Last Chance: Navy SEAL erotic romance (SEALs Crossfire Novella 1) Read Online Free
Author: Emma Rose
again. The way she looked in those white shorts and low cut red shirt had his fantasies running wild. What he could do to her. With an angry grunt, he yanked his pajama bottoms down, squirted some lotion on his hand and fisted his rock hard cock. He began pumping his dick, imagining his hand was McKenzie’s tight pussy, and found his release. He cleaned himself up with a discarded t-shirt on the floor and rolled over to try to sleep, images of McKenzie dancing behind his eyes when he closed them.
***
Sunday morning dawned with the sound of rain pattering against my window. I could hear the faint rumblings of thunder in the distance and all I wanted to do was turn over and go back to sleep. My sleep was fitful, with erotic dreams about Jason playing over and over. I felt more exhausted than when I laid down the night before and I groaned at the idea of having to do anything today. Though sleep sounded inviting, I forced myself up and showered, prepared to tackle the last three boxes and head out to the grocery store.
Grabbing a cup of coffee in the kitchen, I stared out my back window at the rain coming down in sheets from my roof and decided to save the grocery run for later. Finishing my coffee, I headed to the living room and looked at the last three boxes labeled, ‘books’, ‘office supplies’ and ‘miscellaneous’. Was it so wrong to want to leave those things alone for now since I didn’t need them right away? I elected to leave them for another day, scooted them from the middle of the room into a corner and perched on the edge of the couch to catch the Sunday news.
Feeling a bit sleepy, I set my coffee cup down on the end table and curled up on the couch with a soft chenille blanket. The news droned on in the back ground as my eyes slipped shut. The last thing I remember hearing was that the rain was going to last off and on through the week.
***
I woke with a start, disoriented. The house was gloomy and gray, but not dark and the sounds of the rain on the roof had ceased. Unsure of the time, or why I jumped awake I sat up, startled by the large figure sitting in the chair across from the couch. The bulk and width of his shoulders looked familiar, and when I squinted, my eyes still bleary with sleep, I realized it was Jason. I was a lot less surprised to see him this time, and I swung my legs off the edge of the couch to face him.
We just started at one another for a few minutes, my pulse hitching at the darkening of his golden eyes. His gazed raked over my body, taking in my cotton shorts and t-shirt, noticing right away my lack of a bra. I folded my arms over my chest self-consciously, and looked away. The heat of his stare causing me to grow warm and wet between my legs.
Jason stood, and walked to where I sat. He stood in front of me for a moment, not speaking, and a voice in the back of my head told me this was it, he had come to claim me. Part of me was terrified, a man like Jason oozed sex and danger, and I was just a naïve girl from the suburbs. At twenty-seven I had only had two sexual encounters, both of them nothing special, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to live up to his standards. The other part of me jumped for joy that a man as sexy as Jason would want me in his bed.
Jason sat next to me and rested his hand on my thigh, slowly moving it up. I held my breath as his fingers brushed my inner thigh, my sex throbbing and my pulse quickening. I looked down, my hair falling over my face to hide my blush as his hand moved closer to my underwear, sliding under the leg of my shorts. He tilted my chin up.
“Look at me,” He said, fire in his dark golden eyes.
I nodded, my eyes never leaving his as his fingers brushed over the silk of my underwear. I gasped as his fingers pushed them aside and he brushed against the seam of my pussy. One finger slid into my cleft and I moaned.
“God you’re wet,” He breathed.
He slid a second thick digit in, pumping them in and out. I gasped, raising my
***
Sunday morning dawned with the sound of rain pattering against my window. I could hear the faint rumblings of thunder in the distance and all I wanted to do was turn over and go back to sleep. My sleep was fitful, with erotic dreams about Jason playing over and over. I felt more exhausted than when I laid down the night before and I groaned at the idea of having to do anything today. Though sleep sounded inviting, I forced myself up and showered, prepared to tackle the last three boxes and head out to the grocery store.
Grabbing a cup of coffee in the kitchen, I stared out my back window at the rain coming down in sheets from my roof and decided to save the grocery run for later. Finishing my coffee, I headed to the living room and looked at the last three boxes labeled, ‘books’, ‘office supplies’ and ‘miscellaneous’. Was it so wrong to want to leave those things alone for now since I didn’t need them right away? I elected to leave them for another day, scooted them from the middle of the room into a corner and perched on the edge of the couch to catch the Sunday news.
Feeling a bit sleepy, I set my coffee cup down on the end table and curled up on the couch with a soft chenille blanket. The news droned on in the back ground as my eyes slipped shut. The last thing I remember hearing was that the rain was going to last off and on through the week.
***
I woke with a start, disoriented. The house was gloomy and gray, but not dark and the sounds of the rain on the roof had ceased. Unsure of the time, or why I jumped awake I sat up, startled by the large figure sitting in the chair across from the couch. The bulk and width of his shoulders looked familiar, and when I squinted, my eyes still bleary with sleep, I realized it was Jason. I was a lot less surprised to see him this time, and I swung my legs off the edge of the couch to face him.
We just started at one another for a few minutes, my pulse hitching at the darkening of his golden eyes. His gazed raked over my body, taking in my cotton shorts and t-shirt, noticing right away my lack of a bra. I folded my arms over my chest self-consciously, and looked away. The heat of his stare causing me to grow warm and wet between my legs.
Jason stood, and walked to where I sat. He stood in front of me for a moment, not speaking, and a voice in the back of my head told me this was it, he had come to claim me. Part of me was terrified, a man like Jason oozed sex and danger, and I was just a naïve girl from the suburbs. At twenty-seven I had only had two sexual encounters, both of them nothing special, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to live up to his standards. The other part of me jumped for joy that a man as sexy as Jason would want me in his bed.
Jason sat next to me and rested his hand on my thigh, slowly moving it up. I held my breath as his fingers brushed my inner thigh, my sex throbbing and my pulse quickening. I looked down, my hair falling over my face to hide my blush as his hand moved closer to my underwear, sliding under the leg of my shorts. He tilted my chin up.
“Look at me,” He said, fire in his dark golden eyes.
I nodded, my eyes never leaving his as his fingers brushed over the silk of my underwear. I gasped as his fingers pushed them aside and he brushed against the seam of my pussy. One finger slid into my cleft and I moaned.
“God you’re wet,” He breathed.
He slid a second thick digit in, pumping them in and out. I gasped, raising my
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