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Chapter 3

“We’re home,” Sarah whispered to Ethan as she stood in the living room of the villa. She watched him close and lock the front door. The housekeeper smiled, bowed and placed a note in her hand. She then left and went back to her room in another wing of the massive stone villa.

Ethan came silently up behind Sarah, sliding his arms around her waist. Sarah sighed and leaned back against him, her head resting against his shoulder. “Home. Has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?” he rasped, kissing her hair.

“It does,” Sarah whispered, feeling a month’s worth of stress sloughing off her as Ethan pressed small kisses across her hair, her temple, and then began to nibble seductively at her ear. She lifted the note. “It’s from Emma and Khalid,” she whispered, her voice catching as his teeth caught and teased her earlobe. A zigzag of heat and sparks flew to her tightening breasts beneath her soft pink tank top. The man could turn her on like a light switch.

“Mmm,” he growled, sliding his hands to her hips and turning her around. Her eyes were drowsy with lust, no question. And when he surveyed her features, her cheeks slightly flushed, her lips parted and that pouty lower lip calling to him, Ethan had to call on his patience. They had two days. He was damned if he was leaving the bed for very long in between bouts of loving Sarah, teaching her, allowing her to learn from him.

“We should at least read the note,” Sarah chided him, giving him a bad-girl look. She held it between them and read it. “Dear Ethan and Sarah. Make yourselves at home. The housekeeper will make all your meals. Just enjoy and be. Love, Emma and Khalid.”

“They are wonderful people,” Ethan said, taking the note and laying it on a sideboard in the huge dining room. “And we owe them plenty.”

“I told Emma that I’d fly with her on my days off if she needed a copilot,” Sarah said, admiring the way his black T-shirt spanned his incredibly powerful chest and broad shoulders. “That’s the least I can do. They’ve given us safe haven.”

Sarah allowed her fingers to trace his shoulders. Just watching the tightening of his mouth, the smoldering look burning in Ethan’s gray eyes, she felt her thighs shiver with anticipation.

“That’s fair,” Ethan murmured, holding her hands flat against his chest with his. Looking down into her eyes, he said, “You look like a gorgeous goddess come to earth in a tank top and jeans. Angel, you really fill them out in just the right way.” He grinned, kissing the tip of her nose.

His hands were large and covered hers completely. Ethan had such animal grace and charisma. SEALs even referred to themselves as animals. No mistake in that one.

“What do you want to do?” Sarah asked, looking at him through her dark lashes. She watched that beautifully shaped male mouth of his draw into a confident, predatory grin.

“This,” Ethan rasped, suddenly lifting her off her feet and into his arms.

Sarah gasped, caught off guard, quickly settling her arms around his neck. “You’re such a rogue, Quinn,” she muttered, loving him. He carried her as if she were weightless.

“Hey,” Ethan protested, turning down the hall toward their suite, “I’m just a poor man who has this sumptuous goddess visiting me so I have to carry her off to my cave and never let her go.”

Sarah relaxed fully in Ethan’s arms. “Well, this goddess is whipped. She’s happy to have her mere human steal her off to his abode.”

She knew Ethan loved the Greek myths and had read them as a child. His mother, who was an English teacher, had schooled her children to speak Latin and read myths and fables from around the world. She wondered if that was what enabled him to write such heart-stirring poetry.

Ethan nudged the door open with the toe of his sneaker and carried Sarah into the dimly lit suite. “Yeah, well, too bad if you’re tired. I’m not.” He laughed as he brought her over to the bed and set her down on the edge. Ethan turned and went over to the door, shut and locked it. The SEAL in him wanted no interruptions.

Pouting, Sarah watched him pull the T-shirt off, revealing his darkly haired chest. Her breath caught, witnessing the economical, graceful male motion of his body. “I think you’ve just inspired this goddess.” She gave him a wicked look. She watched Ethan drop the T-shirt, push his sneakers off his large feet. Her heart rate picked up as his long, powerful hands unsnapped his Levi’s and unzipped them. It was no secret he was fully erect. It excited her. She could feel herself clenching inwardly, starving to have Ethan within her. Where he belonged.

