Chapter 30

30

DEAN

S eeing her there, fragile yet incredibly strong, stirred something within me. I always admired Sarah's resilience, but it was in moments like these that I felt the depth of my feelings for her. The way she leaned into my touch was all I needed to know what she wanted.

What we both wanted.

I kissed her neck again, tasting the unique scent of her. Sarah shivered under my touch. Each goosebump that rose on her flesh sent a jolt straight into my core.

Her soft sighs were music to my ears, the arch of her back under my hands a sight that ignited a fire deep within me. My hands roamed her body with a familiarity that only we shared.

"Dean," she murmured, leaning her head against me as my hands moved lower, sliding around to rest on her stomach. Her breath hitched when I gently tugged at the towel wrapped around her, unfurling it inch by agonizing inch.

The sight of her bare skin was a vision that never failed to take my breath away. I slid my hands back up, letting them trail along the lines of her figure, tracing the delicate curves and contours of her body. Her breath hitched as my fingers danced along her bare skin.

How could anything that felt this good be wrong?

"Dean," she whispered again, her voice filled with need and want. It was all the permission I needed.

My hands moved with a mind of their own, tracing invisible paths on her bare skin that sent shivers coursing through her body. I pulled her to her feet. She turned in my arms, looking up at me with those alluring eyes that spoke volumes. Words weren't needed. I took her hand and led her to the bed. She lay down on top of the blanket staring up at me. I could see the trust in her eyes.

I pulled off my shirt and dropped it on the floor. I had to taste her. If this was my last chance to be with her, I wanted the full experience.

I pushed my pants down and left my underwear on. I crawled on the bed, my hand sliding over her naked body.

Her breath hitched as my fingers ghosted over her sensitive skin. I watched as a flush spread across her body, heat radiating from her and seeping into me. She was like a living flame under me, red hot and impossible to resist.

"Dean," she whispered again. The need in her voice sent waves of heat over me. Her fingers found my hair, tangling in it as I leaned down to taste her. Her lips were soft and yielding under mine, her sighs of pleasure mixing with my own groans of desire.

I kissed down her neck, spending some time exploring her breasts with my tongue and teeth. She gasped, arching her back to meet me. Her fingers dug into my shoulders, her nails scraping slightly against the skin. I gave a low groan against her skin, the sound vibrating through her. My hands roamed lower, tracing the curve of her hip before moving inward to the soft warmth between her thighs. She parted willingly, a sigh escaping her lips as my fingers found their way inside.

I pressed my body closer to hers, using my other hand to prop myself up. I watched as she bit her lip, clearly trying to stifle a moan. Something wild sparked in me at that sight, something raw and untamed.

I pushed her legs open and positioned myself between them. I looked up at her, silently asking for permission. Her hand reached up to run through my hair. That was all the permission I needed.

I leaned down, kissing her sweetness first to gauge her reaction. Sarah's body jolted under me, a soft gasp escaping her lips. I smiled up at her, my fingers tracing the contours of her face before I went back down to taste her again. Her hands found their way to my hair, holding me there as she writhed beneath me.

"Dean," she whispered, making my heart pound in my chest.

The depth of her sweetness was intoxicating, and I could feel our connection building with each stroke of my tongue. This wasn't just about pleasure. It was about intimacy and showing her how much I cared about her, even if I couldn't find the right words to say it. I explored her, tasted her, worshiped her until she was squirming beneath me, a symphony of soft sounds spilling from her lips.

I slipped one finger inside her tight sheath, lapping at her wetness. Her loud moan told me she liked it. She wanted more.

I pushed another finger inside her. I lapped over her clit with rough strokes. Her body tightened around my fingers. Her hips lifted off the bed seeking more contact, more pleasure. I continued my assault on her senses, each flick of my tongue sending jolts of pleasure through her. She whispered my name again and again.

It felt like hours before she finally gave in to the pleasure. Her body shook and her eyes fluttered closed as waves of ecstasy overtook her. I felt her inner walls clench around my fingers, her gasps punctuating the silence of the room. I loved seeing her lose control under my touch. It was a sight to behold, one that I admired with reverence. She exhaled deeply, her chest rising and falling in a gentle rhythm as her body slowly came down from the high of the orgasm.

"Dean," she murmured, her voice barely audible. I removed my fingers slowly, pressing soft kisses on the inside of her thighs as I moved up along her body. Stopping at her breasts, I took each into my mouth, letting my tongue swirl around her nipples. She moaned again, this time somewhat weakly, as she buried her hands in my hair. I moved upward again, tracing the line of her collarbone with my tongue, stopping to tease the sensitive hollow.

We were sweat-slicked and panting by the time I finally reached her lips once more. I kissed her deeply, parting her lips with mine and tangling our tongues together in a sultry dance that left both of us breathless. She tasted like passion, like desire fulfilled and yet still burning fiercely.

