The Marine's Virgin Lover (11 page)

He was on edge and wanted to make sure she enjoyed their first time together. Finishing like a green youth would not only be embarrassing, but would leave Chelsea wondering if she had been right to trust him to take care of her.

“Did I do something wrong?” Chelsea asked, wondering why he had pulled her hands away so quickly.

“No, sweetheart. You did everything right, but I’m too close right now. If you touch me, it will be all over before we even get started.” Seth laughed at his predicament, not sure when things had gotten so out of control.

Chelsea gave him a small smile and he grinned back at her. Taking her mouth in another searing kiss, he drove her arousal back up, using his hands to touch every part of her. He made a study of her back, learning the location of the dimples located at the bottom of her spine, before letting his hands mold the firm globes of her bottom.

“Tell me what you’re feeling, Chels.”

“Good. Warm. Needy, like I need to be closer to you.”

Hearing her words only confirmed what Seth had suspected. Wanting confirmation, he asked, “Chels?”

It took several seconds before Chelsea resurfaced and realized he was waiting for her response, ”Huh?”

“Have you ever done this before?” Smoothing his hands up and down her back, he waited for her answer. When it came, he was both elated and nervous.

Chelsea took a breath and then mumbled, “Uhm…well…not exactly.”

“Chels, I think it’s a ‘Yes’ or ‘No’ question.”

Chelsea swallowed, she didn’t want him to stop, but she also didn’t want to lie to him. Shaking her head, she watched him to see if he was going to pull back from her and then smiled in relief when he didn’t.

“Good to know. Do you trust me?”

“You know I do. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.”

Tipping her chin up, he asked, “If I take you to bed tonight, you’re not going to regret it in the morning?”

Chelsea thought for a moment, and then shook her head, “No.”

Seth looked into her eyes, judging for himself if she was telling the truth. When he didn’t see any indication that she was feeling pressured to continue, he pulled her to him, anchoring her core against him with one hand at her lower back, and the back of her head with his other.

Taking her mouth in a devouring kiss, he let his tongue tangle with hers, only letting up when she started squirming against him once again. Pushing her off his lap, he quickly removed his jeans before sitting back down on the couch. He briefly thought about taking her to his bed, but there would be time for that later. Fishing a condom from his wallet, he quickly donned it, protecting her not an option.

He was a large man, and being as this was her first time, he was determined to make sure she only felt pleasure. Giving her control of the penetration would ensure that outcome. Pulling her back over his thighs, he helped her straddle his legs once again. Sliding her knees forward, he felt her quick intake of breath as his hardness met her welcoming warmth.

Chelsea felt Seth for the first time and immediately wanted more. Kissing him, she let her hands wander to his shoulders, rising slowly up on her knees.

Seth held her hips and then holding himself with one hand, guided her back down to where he was poised at her entrance. Watching her, he whispered to her, “You’re in control. I don’t want to hurt you. Take me into you, but go at your pace.”

Chelsea slowly let herself lower onto his hardness, overwhelmed as the new sensations took over. When she met a slight resistance, she started to push down against him, but he gripped her hips and held her still. Opening her eyes to look at him, she watched him lower his mouth to her.

Seth took her lips and when he felt her start to fight his hold on her hips, he drove his hips up, breaking through the thin barrier and sinking deep into her core. Pulling her fully against him, he held her still and whispered, “Shush. There’s only pleasure from now on.”

Chelsea had felt the briefest pinch of pain as Seth had driven himself into her, but now she needed him to move. To do something. “Seth?”

“Just give it a minute.”

Chelsea shoved against him, looking him in the eye, “I don’t want to. Move. Please?”

Seth grinned at her, happy to comply. He started slowly, but before long she was matching him thrust for thrust as they both raced for the finish line. Feeling her body tighten around him, he let his hands roam her body, as he picked up his pace.