Ethan gazed down at her. He knelt down and slowly opened her thighs so he could come closer to her. “I think this goddess loves her human so much, that her other world will just dissolve as he makes love to her.” He glided his hands from her knees up across her curved thighs. The rough jean material didn’t stop Ethan from feeling her beautiful, long thighs suddenly tense with anticipation. Smiling into her eyes, those black lashes framing their incredible glacier-blue, he took her mouth gently. And as he did, he moved his hand between her thighs, cupping her, already feeling her heat, the fabric damp beneath his exploring fingers.

A small breath caught in Sarah’s throat. She reacted to how his hand moved and held her in place. Instantly fire ignited in her lower body as he possessed her mouth, tongue touching hers, teasing her. His fingers roved suggestively against her entrance. Sarah cried out, the intense need within her almost painful when he pressed his hand against the material.

“Easy, Sarah,” he rasped, guiding her down on the bed, lifting her legs. Sarah’s eyes were wide with raw heat. There was nothing more powerful to Ethan than her wanting him. He lay on the left side of her, stretching out his naked length next to her. Leaning over on his elbow, he could feel Sarah’s neediness, saw it in her eyes, the way her lips parted, her breath becoming uneven. “You are so sensitive,” he said, kissing the lids of her eyes, wanting to worship her, touch every part of her. “Your eyes are like the blue sky and your mouth,” he leaned down, curving his lips over hers, feeling the softness of her lower lip, “nectar of the gods...”

“Ethan...” Sarah groaned, turning onto her side, wanting to be closer to him.

“Tell me what you want.”

“I want you,” Sarah whispered hoarsely, sliding her hand across his chest, feeling his muscles leap beneath his taut flesh. “Now. Not later, Ethan.”

He laughed huskily. “My little goddess has teeth,” and he saw her give him a dark, challenging look.

“I’ll show you teeth if you don’t stop teasing me. I want you now, Ethan. Not half an hour from now.”

He grinned, applauding her spirit. This wasn’t the Sarah whom he’d bedded three months ago. He unsnapped her jeans and pulled the zipper down. “Now you’re getting frisky,” he warned her in a low voice. “I like a woman who’s a warrior in my bed.”

The words sunk into her, triggered Sarah and she noticed that gleam in his eyes, the hunger. Every time they had made love, he’d encouraged her to tell him what she wanted. How she wanted it. Ethan had always said she came first, she was in control. He’d loved her carefully, tenderly and gently. Well, the way her body felt today, like a volcano ready to explode, she didn’t want nice or tender this morning.

Sarah sat up, pushing off her leather shoes and wriggled her jeans off, letting them drop carelessly to the carpet. In one motion, the tank top fell to the floor. She came and knelt beside him, flattening her hands out on his chest, dressed in only a white bra and silky panties. He looked curious but not surprised, his mouth engaged in boyish delight over her change. “Okay, you really want to know how I feel?” she demanded.

Ethan skimmed his hands up her arms, holding her serious expression. “Tell me, Sarah. Tell me everything.”

He sat up, moved his hands around her torso and unhooked her bra, her beautiful breasts spilling out of the cups. Her mind shorted out as he dropped the bra to the floor, curved his hands around those sensitive globes.

“You don’t play fair!” Sarah choked, leaning into his hands, her entire body trembling violently as he moved his thumbs across her hard nipples. She began to melt as bolts of electricity shot from her breasts straight to her womb. Her mind started to dissolve.

“I’m a SEAL,” he rasped, leaning down, taking one beautiful nipple into his mouth, suckling her, feeling her tremble and cry out. “I like to win,” he murmured, lifting his head. “Now, what do you want me to do to you? I’m listening.”

Sarah could barely think, his roughened hands caressing her, the heat intensifying in her lower body. “I—” She gulped, forcing herself to think through the haze of sex overtaking her. “Ethan,” she said, holding his smiling gray eyes, “I won’t break, dammit! Stop treating me like I’m some priceless vase that will shatter if you touch it the wrong way.” Her voice broke. “Please?”

“Are you sure?” he growled, holding very still, holding her beautiful soft warm breasts in his palms.

Sarah felt herself unraveling with hunger so sharp, it almost pained her. “I’m positive, Ethan.” His expression was questioning, as if he weren’t sure. “You said I had the control. Okay, fine, I do. I’ll be the first one to tell you to stop or not do something. I have a mouth. I speak. So, stop worrying, will you?”

