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Pleasing Her SEAL

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When the pleasure inside her snapped, the orgasm rippling through her, he kissed her through that, too, easing her down, keeping her safe as she shrieked out his name and lost herself to the sensation.

Eventually she came back to herself and released her death grip on his head. He snapped the necklace free, fisting the tiny pieces of candy like a knight seizing his lady’s favor, except there was nothing chaste about how Mason had touched her. What he’d done was raw and erotic, and she wouldn’t have had it any other way.

He slid up her body, his eyes never leaving her face. “I’m keeping the necklace.”

He could keep whatever he wanted. “Are we done?”

“Not at all.” He swept her up in his arms, snagging her bag.

“Oh, good.” The ease with which he lifted her made her feel skinny and delicate. She wasn’t those things—didn’t mind that she wasn’t because Mason clearly enjoyed her curves—but it was nice to be held so close. Plus, her knees were all quivery. He could go Neanderthal on her anytime he wanted.

He carried her back to the villa with long, easy strides, not saying anything in particular. She rested her face against his chest, drinking in the way his fingers caressed the bare skin of her back. Her big red-and-white Aztec-print bag bumped his mighty fine ass with each step he took, but he didn’t look as though he minded, and if she got any more turned on, she’d spontaneously combust.

“No sex on the beach?” She had to ask.

A grin curved his mouth. “You’d sunburn.”

“It’s after sunset. Chicken.” She grinned at him. God, he was cute.

He nipped her mouth in a quick, hard kiss, striding up the path. “I’m voting for a bed.”

* * *

NORMALLY, MASON COULD keep his inner caveman in check, even if his imagination sometimes suggested other, fun ways to please his partner. Today? Not so much. He felt a primal satisfaction in holding Maddie close, in carrying her. She wasn’t getting away from him now.

Not that she looked as if she was trying.

She tugged at his shirt, licking the sensitive hollow of his collarbone before she sucked the skin. Pleasure followed the sharp, bright burst of pain. Jesus. She couldn’t wait, either, and that definitely made his caveman happy.

He somehow got the door to her villa open, dumped her bag on the couch and slid the dead bolt home. A housekeeping interruption wasn’t part of his plans.

“Bedroom,” she panted, sliding her hands beneath his T-shirt.

God. She drove him crazy. The feel of her wet, lush mouth suckling him, that adorable curiosity of hers...that and her uninhibited hunger for him? Yeah. He was a total goner. He took her into the bedroom, shoving down the covers and dropping her onto the mattress. After setting his phone on the bedside table—although he’d kill Gray if their recall timeline got stepped up—he performed a mental weapons check. He was clear.

“Get naked.” She popped up, hands tugging impatiently at his clothes. Her landing had tossed her skirt up around her waist, and her red thong was a thing of beauty. “Or I’m not waiting.”

When she ran a finger over her satin-covered center, he almost exploded.

“You’re waiting.”

She licked her lips, a devilish smile lighting up her face. “Make me.”

“Is that a dare, sweetheart?”

She reached for his belt, tugging and undoing him.

* * *

THE HUNGRY LOOK in Maddie’s eyes was hot, and holding on was the last thing Mason wanted to do, but he had to make this good for her. He needed her to remember this, remember them. Bracing his body over hers, he planted his knees on either side of her hips and captured her hands in one of his. She didn’t resist when he pulled them over her head and twisted her ponytail around his hand, tugging her head back to expose the soft curve of her throat. She was so close to him that there wasn’t an inch of space left between them and yet she was nowhere near enough.

She tilted her hips, cradling his dick against hot, damp skin.

“I said wait,” he growled, because if she kept sliding herself along the length of him, he was done for.

She rocked against him, pretty brown eyes meeting his as she smiled. Slowly. She knew exactly how to tease him. “And I said now.”

“Maybe we should play a game.” And just to make his point, to tease her back, he slid himself over the seam of her red thong. She felt so damned sexy, laid open beneath him and trusting him to make this good for them both. She twined her legs around his, meeting his next stroke with an erotic promise that worked a groan from him. Killing him.



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