Navy SEAL’s Virgin Lover by Nic Saint Page A

of her, though she hadn’t admitted it to herself before now. “It’s just that… we came here to have a good time, you know, but now it’s as if she’s having a good time all by herself, and I…” She shook her head, not knowing how to express the disappointment she felt.
    “You feel as if she deserted you?”
    “Something like that. Which is stupid, I know. I mean, she’s her own person. She can do whatever she wants. It’s not as if we had this understanding that we would spend all our time together. But still…”
    Ram picked up a twig and drew circles in the sand. “I’m pretty pissed with Burke myself, actually. I invited him over for a business deal, but all he seems to be doing is—”
    “Fucking around?”
    He gazed up at the unusually harsh words. He could probably tell she wasn’t used to refer to the act of lovemaking in these crude terms.
    “Exactly.”
    “What kind of business?”
    He shrugged, seemingly reluctant to broach the subject. It intrigued her. She hadn’t pegged Raminar as a businessman. “I thought you were military, actually,” she said therefore, when he remained silent.
    “I was. Special forces for fifteen years. I retired last year.”
    “Retired. And you’re still so young.”
    “Early retirement, actually. Besides, fifteen years in the military is like dog years. Hopping around the globe fighting wars is tough business.”
    She’d never met a soldier before, and to meet one now had her curiosity piqued. Especially one as easy to talk to as Ram. Even though they’d only met that morning, she felt as if she’d known him her whole life.
    “I’m an architect myself. Well, at least I studied architecture. But now I don’t know if I’ll ever be one.”
    When he didn’t respond, she figured her life was probably too boring for him, but then he said, “My dad was an architect. He always thought I’d follow in his footsteps. I remember as a kid being fascinated by the designs he made. I could never understand how a bridge that could carry the weight of trains and trucks and cars started its life on my dad’s desk. I thought it was like magic.”
    He smiled wistfully at the thought, and she felt a sudden urge to take his hand in hers.
    “He died last year.” He stared off across the ocean, his voice soft and filled with sadness. “He and Mom both.”
    She didn’t know what to say so she remained silent. Her hand did steal over to his, then, and when he laced his fingers through hers, she felt the connection extend beyond the physical.
    They were shoulder to shoulder, and watched as the sun started to set on the horizon, casting its brilliant light across the waves.
    She leaned her head against his shoulder, and when he slung his arms around her, she relished the embrace.
    “This is magic hour,” he whispered. “When the sun makes way for the moon? That’s when magic happens.”
    And when his lips found hers, she knew that magic had indeed happened, and this time she didn’t resist.

Chapter 13

    Ram didn’t know what he’d expected, but it most definitely hadn’t been this. The girl who kissed him back wasn’t some innocent coed but a real woman, who gave as well as she took.
    Stab for stab, she parried and riposted and when they found themselves in the sand, she was the one pinning him down and not the reverse.
    She quickly stripped off her t-shirt, and the sight of her pearly white breasts, gentle nubs of pink rising in the center, took his breath away. In the quickly disappearing light she was almost luminous, and so fucking gorgeous he could have died and gone to heaven.
    He reached for her, but the sly smile playing about her lips told him she had other plans.
    “Not yet,” she murmured, and reached down and stripped open his shirt, her hands pushing down on his chest as she bucked her hips against the saddle of his groin.
    He thrust up, and she emitted a throaty sound that had him hornier than a bull primed for breeding.
    If he couldn’t have her