs.

“What do you mean?” I was angry. “Do you regret it?”

“No. Hell no. But it doesn’t mean we can do it again. It was great. You were great.” He turned to find his shorts.

“Great?” My eyes narrowed.

He rubbed the back of his head. Damn it, why was he so ripped and chiseled? I followed the contoured lines of his biceps.

“Great was the wrong word.” He sat on the edge of the bed, tilting my chin toward him. For a second I thought he was joking. He was going to undress and get back in bed. “Last night we both gave in to something that felt good. But Ryan would fucking shoot me. And lock you up. It was on me to make the right call.”

“And you didn’t make the call my brother would approve of?”

He hung his head. “Don’t say it like that. You knew this was complicated before you invited me in. I just assumed we were on the same page, Kaitlyn. This can’t happen again.”

“Right. Because of you and Ryan.”

He looked at me. “And you and Ryan.”

“He’s overseas. He doesn’t care. This is insane.”

Cole stood from the bed, refastening the button on his shorts. I wished he would find his shirt so I could stop looking at his six-pack.

I think what I hated the most was that what Cole said was right. My brother would never be ok with this. He would hate it from the minute he heard about it.

“You’re right,” I admitted.

“What?” Cole stopped dressing.

I nodded. “I said you’re right. Ryan wouldn’t understand and he’d freak out. You’re right.”

“So we’re ok?” he asked.

I smiled. “We are.”

Inside I wasn’t. I wanted a replay. I wanted another last night. I wanted to pull Cole back to bed and never let him go.