Rescued by the Navy Seal

By: Leslie North

Chapter 1

Jared set Rita down in his bathroom. Touching her face, gently and wiping a stray tear, he smiled at her.

“Don’t move.”

As Rita waited, Jared turned on the hot water and began filling the tub. Grabbing bath salts and some scented oil, he set it by the tub and turned back to Rita. Taking her by the hand, he pulled her toward the center of the room. Kneeling in front of her, he untied her boots and removed both, followed quickly by her socks. Tapping her left leg, Rita bent her knee as Jared put her foot on his shoulder. Slowly inspecting her foot and leg, Jared checked for any injuries. Rubbing the palm of his hand up her leg, he wrapped his hand around her calf as he squeezed gently and pressed light kisses to the inside of her knee. Sliding both hands up her leg, he rubbed her thigh before setting her foot back down. Tapping her right leg, he repeated his inspection as Rita groaned.

“Jared, I’m not injured, this isn’t necessary,” said Rita breathlessly. “But that tub looks inviting.”

Kissing the inside of her right knee, Jared looked up at her. “I’ll be the judge of that.” Putting her foot back on the floor, he rose slowly. Leaning across her, he adjusted the water flow as he poured the salts and lavender oil in the tub. Turning back toward Rita, he reached for the belt on her shorts. Freeing the clasp, he tugged the zipper down and dropped her shorts to the floor. Bending, he kissed her stomach as his hands made lazy circles around her hips. Pulling her closer, Jared continued to kiss her as he slowly kneaded her ass. Cupping her cheeks, he inhaled her scent. The steamy mix of lavender with her arousal was turning him on.

Taking a deep breath, he pressed more kisses to her body as he rose in front of her. Reaching for the hem of her shirt, he quickly pulled it over her head before reaching for the front clasp on her bra. A quick tug and her bra followed her shirt to the floor. Stepping forward, he grabbed her hips and pulled her against him. Watching her eyes, he slowly slid his hands up the sides of her body and around her back. Touching her everywhere, he inspected her. As his hands swept around to her front, he firmly cupped her breasts as he absently rubbed her aureoles and flicked at her nipples. At her sudden breath, he watched as her eyes clouded over.

He had been panicked when he saw her with Tucker. While he couldn’t see the man’s face, he’d heard enough about him to know to be wary. When he had been able to get close enough to see and hear what was going on, it was all he could do to keep from leaping in there, guns blazing. Granted, he would have wasted precious time running back to his truck for his sidearm. He was now giving serious thought to a conceal permit so he could carry it with him. Shaking out of his reverie, Jared looked at Rita. Her pupils had grown quite large in the dimmed light. Smiling tentatively at him, Rita reached for the buttons on his shirt. As he continued to touch her, Rita fumbled with the buttons. Giving up, she tugged on his shirt as the buttons pulled loose. Reaching for his belt buckle, she unhooked it before tucking it in the front pocket of his jeans. As Jared cupped her face, Rita paused to smile at him. Her eyes still glistened and in that moment, Jared knew that he wanted to wipe those fears from her memory.

Scooping her up, he placed her in the tub. Stepping back, he finished stripping off his clothes before climbing in behind her. Reaching for a washcloth, he grabbed the soap and began to wash her slowly, determined to remove the day’s filth from her. Leaning against his chest, Rita nestled her head against his shoulder as Jared washed the day’s events from her.

Pushing her forward, Jared made quick work of her back and arms before pulling her back against him. Grabbing her hands, he kissed both her arms before he pulled them over her head and around his neck. Kissing her shoulder, he began washing her chest. With each swipe around a breast, Rita would gasp. Reaching for a second towel, Jared began a rhythmic pattern as he washed her front. As he cupped both breasts with the towels, he twisted them lightly. The textured sensation against her fevered skin had Rita arching against him. Jared pulled her back against him. The effects of her movements were taking its toll on him, as his arousal pushed against her back. Rubbing harder, Jared’s hands slowly swept down her body. Pausing to add more soap, he pushed Rita’s legs farther apart as he swept the washcloths around her hips and over her thighs. Sliding both hands slowly back up the inside of her thighs, Rita gasped as she arched, meeting his hands. Sliding his left arm around her waist, Jared pinned her tightly against him as his right hand cupped her mound. The rough texture of the towel coupled with the gentle bubbles as he moved in the water had Rita tossing her head against his shoulder. Moaning, she tried to lift her hips, but he held her tight.

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