Chapter 4
Shannon awoke slowly, blinking in the darkness. As usual, the first sense that really took hold was her sense of smell. There was a strange combination of plumeria and musky male that had her confused. It took her a second to remember just where she was.
Hawaii. Chris and Cynthia’s wedding. She shifted her weight and came up against a hard wall of muscle.
Kade.
No wonder the bed felt like a heater. The man gave off heat like a steam engine. But she didn’t care. She had Francis McKade in her bed.
She smiled. She knew she looked smug, but who wouldn’t? The man she had in bed had to be every heterosexual woman’s dream come true. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she pulled herself up and rested her weight on her elbow. The man was amazing. Never in her life had she had a man that looked like this in her bed. Hard muscles, tattoos on his back, and damn, but he was like a wonderland made just for her. He was as gorgeous on the inside as on the outside.
Her fingers itched to touch, to explore. They were both tired from their trips over the Pacific, but she couldn’t stop herself. Without hesitation, she gave into her compulsion to touch him.
The moment she touched him, she felt that connection. It had been there from the first and had grown each time she saw him. Now there was something telling her that this was the man for her, the one that could be forever. But sadly, she didn’t think it would happen. His work, her life, it wouldn’t work out between the two of them.
She brushed those unhappy thoughts away and slipped her hand down his torso. She shivered at the feel of his warm flesh beneath her fingertips. Could a man be in better shape? She didn’t think so. His abs were sculpted, and even without trying, she was pretty sure she could bounce a quarter off his ass.
To get a better look at him, she slipped the sheet away from his body. The moonlight was weak, but she could see him. He was tan everywhere. How did he do that? She knew without a doubt he didn’t go to a tanning salon. She looked at the scar on his hip. It was a puckered wound, not very big. She knew a year or so ago, he’d been shot. Mal had told her just that and nothing else.
She grazed her finger over it and then continued down. He had a thin line of hair all the way down to his cock. As she neared it with her hands, it twitched. She glanced up at him and realized she had awakened him. His eyes were barely opened, but he was watching her. The intensity in them was a little scary and very arousing.
“Sorry,” she whispered.
His lips curled up on one side. "No problem. Use and abuse me any way you want to.”
“Yeah?”
He nodded.
She didn’t break eye contact with him as she wrapped her hand around his cock. His eyes closed, and he groaned as she gave it one long stroke. He shifted against the bed as she continued to tease him. Soon, though, that wasn’t enough. She wanted a taste. Slipping down the bed, she settled between his legs and took him in her mouth. The first taste of him spurred her arousal. Sweet and salty, with a touch of Kade, so unique, like the man. At first she couldn’t fit him in her mouth completely, but soon she didn’t care that she gagged once or twice. It didn’t seem to bother him. His groans were growing in volume, and he was shifting against her, thrusting into her mouth. She slipped her fingers down to his sac and began to stroke him. Power coursed through her veins as she continued to tease him. She knew he was close. To make him lose control would be the ultimate conquest, but apparently Kade wasn’t going to allow it. He pulled her up and switched their positions. She found herself on her back, pinned to the mattress.
“You trying to be naughty, Shannon?” His voice was a guttural whisper, filled with so much arousal she could barely control the lust pouring into her veins. He loomed over her as if he was in charge, and well, it was the truth.
“I thought I was being pretty obvious.” Her voice sounded breathless, but it was nothing new. He always did that to her.
His eyes sparkled with a bit of devilment, and she felt her heart skip a beat. “Yeah? Well, I think you deserve some punishment for that.”
He rose to his knees, straddling her hips, his cock lying against her sex. Already she was hot, needy, and from the look in his eyes, he was going to make sure she was out of her mind. For a second he looked at her, then shook his head. He reached over to turn on the light.
“No—”
He ignored her. When he had the light on, he returned to his position. “Got a problem with light, babe? You shouldn’t, not with a body like this.”
He brushed his hands up her stomach, grazing the sides of her breasts, then teasing her nipples with his thumbs. She sucked in a deep breath and moaned as she closed her eyes. She had very sensitive breasts, and just the simple teasing had her p-ssy dampening.
“Like that, do you?”
He didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, he placed a hand on the bed beside her and leaned down to take a nipple in his mouth. The graze of his teeth against the tip sent heat straight to her p-ssy. Damn, the man was going to kill her. The way he was straddling her, she couldn’t move her legs. The pressure built as he continued to suck one, then both nipples. Her body was hot, her heart beating so hard that she wasn’t too sure she would survive. When he was done there, he started to move down her body, licking and nipping at her skin. She moved against him, and he stopped.
“Now, naughty girl, you can’t move.”
She opened her eyes and frowned at him. When she opened her mouth to respond, he placed one finger against her mouth.
“You’re the one who awoke the beast, so you get to live with the consequences.”
She wanted to tell him to go to hell, but there was something so...sexy about him commanding her, telling her what she could and could not do. Unlike her brother, Chris, she had never been into BDSM, but with Kade, the possibility was titillating. And dammit, arousal deepened his accent. That alone made her toes curl.
He apparently took her silence as agreement. "If you agree, I’ll reward you. If not, I’ll stop. And you will regret it.”
She nodded, not knowing which would be better—the reward or the punishment? Which would be worse?
