Delta's Baby Surprise (Special Forces Elite 1)

I spun in his arms as he peeled my T-shirt over my head. We knocked into one case of wine and then another as we staggered backward. Somehow the bottles didn’t break. I was dizzy and horny. My balance was failing me as I walked ahead of him to the sofa in the corner of my writing nook. I pushed the heavy curtain out of the way.

“Secret spot?” he asked. He reached for a bottle of wine on one of the shelves before he stepped through the curtains. He pulled them closed and placed the wine on the floor.

I nodded. “No one has ever been here.” I don’t know why I told him that. Did I think it was important to confess in some way that I hadn’t had sex in forever? Did I want him to know that I didn’t have random hookups like this? I could tell Jeremy wasn’t in the mindset to process my motivations.

He lifted me against his chest. I moaned as his lips touched my collarbone, burning my skin with his mouth. He lowered me to the couch. I looked at the powerful man standing over me as he unbuttoned his five-hundred-dollar shirt. The fabric skated over sculpted arms and landed in a heap on the floor.

He leaned to kiss me. My nails skimmed the contours of his abs until I landed on his belt buckle.

He groaned. “Don’t stop now, Evie.” He kissed me behind my ear.

I was like a woman possessed. I grasped the end of his belt, yanking it free. I jerked his zipper and in one tug his pants fell open, dropping to his ankles. Holy shit. I just undressed Jeremy Hartwell. When had I ever slept with a heartthrob?

He climbed on the small sofa. It creaked under his weight. His body was long and wide. He had an athletic frame. Everyone thought he should have played football. He had the shape of a tight end, but he loved baseball. He might not have been a professional athlete any longer, but he looked like one. Every sculpted inch of him.

“You’re a sweet surprise, tonight,” he growled between my breasts. “Maybe you can turn this shitty day around for me.” He traced the soft white line of my bra until he had pushed my nipples into the air. I gasped.

They were hard and pointed. Desperate to be touched. His tongue lashed over one and then the other. I arched into him, realizing as my hips rubbed against his, his shaft was harder than before. Was he some kind of sex cyborg? How did that even happen?

He leaned back on his ankles.

“You don’t need these.” He gripped the zipper on my jeans and shirked the denim off my thighs.

He hovered over me. Today would be the day I decided to wear black and white polka-dotted panties. When I slid them on after my shower, I only cared that they were comfortable and I could wear them with my fitted jeans without showing off a bulging panty line. But the way Jeremy was eyeing them, I suddenly realized the sheer black fabric made them look enticing.

He licked his lips and I shuddered. The sexual energy dripped from his shoulders. It dripped from every part of him.

“Maybe the good girl has a dirty side after all.” He winked, peeling the panties off my thighs and tossing them on my desk. I stared in amazement.

Jeremy ran a finger between my folds. I hissed, knowing I was needy. Knowing how much his touch made me ache to my core. I was starving for an orgasm. Starving for a man. He growled, pushing a thick finger inside me.

Oh shit. I wasn’t prepared for this. I wasn’t prepared for any of it. It felt so good.

He shoved my knees wide, settling between my thighs. He leaned over, reaching for the bottle of wine on the floor.

“What are you—” I protested.

He wasn’t seriously going to use a bottle of wine for sex, was he? Oh hell, he was. He twisted the cap, flicking it across the room. I moaned when he tipped the bottle over my center and began to lap up the spilled wine, trickling across my clit.

“Holy shit,” I groaned, yanking his hair in my fists. I’d never felt anything so incredibly erotic in my life.

He latched on my clit, sucking and twisting his tongue in circles. He doused my pussy with more wine before drinking from my heat. I thrashed under him, knowing I wouldn’t experience sensuality like this again.

I kept one hand on the back of his head, while the other traveled to my nipples. I twisted and plucked while Jeremy worked my clit like a fucking expert. I was going to spill over into my first orgasm before I was ready.

He set the wine next to the couch and positioned himself for the homerun. His fingers moved in and out of me while his tongue lashed my clit with the kind of rhythm that was meant for one thing—the ultimate orgasmic explosion.

“Oh damn it, Jeremy.” It hit me with massive force. I turned my face into the side of the couch so I could let out a ragged scream.

I panted for relief while the rippling circled my muscles. It lit something in me. A tiny flame had turned into a bonfire. I wanted more. I sighed, daring to face him. He reached toward the floor, this time searching in his pants pocket for something. He held up a square foil packet.

And I knew then I was about to have sex with a legend.

Seven

Jeremy

It wasn’t as if I walked into Bella’s this afternoon, thinking I could track down a girl I used to know and kill time getting drunk and fucking. After the hell I went through this morning, it seemed like Evie had landed in my lap for a reason. She was the only thing keeping me from spiraling even further.