Chelsea felt her body explode as if a firecracker had gone off inside of her. She heard someone yell, and only when Seth echoed her shout of pleasure did she realize the noise had come from her. Took sated to feel embarrassed, she let herself go limp against his chest, marveling at the peace, which settled over her like a warm fuzzy blanket.

Seth hugged her close to him, letting his pulse normalize and coming to terms with the fact that making love to Chelsea was a thousand times better than with anyone else. They shared a connection that was unique and just as rare.

“You okay?” he asked.

Chelsea could only nod, not wanting to disturb the moment with talking. When Seth pulled her closer and hugged her to himself, she sighed into his chest, closing her eyes and let her mind float. So many things had happened today, she couldn’t even begin to process them all.

After a while, Seth stirred, “Sweetheart, you need to let me up.” He lifted her off his lap before heading to the bathroom to clean up. He brought a warm towel back and cleaned Chelsea up as well, grinning at her attempt to block him from his task while she blushed.

Tossing the towel towards the bathroom, he settled back down on the couch and pulled her against his side, nuzzling her neck and placing gentle kisses beneath her ear. “Chels, I want to take you to bed right now and start all over, almost more than I want to breathe.”

Chelsea looked up at him and queried, “So, what’s stopping you?”

Seth gave her kiss on her nose before answering, “You are. You’re too tender to go again tonight.”

Chelsea was a little tender, and decided to trust him on this, “Okay.”

“It’s been a long day,” Seth began, glancing at a nearby clock. “The evening news is about to come on as well. I suggest we watch the news, and then get some much needed sleep. Tomorrow, I’ll take you home and we’ll decide where to go from there.”

Chelsea smiled at Seth, “You mean you don’t have it all planned out?”

Seth, “Sure you want me to answer that? I’m trying to give you some space here.”

“Space?”

“Sure. A lot has happened today. I just want to make sure you have time to process everything. To decide if you really want to see me again.”

Chelsea thought about that before asking, “And if I decided I don’t want to see you again?”

“Well now, that would definitely not be in line with where I want our relationship to go so I would have to alter my tactics until you changed your mind.”

“What if I didn’t change my mind?”

“You would,” Seth answered, confident as to where their relationship was going to end up.

“So, you really do have it all planned out huh?”

“You betcha.”

“But, we just met each other…like twelve hours ago,” Chelsea said with a smile.

“So. I know what I want. I’m also great at making plans to accomplish the goal in the least amount of time. Want to know how many kids we’re going to eventually have?”

Chelsea laughed and shook her head, she liked surprises, and her future looked like it might be full of them. ”I think I’ll wait to find out.”

“Good idea,” Seth said, getting up to turn on the TV. He settled himself next to her on the couch and they both tuned in to see what magic Shawn had worked at the hospital.

“And now for our top story – In a surprising turn of events, the baby that was abducted from Denver General Hospital earlier today has been returned to the hospital. Earlier this evening, the head neonatal nurse, Mrs. Stephanie Belkins, received a phone call that she was needed at the night delivery door to sign for some supplies.

When Mrs. Belkins arrived at said location, she found the missing child wrapped in a blanket inside a child carrier with a note attached apologizing for the misunderstanding. Apparently, a man suffering from Alzheimer’s had wandered into the hospital and believed he was there to see his grandchild. He then left the hospital and returned to his home.

The parents of the child have refused to press charges against the elderly man, and the hospital and authorities have used this experience as a training tool for their staffs. The child is in perfect help and was happily reunited with her parents.

In other news tonight – Trent Coldwell, of Coldwell Enterprises, has just announced that his wife’s foundation has generously donated two million dollars to see the juvenile diabetes clinic fully functional by the end of the year. Mrs. Coldwell was unavailable for comment, but a spokesperson for the company says that she is ecstatic and looks forward to seeing many children helped.”

Seth sat there stunned that Shawn had managed to pull it off. The baby had been returned, no charges were pending, and Chelsea’s name was in the clear. Trent had promised to deal with Marco personally and he hoped to help in that endeavor, but for now, all was right in his world.

