“Pervert.” She laughed, feeling something lighten inside her as she headed for the Bronco where the other SEAL waited.
“Wench.”
This was going to be fun.
But hours later, she wondered if it would be nearly as much fun as the flight from Atlanta to Annapolis had been. She had ridden in a Black Hawk. Not just any Black Hawk, but the newest model, which her father had informed her was supposed to be radically more efficient and militarily progressive.
She was still flying when they landed and the pilot gave her the thumbs-up.
“Ma’am, thank you for providing support.” He flashed her a bright smile as she sat in the copilot’s seat, and she had to keep herself from bouncing. “I’ll give you back to Lieutenant Krieger now.”
The door beside her opened, and Kell stared up at her with that almost hidden smile of his, his expression rueful as he gripped her waist and lifted her to the tarmac.
“Did you see me?” She squealed, bouncing, certain she was still flying as her hands gripped his shoulders and she laughed with a vibrancy she hadn’t felt in years. “That is so incredibly cool, Kell. He even answered all my questions about the instruments and everything. Can you believe he let me sit there?”
She hugged him. She couldn’t help it. But his arms returned the embrace, strong, powerful arms that surrounded her with warmth and approval.
“I saw, little fly girl,” he said, laughing back. “Come on, the limo is waiting and Lieutenant Greary has places to go.”
He saluted the pilot before closing the copilot’s door and maneuvered her so that he and Ian seemed to surround her clear to the limo.
Ian moved into the front with the chauffeur as Kell opened the back door and helped her in, staring around the Navy yard with narrowed eyes.
Getting into the limo, he closed the door, raised the partition between the driver and the back, and watched Emily with a hunger that immediately had her breath tightening in her chest.
She was exhilarated from the flight but the look in Kell’s eyes drove that excitement from her and replaced it with a sudden, overwhelming hunger nearly impossible to resist.
“We have approximately forty-five minutes before I have to explain to your father what you were doing in the cockpit of the Navy’s newest baby instead of the transport he ordered,” he growled. “I want payment before I take the asschewing that’s coming.”
As he spoke, he moved close to her, crowding her, forcing her to lie back on the leather seat as he came over her like a hungry predator determined to devour a meal.
And he was in a devouring mood. A hungry mood. His lips didn’t catch her lips first as she expected though. Instead, his teeth raked over her neck as he parted her thighs and pressed the thick bulge of his cock between them.
Her hips jerked as pleasure swamped her. Determined to keep her unruly hunger under control—after all, her father was waiting for her at the town house—her fingers dug into his hard biceps and she turned her head to the side.
But the pleasure only grew. His lips, teeth, and tongue built a fire that began to whip through her bloodstream. Rough velvet and heated sharp tingles resulted from the stinging kisses, until she was desperate to feel it at her lips. To consume him. To taste him.
“Oh God, Kell, I can’t stand that,” she whimpered as he locked his fingers in her hair and held her in place, his lips trailing from her neck to her collarbone as the fingers of his other hand tugged at the loose neckline of her summer top.
The light weave of the stretchy threads gave easily, revealing one swollen mound, and the lace of her sexy half bra.
“God, I love your breasts,” he rasped as his lips followed his fingers.
Emily would have shrieked with the incredible pleasure of his tongue swiping over her nipple if she’d had the breath. Instead, she gasped, going completely still beneath him to make sense of the incredible sensations whipping through her.
His tongue ringed her nipple slowly before licking over it. That made her hot. Incredibly hot. Then, his lips surrounded the peak, drew it into his mouth, and began to suck.
Her hips jerked from the powerful punch of pleasure that sang from her nipple to her womb. Her pussy drove into the hard ridge of his cock, then she paused to writhe. Not that she could help writhing. The pressure on her clit was incredible, almost enough. If she could just move into the right position, if she could just find the right rhythm—
“Here you go, sweetheart.” His hand clamped on her hip, and as his lips returned to her nipple, his hips began to move.
It was incredible. It was a shock of driving heat each time he thrust against her, but it was never enough. Her clit became a hard, swollen knot of sensation. Her nipples began to burn and she couldn’t touch him enough.
Tugging at the shirt he wore, she struggled to reach bare skin, then gave up and jerked at the neckline instead, dragging it aside so her lips could move to his neck. Once there, she proved what an apt pupil she could be.
She ate at his flesh, nibbled, and drew her tongue over the tough flesh throbbing with life before she let her teeth rake over the pounding vein. The caresses were instinctive. Because the firm, heated draw of his mouth on her nipple was too good, too good to think. She could only feel. And burn.
“Kell. It’s so good,” she moaned against his neck as he drew the material of her blouse back into place before revealing her other breast.