He traced her lips with his finger. The callus felt odd against her mouth. "No coming unless I say so.”
She agreed with another nod. Then he tortured her. Slowly, he worked his way down her body. She had never known a man so skilled with his tongue. Who would have thought that a tongue could arouse her by just flicking over her flesh, dipping into her belly button? By the time he settled between her legs, she was pretty sure he’d touched every inch of her stomach.
He drew in a deep breath, closing his eyes. Then he sighed. When he looked up at her, the need in his gaze had her breath tangling in her chest. In all her encounters, she had never had a man stare at her with such yearning. Tears burned the backs of her eyes as she tried to control her emotions. To know she was that special to him, that this was that special to him, made her want to cry happy tears.
“I’ll never get over how you smell. Every bit of you is delicious,” he said.
He lowered his head, and without taking his gaze from hers, he set his mouth on her sex. He used his fingers to part her labia and slid his tongue into her. At that moment, she gave into the man, allowing him complete control. She was already halfway there to begin with, but now, he had her body doing whatever he wanted. She would give anything to come, to be allowed to have her release. In and out he worked his tongue, lapping at her as if she were a delicious treat he adored. He slipped two fingers into her as he began to tease her *. He rolled his tongue over the tiny bundle of nerves, then between his teeth, gently pressing down. Pressure soared, her body shivered with her impending orgasm. She felt the rush of heat flood her sex, but he pulled back. She made a noise that was halfway between a growl and a moan.
“I didn’t say you could come.”
She wanted to yell at him, but he gently slapped her p-ssy. The act would get a normal man yelled at, but he had her so aroused, ribbons of lust slipped over her flesh and down into her bones at the action. He did it again, and her body responded even more willingly.
“Damn,” he said. Without explanation, he set his mouth against her, slipping his hands beneath her rear end and pulling her up. Relentlessly, he assaulted her senses, pushing her almost to the pinnacle but pulling back just in time to keep her from reaching it. Over and over he teased, pushing her right up to the edge, but not allowing her relief. She moved against him, pressing her cunt as hard as she could against his mouth. The way he was holding her, she really couldn’t get leverage.
By the time he lifted his head and set her down on the mattress, she was out of her mind. The only thing she could think of was release. She would do anything to feel the rush of her orgasm.
He slipped his fingers into her sex. “Come for me, baby. Do it.”
The order sent her spiraling into her orgasm. Her body convulsed as she screamed as ripples of euphoria washed over her. She could do nothing else. She arched off the bed and allowed the orgasm to take over. Just as she was coming down, he sent her over again as she writhed against his hand.
She was still shivering moments later when he grabbed a condom and donned it. Without any words, he flipped her over onto her stomach, pulled her up to her knees, and entered her from behind. His hands gripped her hips as he thrust in and out of her with such force that the headboard banged against the wall. After her two intense orgasms, she thought another would be impossible, but he smacked her ass. The action sent a mixture of pleasure and pain. He did it again, thrusting even harder into her, and she screamed as another release slammed through her. After a few more thrusts, he shouted her name and followed her.
Several minutes later, he pulled out of her, got rid of the condom, then settled beside her on the bed. He pulled her into his arms, and she cuddled closer.
“Hoo-rah,” he said, his voice filled with sleepy satisfaction.
“I have to say I agree, Seal.”
He chuckled then kissed her forehead. It was sweet, not sexual at all, but it had a lump filling up her throat. She slipped her hand up to his chest, could feel his heart beat against it. Shannon tried to stay awake, wanting to savor every moment they had together, but soon his even breathing relaxed her, and she drifted into sleep.
· · · · ·
The sun was barely peeking through the curtains when Anchors Aweigh woke Shannon from a dead sleep. She heard Kade curse then grab the phone.
“Yes, sir, McKade here.”
He was silent as he listened for a moment or two.
“Understood. Have you talked to Dupree?” He waited. “Okay. Expect us on the next plane we can get out of here.”
He turned off the phone and glanced at her. “Gotta go.”
She nodded. As the sister of a Seal, she understood. She knew there would be no discussion about where he was going, what he was doing. And he had no control over what would go down and when.
She gave him a kiss. “I understand. Did he talk to Mal?”
Kade studied her for a second. “Yes. So, more than likely, he’ll be looking for me.”
Again, he was studying her, and she couldn’t stand it any longer. “What?”
“I…I thought we might have more time.”
She sighed. “You might want to have more time, but you know the military. You get what you can and be happy for that.”
She couldn’t look at him, not right now. It hurt too much to think of him going away, of being in danger. Shannon had been through this before with both Mal and Kade, but this time was so much different. This time she had so much more to lose.
He slipped his finger under her chin. “Don’t be mad.”
She frowned. “I’m not mad. I just hate thinking of both of you in danger.”
He nodded and gave her a soft, quick kiss. It was really innocent, but she felt the heat, the need behind it. It curled her toes and had her heart turning over. Then it turned hot, his tongue slipping between her lips and stealing into her mouth. Kade started to ease her back, but she stopped him. He pulled back just far enough to talk.
“What?” he asked.
“Don’t you have to find a flight?”
“It can wait.” His lips curved. “I need one more taste of heaven.”
The way he said it had her resistance crumbling. As she allowed him to ease her back onto the bed, she told herself to enjoy the moment. There was time enough to fall to pieces after he left.