Trace pulled into a long driveway that led to a sprawling ranch home, and I looked it over curiously. It was a nice home, and I glanced at him as I nibbled my lip. “Do you live here alone with Ben?”

“Yep. I bought this when it was just him and I, wanting a fresh start. Mom lives in the same neighborhood, though, just a few blocks over. It makes it easy for everybody.” Trace led me inside, and I looked at his body for what felt like the millionth time today, smiling as he led me to the kitchen. “I am going to take most of this over to her later, but I wanted some time alone with you.”

He oozed confidence and sex, and the way we got along today made me feel dizzy for a moment. I knew that I was in much deeper than I should be, given his career as a SEAL, but I couldn’t help myself. My crush on Trace had only grown since seeing him again after that kiss near the bar. We flirted the entire time we were at the store as well. There was no denying the intense attraction that was still between us, something that took my breath away.

Once the groceries were put away, Trace pressed me back against the kitchen counter to kiss me. He’d given me soft pecks while we were out, no doubt starting a lot of talk, but it got me all kinds of turned on, wondering what was in store for us next. I was about to find out.

His mouth parted my lips, and his tongue slid slowly inside as I wrapped my arms around his neck, straining to be closer to his hot body.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Em,” Trace told me as he released the button on my stretch jeans, pushing them and my panties down to the floor.

I blushed, realizing that there were a lot of windows surrounding us. Trace seemed to read my thoughts, and he whispered that the house was private as he lifted me up and sat me on the counter. I was bare, and he parted my legs wide and slid a hand over my folds slowly.

Oh, fuck.

His finger found my swollen clit, and he stroked it, making me drop my head back with a groan. I was still turned on from last night. I’d never admit that I got myself off more than once last night. As good as it had felt, it wasn’t anywhere as good as this.

I stared at Trace as he went to get a chair, leaving me alone for a moment. He faced the chair forward and sat down on it before stroking my inner thighs with his thumbs. Trace breathed on my pussy gently. I shivered, and he stared into my eyes.

“Do you want to come?” he asked, his voice a low, sexy baritone.

“Yes,” I breathed.

He thumbed my nub for a moment, staring at my bare pussy spread out before him.

“I’ll tell you when, Embry. Hold it until I do.”

Trace leaned forward and licked me, slow and firm. He clutched my legs to keep them apart. I was jerking before him, and he circled my clit slowly. I cried out and slipped one hand into his cropped hair.

He felt so good. He tasted and teased me, using his thick, talented tongue and brushes of his fingers. I felt myself edging close to an explosive release, but Trace pulled away, kissing my soft inner thigh. I begged him to keep going. He was such a fucking tease, and I needed to feel my body explode around him soon. I needed as much of him as I could get before he was gone again. Trace pressed his face into me again, licking me as I shivered.

Trace slipped one hand under my shirt to cup a breast through my lace bra. His other one drifted between my legs. He slipped a thick finger inside of me, and I wondered for a moment if everything was big on this man.

Trace curled his finger, brushing something deep inside of me that made me move against him. He sucked my clit between his teeth.

“I’m so close,” I moaned. “Please, Trace. Please. I need you.”

“Let it go for me, Embry,” Trace urged me as he brushed his finger against the same place again with another pass.

I felt my body explode from the inside as I came. Wetness gushed from my pussy and dripped down the curve of my ass onto the counter.

I’d read about these kinds of orgasms in books, but I never expected one in real life with or without sex.

I dropped back, laying on the counter as I breathed in. Trace moved slowly out of me, the pressure making my pussy ache as I watched him lick his finger slowly. “Your sweet cunt is so tight, Embry. I can’t wait to feel it around my cock.”

I groaned in agreement, unable to form words at this point. He gave me a few minutes to recover, and just as I was sitting up, we both heard a door open in another part of the house.

Trace’s eyes widened, and he pulled me down from the counter. He handed me my jeans and pointed down a hallway, mouthing his son’s name and then what looked like something about a bathroom. I grabbed my pants and underwear and hurried away from the kitchen. Shame and embarrassment filled me.

Shit. Fuck. Hell.

We were almost caught by his son. I blushed as I thought about what happened in that kitchen. I checked one of the doors, finding a small bathroom. I locked the door and leaned against the sink, breathing in deeply. That was incredible, and I played back the orgasm through my head before I looked in the mirror. I was flushed, and my eyes were a bright blue. I smiled slowly.

I wondered what was going to happen next as I ran wet hands over my hair, trying to tame the curls. I could be stuck in here until his son went to sleep for the night, and I dropped onto the toilet seat with a sigh.