Turning to see how Chelsea had handled the news, he wasn’t surprised to see that she had fallen asleep. Covering her with a light blanket, he placed a tender kiss upon her forehead and headed towards his own bed. Tomorrow would be soon enough to fill her in.

Chance pulled up in front of the small house, wondering why every light seemed to be on. Knocking on the front door he waited for Rachel to answer the door, hoping that she was in a better from of mind than earlier today.

When the door was thrown open seconds later, he was once again greeted by a harried looking woman, tears rolling down her face and a screaming child in her arms. The child’s twin could be heard screaming from the other room and the house was in chaos.

Pushing her aside, Chance took the crying infant she held in his arms, murmuring nonsense to him as he went in search of the other baby. When he looked towards the kitchen, he was shocked to see water soaking the floor with soap suds floating merrily from kitchen to living room.

Spying the other child in his high chair, he quickly released him and carried both babies back into the living room. Their mother was still standing at the front door, and looked like she was ready to run into the night screaming.

Placing both infants in their playpen, he walked to Rachel and gently closed the door. Pulling her to the couch, he sat her down and then quietly asked, “I can see the water and we’ll deal with that in a minute. Why are you crying?”

Rachel was so relieved to see another adult human being she started crying again to relieve the stress. First baby Tony had bit her while she nursed him, drawing blood and an earth shattering scream from his mother. Then she had grabbed the dish soap instead of the dishwasher soap and now water and suds were spewing forth all over the kitchen floor she had just mopped.

To top it all off, David was feeding off his brother’s screams and was currently winning the contest to see who was the loudest. Rachel was beside herself, her nipple hurt something fierce, and she felt like a failure.

Seeing Chance standing in her doorway had been the light at the end of a very long tunnel. She desperately needed his help, but she would have to quit crying first so she could tell him that.
She wasn’t even sure what his name was, but he had shown up at the right time, didn’t mind screaming infants, and wasn’t running away. Whoever he was; she was keeping him.

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The Denver Men Series Release Dates

CEO’s Pregnant Lover: Early February 2014

The Marine’s Virgin Lover: Early March 2014

FBI Agent’s Reluctant Lover
: Late March 2014

Other Books by Leslie North

Owned By The Navy Seal Series

Owned By The Navy Seal (Book 1)
*Excerpt Below*

Taken By The Navy Seal (Book 2)

Rescued By The Navy Seal (Book 3)

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Owned By The Navy Seal (Book 1)

Jared was sitting with his date enjoying a nut-brown ale. This one hinted of chocolate and citrus. Creamy and tangy. The right amber color with a hint of cloudiness. He used to love brewing beer with his brother and cousins. Raiding his mom’s kitchen garden, they would experiment with different ingredients. Some of them were complete disasters, but he did develop a taste for good beer. Downing the last of his pint, he waved the empty glass at his server signaling for another. He only wished his date were as engaging as his beer. Chatting on and on about some reality TV show, Jared wished he hadn’t agreed to meet for drinks. But there he was. Listening to the problems of some TV family that had nothing to do with him or his date.

Jared didn’t own a television and he didn’t have a clue who any of these people were, but here she was talking about them as if they lived next door. Jared couldn’t understand how anyone could be so passionate about these people, they sounded completely superficial. He hoped the sex would be better than the talking. The irony of that thought made Jared smile. He wasn’t above getting what he wanted, but he didn’t see any point in watching TV, when he could engage in and enjoy the experience.

Having spent the better part of 20 years in the service, Jared was released on medical discharge after crushing his ankle in a zero-sight drop from 30,000 feet. He missed the military and he missed his fellow Navy Seals. Three years out of failed marriage number two, it was times like this that Jared missed that sense of order he had in the military. Yes, his job was dangerous and his inability to talk about his work doomed both his marriages, but this? This was too much.