Chapter Two
Amiya
W e ride in loaded silence for a while as we make our way across the island, maneuvering through the dark back roads that lead to the cottage’s little secluded cove.
“So, you leave tomorrow?” I ask.
“I go back to Norfolk.”
“Norfolk. So, you call Virginia home,” I say.
“No,” he replies.
“You don’t like it there?” I surmise.
“It’s fine.”
Okaaay.
“All right. Tell a woman to mind her business without telling a woman to mind her business,” I mutter as I turn to look out the window.
He sighs.
“I’m not much for small talk,” he says.
“It’s fine. I get it.”
We pull in front of the cottage, and he shuts off the engine. Before I can open the door, he places a hand on my knee to stop me.
I turn to face him. His head is resting back against the seat, and his eyes are set on me.
“I’m sorry. I guess thinking about returning has put me in a foul mood. Yes, Norfolk is where I live. I just don’t call it home. This is home.”
I unbuckle my seat belt and climb onto my knees. Planting one hand on the console and the other on his thigh, I lean in so that we are nose to nose.
“Well, tell me, soldier, what can we do to get you in a better mood?”
“Sailor,” he says as his eyes fall to my mouth.
“What’s that?” I ask as I dart my tongue out to moisten my lips.
“I’m not a soldier. I’m a sailor,” he states.
“There’s a difference?” I ask.
“Yeah, a big difference.”
My hand glides further up his thigh, and I can feel the big difference through his slacks. His fingers wrap around my wrist and halt my progression.
“Careful.” He grits out the warning against my mouth.
So bossy. I bet he’s bossy in bed too. The thought alone has my skin tingling.
“What, afraid you’ll get a boner?” I ask.
“I’m not gonna get a boner.”
“Why? Do you have an issue?” I ask innocently.
“No.”
“You can tell me. I won’t think less of you,” I continue to tease.
“I don’t have an issue,” he bites.
My hand flies to my mouth.
“Oh my God, is it a war thing? Did Little Lenny get injured in the line of duty?”
“Little Lenny?”
“Yeah, your Little Soldier,” I say as my eyes shift to his crotch, where he still has a tight clasp on my wrist.
“How many times do I have to tell you I’m not a soldier? It’s sailor or seaman,” he says through gritted teeth.
I glance back up at him and raise a brow. “Seaman?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, did your Little Seaman get injured?” I ask.
“Geezus. My dick works fine. I’m just not a horny teenager who can’t control his hormones anymore. And stop calling my cock that.”
“No? You don’t like Little Seaman? Fine. Little Lenny, Little Sailor, Love Stone? Take your pick,” I say.
“How about we call it nothing?”
“Aw, it might not be that impressive, but I think calling it nothing is a bit hurtful.”
He growls—yes, growls—as he pulls me forward, his expression growing dark, almost feral.
I land hard against his chest, and he lets go of my wrist to fist my hair. He tugs my head back to give him a better angle to crash his mouth against mine, which takes me by surprise, and I gasp. He darts his tongue between my lips and deepens the kiss as he lifts me from the passenger seat and into his lap.
He devours my mouth like a fucking starved man who’ll never get his fill again as his hands start to roam all over my body—my back, my thighs, my breasts—and I don’t resist. I let him explore as my fingers find the buttons of his linen shirt, and I start working them open, one by one.
He might be a man of few words, but his touch is talking loud and clear. Telling me exactly what he wants as I feel Little Lenny spring to life. I bear down on his growing erection and groan as I feel the size of him. My back bows, and I grunt as I’m wedged uncomfortably against the steering wheel.
He pries his lips from mine. “Shit.”
Reaching for the handle, he wrenches the door open. Grasping my waist, he deposits me on the gravel and is out of the car in a flash. Hauling me up the walkway to the house, he strides quickly to the door, and I can barely keep up. He reaches down inside a potted plant to the right of the welcome mat to retrieve a key.
“Wait, there’s a hidden key? How did you know that was there?” I ask, but he doesn’t answer as he flings the door open and tugs me inside like a caveman.
Once it closes behind us, he’s all business as his arm hooks around my waist and pulls me against him. My hands grab on to his shoulders. He kicks the door shut as he turns me in his arms to pin me against it.
My mouth finds his, and I kiss him hungrily as his hands slide down and under my dress to cup my ass and hike me up higher. My back rests against the cool wood, and he presses his big body into mine to hold me in place.
I start trembling with need as I wrap my legs around his hips, trying desperately to get closer to him. He’s solid and muscly, and the heat of him envelops me.
I arch my back, and my aching breasts meet the hard plane of his chest. I slide my hands from his shoulders and down his back, the tips of my fingers digging into his muscles.
He lets out a guttural groan as his mouth runs down the column of my throat, sucking and nipping as he makes his way lower.
The need that pulses through me catches me off guard.
How am I this turned on?
Never has a man elicited a response this intense from me.
Never.
I grip him tighter as his tongue explores the tops of my breasts, which are exposed above the deep V of my neckline. An exquisite tingle shoots straight to my core when he sucks a nipple between his teeth through the thin fabric.
God, that feels so good .
I hum encouragement as he bites down gently.
His head comes up at the sound, and before I have a chance to complain, he carries me over to the couch. He drops me onto the cushions, and as he begins to untuck his shirt from his jeans, I sit up in front of him and take hold of the button of his pants.
“Amiya,” he rasps as I slide his zipper down slowly.