A slow grin came to his mouth. “I hear you, sweet one. Are you ready to ride?”

Confused, Sarah looked at him. “What?”

Ethan released her breasts and slid his hands downward to the band of her silky white panties. Easing them off her, he coaxed her, “Come on,” he said, spanning her waist. “Climb on top of me.”

Sarah trusted Ethan with her life. As he lay down on the bed, he positioned her so that her thighs rested on either side of his hips.

“Now,” he grated, “sink down on me. Take what you want. When you’re hungry like this, this is a hell of a fast way to get what you’re after.”

His dark words echoed like fire though her. She sank lower and instantly, her wet, aching core contacted his erection. Eyes shuttering closed, Sarah felt the heat and raw pleasure as her weight settled upon his length. Ethan’s powerful thighs tensed and he groaned. His hands remained loose on her hips, not forcing her to do anything.

Ethan looked into her half-closed eyes as she placed her hands against his chest. “Experiment. Move. See what feels best for you.”

What wasn’t a pleasure? He was so hard and she melted like sweet honey around him. The moment he settled his hands on her hips, pulling her down upon him a little more firmly, a cry erupted in surprise from her.

“Put you full weight down on me,” he growled, watching her cheeks flame pink as the pleasure fired through her body. “You can’t hurt me....” It was almost as if Ethan was so intoxicated by her he could barely put two words together.

That was all the coaxing she needed. Sarah leaned forward, her hands splayed out across his chest, the delicious sensations rippling through her core and leaving her gasping in surprise. Her fingers tunneled through the fine, dark hair across Ethan’s chest as she rocked back and forth, discovering where the most pleasure could be found. Her whole lower body throbbed, clenched, wanting even more. Ethan lifted his hips, moving slowly into her, widening her, causing her to cry out in whimpers of raw, primal rapture.

Her body accommodated, flexed as Ethan slowly began to thrust into her. Capturing her hips, he brought her firmly down upon him. Instantly her womb spasmed and she couldn’t take in a breath. He slid her against him faster and when Ethan lifted his hips, the downward pressure on her core splintered into a million exploding suns, undulating throughout her in wave after wave of ecstasy.

Sarah arched, a low, animal-like cry tearing out of her. She was a helpless prisoner to her hungry orgasm, clenching and unclenching, driving her to the edge of faintness. Sarah lost her mind, tumbling and falling into her awakened, famished body. She felt singed, like Icarus who had flown too close to the sun, exploding into flames and falling, falling, falling....

Ethan smiled as Sarah experienced the gift of release. She tightened around him, muscles squeezing him so damned tightly, he could barely control himself. Her body was flushed, her eyes tightly closed, her fingers digging deep into his chest. He felt tortured, so damn close to coming, wanting to surge into her, take her, but he waited until she began to collapse around him.

“Come here,” he said, gently taking Sarah and placing her on her back.

She was gasping for air, her chest heaving, trembling. Ethan gave her a very feral look, sliding his hand beneath her hips, pulling her up against him. Her eyes flew open. He thrust deeply into her. A wild moan tore out of her, the pleasure amping up within her like unexpected lightning.

Ethan felt her tightness around him, the sweetness of her body enclosing him, and he gave a guttural groan, feeling the searing edge of ecstasy stalking him. Gritting his teeth, he jerked and surged powerfully into the liquid fire of her body. Sweat coursed down his temples, his shoulders and chest damp as the release flowed out of him. His entire body felt paralyzed with fiery pleasure. Dimly, he heard Sarah cry out, gripping his thick shoulders, her hips bucking against him. He wished he had that kind of staying power and helped her prolong her pleasure until she finally collapsed beneath him, breaths tearing out of her mouth.

Lying across her, mindful of his weight, Ethan planted his elbows just above Sarah’s shoulders. Leaning down, he skimmed his mouth across her parted, panting lips. Sarah’s eyes barely opened, a burning turquoise-blue.

Ethan smiled faintly. “Damn, you’re an incredible goddess. And so hot and sweet...” He took her mouth, drawing her ragged breaths into him. Eventually Ethan removed himself, brought Sarah to his side and then wrapped his arms around her, tucking her against his body.

