Fay's Six

He had no idea, except all of this was new to him and he had no idea how to compartmentalize what was happening between his heart and his head.

For the first time in his life, he was truly frightened of an emotion that he didn’t understand.

He took her chin with his thumb and forefinger. He kissed her lips once. “Yes,” he whispered. “Not only do I need to know if I’m your type, but I want to know if this is more than just a fleeting thing for you because you’re making my head spin.”

“I’m making your head spin? What does that mean?”

“I guess that was a poor choice in words.” He kissed the tender spot under her ear. “I care about you. A lot. More than I expected. More than anyone I’ve ever been involved with.”

“Is this going to be a speech?”

He lifted his head and caught her gaze. “I’m being serious.”

“I know. I’m sorry. But you’re scaring me a little.” She palmed his cheek. “This isn’t supposed to be happening between us.”

“But it is.”

She wrapped her arms and legs around him, pressing her entire body against his firmly and with purpose. “I can’t label this right now because I’m not sure either one of knows what we want out of it or—”

He pressed his finger over her lips. “I’m not asking for the moon and the stars. Or even a forever kind of commitment. I only want to know if you’re feeling even a little of what I am.”

“You know I am.” She pushed him to his back and reached for him, caressing him, and successfully rendering him speechless.

He sucked in a deep breath, enjoying her tender touch. Her lips danced over his skin as she made her way down his stomach. He watched as he disappeared into her mouth. He pooled her long brown hair on top of her head while his toes curled. His breathing became ragged. His control slowly slipped from his reach. “Come here.”

She lifted her head and smiled.

“You’re going to be the death of me.”

With more aggression than he meant, he flipped her over. His hands and mouth roamed her body, making sure he touched every inch until he nestled between her legs, tasting her sweetness.

Her soft moans filled the air like a warm summer breeze. Her pleasure was all that mattered. At least in the moment. His could wait.

He’d never considered himself a selfish lover, though he always took what he needed. But with Fay, it became imperative to put her first. As if he couldn’t be satisfied unless she had her fill before he’d taken his own. Pleasuring a woman had always been important. He never wanted one of his lovers to walk away feeling as though they hadn’t been cherished or that he hadn’t made them the center of his universe for the time they’d been together.

However, he hadn’t thought about it the same way he did with Fay. Hers became the center of his attention. An obsession almost.

She dug her heels into his back and her nails into his shoulders. Her groans became louder and she called out his name as her body convulsed and quivered.

He kissed his way up to her lips and took her mouth in a hot, messy kiss. He thrust himself into her with a powerful stroke.

Her legs wrapped around him and she rolled her hips.

They moved together as one, knowing exactly what the other needed and when. The buildup was as intense as the release, which hit him so hard and fast it made his toes curl.

He buried his face in her neck, trying desperately to catch his breath.

She held him tight, crushing his body.

It took a good five minutes before either one could relax.

He rolled to the side and pulled the covers up. “You’ve ruined me.”

“I think that’s the nicest thing a man has ever said to me after great sex.”

“The best ever.” He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her temple. “I hope you don’t think I was brushing your feelings about Lee under the rug or worse, belittling you earlier before we raced upstairs to devour each other.”

She glanced up and smiled. “Not at all. I can tell he grates on you with his ridiculous attitude toward women in the workplace.”

“He always has, but he’s gotten worse. Or maybe I’ve gotten less tolerant.”

“Or maybe you’re both just exposed more often,” she said. “No offense, but the SEALs don’t have many women in their ranks.”

“That’s true.”

“In general, special forces is a man’s world.”

“There are a lot of women in positions of power and there should be more, but that’s not the point.” He ran a hand through her long, thick hair. “I don’t want you to ever feel as though I’m not hearing you when it comes to our work. I see you as my equal.” He laughed. “Actually, you’re smarter than me when it comes to half this shit. I value and respect you. I’m grateful to be working with you.”

“Anyone ever tell you that you’re a complete and utter dork?”