“Remember back in the truck after The Blue?”

He kisses me again, deeper. Undoes the zipper of my dress. It falls as his tongue plunges into my mouth. I’m completely nude before him.

“Fuck, you tasted so good. I remember how tight you were. You were so close to coming in my mouth. I wanted you to come on my dick though.” He presses a muscled thigh between my legs, pushing slow and deep.

“Oh God,” I gasp as he takes my hands, holding them hostage above my head, so I’m pinned to the wall.

My brain is shocked by his words, but my body has a different reaction. I’m completely soaked, gyrating against his heavily muscled thigh as my wetness drips. I want to reach forward to bring his body to mine. I want more and can’t wait. He doesn’t budge.

“You think I don’t know what you want?” he whispers again into my ear, tongue darting out before his teeth nibble on my lobe. “I know exactly what you need. The question is, are you going to be a good girl and listen to what I say?” He brushes my hair out of my face with his free hand. “Will you listen like a good girl, Lauren?” he repeats.

I want to scream yes, but my mind-mouth connection has been severed. I can’t stop my body from swiveling against him.

“Y-yes,” I manage to stutter out.

His hazel-green eyes hold mine. Scruff lines his face, as though he forgot to shave for a few days. He’s so serious. He slightly shifts his body, so I can feel his hardness. It’s huge. I clench my inner muscles, panting for release. He’s an animal right now but in complete control.

“I want you begging for my dick. I want you shaking so hard; you can’t speak. I am going to ruin you,” he growls.

He brings his mouth closer to mine. I snake out my tongue, needing to taste him.

“Oh …”

He’s pure sex. The ache he brings out in me is so acute; I could cry.

His mouth attaches onto my nipple, and he sucks hard. Holy shit! This whole thing with Slade is crazy. I’m vanilla. I wear heels every day and get my hair professionally blow-dried twice a week. I don’t do casual sex with an ex-Navy SEAL. Who am I? I tried to convince myself I didn’t want him. He’s an asshole! But this asshole feels so. Damn. Good. Tremors rack my body. I’d take a lifetime of casual sex with this man, if I could.

In a rapid movement, his lips move to my other nipple. I want to grab his head and force him to move harder and faster, but I’m still completely at his mercy. Moving his lips away, he blows cool air against my hot breasts. My body trembles like it’s forty below.

“How is this possible?” I groan as he licks and sucks my wet nipples again and again, alternating and playing with them in his hot mouth.