* * *

Sarah awoke sleepily. Her body still glowed in the aftermath. She became aware of Ethan curved protectively around her, one of his arms beneath her neck, the other across her waist. His breath was shallow, indicating he was sleeping. Sarah had no idea what time it was. The light peeking around the dark floor-to-ceiling drapes didn’t tell her anything. She didn’t want to move, warm and happy in Ethan’s arms. His moist breath feathered softly across her temple and brow. Closing her eyes, Sarah simply wanted to imprint the moment, the fierce love she held for him in her heart. Even in sleep, Ethan guarded her and shielded her. She didn’t know that a man could make her feel protected until Ethan had stepped into her life.

Sarah felt Ethan awaken, nothing sharp or jolting, rather as if coming out of a deep, luxurious sleep. He moved his hand to her belly, his long fingers splaying out across it. His breathing changed, became deeper and slower. Opening her eyes, she turned her head and met his sleepy gray eyes. Her gaze dropped to his mouth and she couldn’t resist, lifting herself to kiss him softly. For the next few moments they languished.

Groaning, Ethan turned on his back, drawing Sarah into his arms, her head coming to rest against his right shoulder. “I was dreaming I was making love to this incredible goddess. She had such full, beautiful breasts, nice widely curved hips, the kind a man can hold on to....”

She smiled and nestled against him, his flesh warm and hard against hers. “I like the dream,” she whispered, “I think I was in it.”

“Sarah, you were the main attraction.” He wiped his eyes with the palm of his hand. “God, you can drive a man insane with that body of yours.”

She laughed softly, moving her fingers through the silky hair across his chest. “Well, you certainly help me lose my mind, too.”

“We’re good together,” Ethan agreed.

Sarah nodded, happy just to have this quiet time with him. “I love you, Ethan....”

Her whispered words flowed through him like sunlight. “I love you, too, angel. I wanted to tell you that but damn, during lovemaking, you just steal my mind and I can’t think one word.”

“I never knew how good this could be,” she murmured.

“It will only get better,” Ethan promised, moving his hand across her shoulder. A shoulder that handled so much responsibility when she was in the air. Sarah was strong and it had helped her open up and finally trust the woman’s side of herself. Humbled, Ethan lifted his head and looked at the digital clock on the dresser. Groaning, he muttered, “It’s almost noon.” They’d arrived at 0900.

“We were both tired,” Sarah said, inhaling his masculine scent, the hot sunlight and the pine-scented soap he’d used to shower with earlier.

“Hungry?”

She grinned. “Not anymore.” Sarah felt his chest rumble with laughter, watching his mouth carelessly curve. Ethan’s face was strong, darkly tanned, and the beard did nothing but give him that air of dangerousness. When he slid a look toward her, she pouted and said, “Well, maybe we had dessert first. I am kind of hungry, for a goddess...”

* * *

They made beef sandwiches at 1300 after finally deciding they’d better get out of bed and get some protein. Sarah found a jar of butter pickles, Ethan found some chips. They ate at the long, oval dining room table. The housekeeper did not appear and Sarah was glad she respected their need to be alone. The villa almost felt as if they owned it and they were sitting down to enjoy a lunch with one another. Ethan discovered some beer in the fridge and opened two bottles to go with their scavenger lunch.

He sat at the end of the table, his plate on an orange place mat. Sara sat to his right. He watched her nibble on the pickle, her lips so damned beautiful. He wanted her to nibble on him like that. It didn’t get any better than this.

“What are your future plans?” Ethan asked, picking up another pickle, watching her.

“Hmm, well—” Sarah eyed him warmly “—to marry you.”

“When?”

There was a seriousness in his eyes. “When we get rotated back to the States.”

“Sounds wise.” He held her gaze. “My parents were asking me in an email about a week ago if you would mind if we got married at their ranch in Texas.”

“That sounds wonderful. I love rural country.” And then Sarah shrugged, faraway pain in her voice. “I don’t have a family, Ethan. You’re marrying a stray.”