"Sarah," I said, my voice husky with desire. I wanted to lose myself in her. I wanted to forget all about who we were or our positions in the military.

"Just a second," I whispered and slowly rolled away.

I grabbed the condom from my bag. I pushed off my underwear and quickly rolled the condom on. I was surprised to find my hands shaking. The woman was my undoing. I couldn't explain my attraction to her. It felt like it went soul deep. But that was crazy. It had to be infatuation. I had been married and never felt like this with the ex. Not on our best day.

I rolled back to her, my body settling between her legs once again, my hands finding their places on either side of her on the mattress. I kissed her one more time before I positioned myself at her entrance. I locked eyes with her as I slowly pushed in, every inch of me sinking into her heavenly warmth. Her breath hitched as she adjusted to my size. She closed her eyes, leaning her head back against the pillow.

I paused, giving her a moment to adjust while my self-control was hanging by a thread. Seeing her underneath me, beautiful and completely open to me, was testing every ounce of restraint I had.

"You okay?" I asked breathlessly, my heart pounding in sync with hers. She nodded, her eyes meeting mine, a mixture of trust and vulnerability reflected in their depths.

With a deep breath, I began to move inside her, a slow and deliberate rhythm that built to a crescendo. Her hands grabbed my back, pulling me closer. I pushed in impossibly deep with her legs wrapped around me, urging me along. The intensity of our connection fed the flames of desire that had been simmering between us.

I leaned down, brushing my lips against hers in a tender kiss, savoring the taste of her as I thrust into her once again. As we moved together, our bodies syncing in perfect harmony, I felt something shift within me. Her moans turned into gasps, her breath becoming more ragged with each thrust. Her eyes locked onto mine, her expression a mix of ecstasy and raw emotions. It was in those moments that I knew I was in too deep. This wasn't just a one-time thing, a passing fancy. It was something more.

I could feel her heat, her wetness, her desire. It was overwhelming and intoxicating.

"Let go," she murmured.

"Not yet," I whispered.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I was telling myself this was it. I couldn't do this again. I wanted to savor every moment with her.

I dropped my mouth to her neck and sucked on her flesh. She gasped, her body arching against mine. Her hands grasped at the blanket beneath her, her nails digging into the fabric as she surrendered to the waves of ecstasy crashing over her. Her inner walls clenched around me, each thrust sending a shockwave of pleasure throughout her body, tremors radiating through her and directly into me. My body felt electrified. Her cries filled the room.

"I can't," I gasped. "I can't hold back."

"Don't!" she demanded.

I thrust into her one last time, my body trembling as I released my control. My release mixed with hers in a symphony of pure, unadulterated bliss. Our bodies shook together. I collapsed on top of her. As we lay there, she traced her fingers across my back.

"That was…" she whispered, searching for the right words.

I shook my head, still catching my breath. "That was…" I began, but then simply let the sentence trail off.

There weren't words to describe what had happened. I realized I was on top of her and quickly moved to the side. I propped my head up on my elbow and looked down at her naked body.

That was when I really got a chance to see how bruised up she was. "Damn woman," I sighed. "Look at you."

"I think you're looking enough for the both of us." She grinned, which was nice to see after how upset she'd been earlier.

I leaned down and kissed one bruise and then another. "You poor baby," I murmured against her skin.

"I'm fine," she sighed.

"Hop up," I said. "Let me pull back the blanket. You need to crawl into bed and sleep. Lots of sleep. Tomorrow, you've got to handle everything. But that's tomorrow. Tonight, you're safe with me."

I went into the bathroom and quickly disposed of the condom. I crawled into bed beside her, finding it strange to be in bed like this with a woman who wasn't my ex. Margaret was the last person I slept with, like actually slept. I reached over and gently brushed a lock of hair from Sarah's face, my fingers lingering on her cheek. Her eyes were closed, and I could see she was on the verge of passing out.

I kissed her cheek and then pulled her close. "Sleep. You're safe. I've got you."

She snuggled against me. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Sarah."

"Thank you," she murmured as she drifted off.

I chuckled softly. I wasn't sure what she was thanking me for. The good sex. Coming to Washington. Being a good trainer. I didn't know and I didn't care. The woman was a force to be reckoned with. She was tough as nails, but I had found her soft, sweet center.

I closed my eyes, feeling content for the first time in a long while. Despite the chaos of the situation, I knew I had found something worth holding on to. There would be consequences, yes, but for now, I was grateful for the moment and the connection we shared. As her breaths evened out and her body relaxed, I allowed myself to drift off too, wrapping my arms around her protectively. Our bodies entwined, I knew I had fallen for Sarah, and I had no intention of letting her go.