wanted her to go over.
This time, he needed to watch her go over.
As if reading his thoughts, Frankie pressed both hands against his chest, forcing him to pause.
“Feel,” she demanded breathlessly.
She wet her lips, her eyes locked on his. Passion glazed her face, but her focus on him was laser sharp.
“Let go and feel,” she said again, her words tight.
What else could he do?
His body was bombarded with sensations. Every nerve was awake and focused on one thing: satisfaction.
Their eyes locked, Phillip slid into her again.
And out.
Feelings, those damned emotions he’d always hated, washed over him as if her words had called them up.
To avoid them, he focused on his body.
On the sensations.
He slipped his hand between them, flicking that tiny bud between her thighs.
Frankie exploded.
Her body gripped his, her cries sending him crashing over himself.
Holy hell.
His mind too blown to be of any use, he tried to take stock of his body. The orgasm had been so intense even his toes were tingling. His heart was still pounding, pulse racing. The echo of Frankie’s cries rang in his ears. He’d never felt anything like that before.
The desperate need clawing at him for more could be a potential issue, but he told himself he had enough command still to keep it under control.
Didn’t he?
Breathless, numb, he shifted to take his weight off her, but she wouldn’t let go.
“Not yet,” she murmured faintly. “Stay for just a little longer.”
Stay.
The temptation was overpowering.
For a second, Phillip relaxed against her again, the bulk of his weight on his elbows. Eyes closed, he rested his forehead against hers and tried to take it all in.
But he couldn’t find any parameters for what he was feeling that would make sense.
He’d fought in the war. He’d served in combat, parachuted from planes, faced crazed terrorists and been held captive by a sadistic son of a bitch with a needle fetish.
But he’d never been scared.
The thought of staying, though? Of wanting someone enough to believe in possibilities? Of caring about something other than his career?
That filled him with terror.
All of a sudden, he felt as if the walls had slammed in around him, trapping him in the dark.
He had to get the hell out of there.
Phillip pulled away, a little slower this time. He saw Frankie pout but didn’t stop. He got to his feet, frowning when his head did a fast spin. Too much alcohol, not enough food and intense physical exertion, he assessed.
That was why he was thinking crazy thoughts, he realized. Relief washed away the unfamiliar and unwelcome feeling of fear.
It wasn’t some mythical emotion.
He was just slightly impaired.
Nothing to worry about.
And since it wasn’t...
His gaze roamed Frankie’s body as she lay there, one arm thrown over her eyes and a very big, very satisfied smile on her face.
His ego swelled a little knowing he’d put that smile there.
And now that he was sure he wasn’t delusional, entertaining the idea of emotions that didn’t exist, he could do it all over again. His eyes shifted to her full breasts, down the gentle indention of her waist to the full curve of her hips.
He wanted more.
And tonight, he was letting himself take more.
“Come on,” he said, lifting her into his arms instead of waiting for her to get up. He made sure to grab the second condom, too.
“Where are we going?” she asked, her words muffled because she was scattering wet kisses over his chest, even as her hands locked behind his neck.
“Shower.”
“Ooh, water sex,” she exclaimed, laughing.
Filled with a warmth, a lightness he was attributing to the champagne they’d drank earlier, Phillip grinned.
“I’m a SEAL. I’m damned good in the water,” he assured her, shifting her weight so he could start the shower. Not waiting for the water to warm up, he stepped right in, Frankie still nestled against his chest.
She squealed, burrowing into him to hide her face from the chilly spray.
Phillip laughed, delighting in her.
In the honesty of her reactions.
In the sweetness of her touch.
In the sexiness of her mouth.
In how he felt with her.
Free.
Swallowing hard, shoving aside the images trying to creep their way into this precious escape, Phillip pressed Frankie up against the shower wall. His mouth took hers, his hands sliding over her wet flesh.
His body, satisfied only a minute ago, demanded more.
His soul, at peace for the first time in months, demanded the same.
“Again already?” she gasped.
“I told you. I’m a SEAL. I’m damned good in water,” he said, just before plunging into her.
Even as he drove, deep and hard, for both of their pleasure, the logical voice in the back of his head was glad she only had two condoms.
Not because he couldn’t physically do this all night long. The way Frankie made him feel? He was pretty sure he could go for a week or two. Or forever.
So two was good.
Two set limit.
Frankie’s body gripped his and her climax echoed in the stall as water pounded around them.
Phillip let go of all thoughts of forever, or of limits.
He let go of everything.
And