His heart clenched in his chest. Every so often, the past would come bleeding through her present like a stain and make him wince inwardly. He remained still, saying nothing for a moment. “You’re not a stray,” he said gently, reaching out and placing his finger beneath her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. “My family will love you. I love you. You belong to me, Sarah. I belong to you. I don’t see any stray here, do you?” Ethan looked around him to prove the point after releasing her chin.

Her lips quirked as she finished off the last of her sandwich, famished. “You’re right. Sometimes...I get scared.”

“Of what?” God knew, Sarah had plenty to be frightened of. The ghosts from her past would have destroyed most people.

Sarah shrugged. “I’m afraid I’ll lose you, Ethan.” There, she’d finally admitted it. The terror of losing him was so huge for her, she couldn’t ignore it or hide from it.

Reaching out, Ethan grazed her cheek. “I’m not going to abandon you, Sarah. I’d never do that.” His voice lowered with emotion. “You’re the woman I want to wake up to every morning I draw a breath into my body. Your smile just makes my heart hammer with joy I’ve never felt before.”

His words seemed to drive out her fear, for now. “I’ve never been in love, Ethan. I never knew it could be like this. It’s like bright sunlight and I’m getting so used to it, love it so much, that I’m afraid something will come along and throw me back into that pitch darkness I lived in for so long.”

Ethan wiped off his hands with the linen napkin, pushed back his chair and stood up. “Come here,” he urged thickly, holding out his hand to her as he pulled the chair back for her.

He led Sarah over to the long L-shaped dark brown leather couch, sat her down with him and gathered her into his arms. She curled her legs beneath her, content to be held by him. “You’ve come such a long way alone, Sarah,” Ethan told her quietly, his lips against her hair. “And now that you’ve found me and I’ve found you, you’re afraid I’ll be taken or leave.”

Ethan pressed a kiss to her hair as she buried her face against his neck, her palm against his chest. “It’s okay to feel it. It’s normal. Hell, there isn’t a day goes by that I don’t feel fear of losing you. There’s so many ways it can happen.” Tears pricked the back of his eyes. Easing Sarah away, angling her so that he could look deeply into her eyes, he whispered, “You’re my soul mate. There will never be anyone else but you. And we’ve just got to have faith that we’ll make it through this deployment alive and well. We have so much to look forward to, Sarah. So much...”

Tears silently trailed down her cheeks. “I’ve just never felt like this Ethan. I feel like my heart is being gnawed away every time you go on patrol. I’m so damned scared, I’m ashamed of myself. I thought only teenage girls went through this kind of thing.”

Ethan laughed quietly and nudged some dark strands away from her temple. “Oh no, that’s reserved for everyone. It’s not age related—it’s love related. When you love someone, you automatically worry about them.” He caught her downcast look. “Okay?”

“I’m sorry for being such a whiner.”

He squeezed her. “You whine to me anytime you want. I like to hear what’s in your head and heart, Sarah. You never bore me. You never will. You’re smart, a fox, and you’re mine.”

Sarah still couldn’t shake the impending doom she felt. Maybe it was hormones. If she hadn’t been on the pill for the past nine years, she’d still have whipsaw periods that sent her into angry rages and nonstop irritability. Perhaps, it was nothing more than her period, which was always irregular in combat.

Still, it didn’t ease Sarah’s fear of losing Ethan. He was so alive, so male, so incredibly sensitive and tender toward her that she knew she’d die if he was ever lost to her. Sarah simply didn’t have the strength to survive his loss.

“Come on,” Ethan urged her softly, “let’s finish our beer and then I want to show you some family photos.” He leaned over, catching Sarah’s gaze. “My mother has been ragging on me ever since I told her I gave you an engagement ring. Rescue me, will you?”

“Okay,” Sarah said, feeling better. “I do want to meet your family. They sounded so nice from the way you described them to me.” And she realized she would, once more, have a real family. Ethan’s family. A nice family, like Hank and Mary had given her from age twelve to eighteen years old. Ethan released her and she missed his warmth, his quiet strength.

“Come on,” Ethan urged, holding out his hand to her. Sarah seemed disturbed about something and he wasn’t sure his words had addressed it or made her feel any better. He led her back to the table and pulled out the chair for her. These two days were going to cement their relationship and make it indestructible. And Ethan wanted to spend every minute of it with Sarah.