He’s hard and ready as I reach in to release Little Lenny from his boxer briefs.
I hold the base with one hand as I stroke him firmly with the other, running a finger through the dollop of clear liquid at the tip. His cock twitches in my grip, and his breath catches as he watches me.
I return his stare as I bite down on my bottom lip.
“Don’t tease me,” he hisses as his hands drop to my hair and begin to massage my scalp.
“Would I do that to Little Lenny?” I ask.
I lick his tip and moan as the salty taste of him hits my tongue.
“Mmm,” I murmur.
The heat in his eyes intensifies as his hand wraps in my hair. I lick him again, letting my tongue roll around the swollen bulb a few times before opening my mouth and taking him deep.
I keep my fingers wrapped securely around him as he thrusts his hips and glides in as far as he can go. Then, I begin sucking as he moves slowly in and out of my mouth.
His free hand caresses my jaw as he finds his rhythm. I grip the back of his thigh as I relax and suck him in deeper.
I can feel him grow thicker as I pull back my lips and drag the edge of my teeth lightly down his length. He growls low and deep as the speed of his thrusts increases.
His fingers tangle almost painfully in my hair as he gets closer.
“I’m going to come,” he warns.
His breath quickens. Then, he groans my name when I feel his body stiffen, and his release hits the back of my throat. I swallow, savoring every drop.
“Fuck, you’re incredible.”
His gravelly voice washes over me, and I look up to see his navy eyes concentrated on me as I kneel at his feet.
His expression is raw, and it makes my chest clench.
He’s beautiful.
He reaches down and urges me up to the couch and onto my back, where I watch as he kicks his pants to the side and yanks his shirt over his head.
He cradles the side of my face before he plants a quick kiss on my lips.
“Your turn,” he says, grabbing the hem of my dress, and I lean up so he can pull it up and over my head.
I make quick work of taking off my underwear, and he tosses it into the pile with his clothes.
His navy eyes rake over me—from the top of my head to the tips of my toes—and warmth floods my already-overheated body and pools in my belly.
Joining me, he settles his powerful body between my open thighs and brings his mouth to mine again to kiss me deep, slowly building a desperate need inside me.
Breaking the kiss, I gasp as I arch up into him.
“So needy,” he says into the skin at my neck. “Relax. I’ll give you what you want.”
“And what do I want?”
He bears up and grins down at me. “Someone to put you in your place.”
“And where is that exactly?” I ask.
“Right here,” he growls and starts to kiss his way down my body. Stroking and caressing every exposed inch of skin until I’m a whimpering mess.
When he reaches my thighs, he presses them apart and finds me wet and ready for him.
He slides his fingertip across me and then brings it to his lips and sucks.
Desire slithers down my spine as I watch him.
Finally, he spreads me open with his fingers, and his tongue starts to explore my hot flesh.
I moan his name as soon as his mouth wraps around me, and when he nips at my clit with his teeth, my hips jump in his grip.
Every nerve ending in my body ignites, and pleasure twists and knots inside of me as he inserts a finger into me, curling it in and out.
He takes his time, using his mouth, tongue, and hands to drive me wild.
I pant and writhe as he decreases the pressure, teasing me just as I am about to fall over the edge.
I sink my fingers into his hair and hold him where I want him, raising my hips to meet his tongue until I am shaking beneath him.
He lifts his head. “Easy there, tiger. You’re going to pluck me bald,” he says.
“Less talking, more licking,” I demand.
He chuckles as he returns his talented mouth to my pussy and brings his eyes to mine, holding my stare as he takes me there.
His name falls from my lips as my orgasm rockets through me.
As I lie there, catching my breath, trying to recover from the moment of ecstasy, he pushes himself off the couch.
I drink him in.
The broad width of his chest and shoulders, chiseled ab muscles, lean hips, powerful thighs, and then there’s Little Lenny, who has risen to the occasion yet again.
His hand wraps around the back of his neck as a pained expression crosses his face.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
“I don’t have a condom. I didn’t think I’d need one being as I planned to stay at Nana’s tonight,” he barks.
The sound of distress in his voice and the thunderous look on his face cause me to laugh.
“Something funny, Legs?”
“Don’t worry, Sailor. No life jacket is needed. I’m on the pill.”
In a flash, I’m in his arms, and he is carrying me down the hallway to the bedroom. He tosses me, and my back hits the mattress with a thud before his body covers me. His hot, slick, bare skin on mine.
“Ready for orgasm number two?” he asks.
“Wow, you’re awfully cocky there, Seaman,” I tease.
With a wicked grin, he lifts his hips and thrusts inside of me. Filling me completely.
“Oh, yes, right there,” I moan.
He reaches back and clasps one of my legs and feeds it over his hip so he can move deeper, faster, as my head buries back into the pillow, and I grip the sheets at my sides.
He bends his head so he can kiss my exposed neck. The sensation of his stubble scratching my skin and his soft lips on my throat in contrast to his pounding rhythm—it’s just what I need.
His breaths start coming in short, hard pants as my leg locks tightly around his waist.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he grunts as my muscles tighten around him.
He digs his fingers into my hips as he mounts up and thrusts harder.
I slide my hands down his ass and hold on as he bears up, and husky, guttural noises escape his mouth, letting me know he is close to the edge. I’m so close myself that when he slips a hand between us, striking me in just the right spot, my body begins to convulse as I hoarsely scream his name.
Lennon loses his control, and his mouth clamps down lightly on the base of my throat as his climax explodes inside of me.