To Tempt a SEAL (Sin City SEALs 1)

“Yes.” His voice was so low that she wondered if she’d imagined the word, knowing it was the one she wanted to hear. “Yes, Lucia. I have.”

She leaned against him and felt every inch of his body. Every inch. She bit her lower lip and resisted the urge to arch her back and rub against him here, by the side of the pool in the middle of a Vegas nightclub.

“I’m taking a mini vacation,” she murmured. “But I can’t afford more.”

“I don’t want more. All I want is you, gorgeous.”

When he said that word, she believed him. This man who would look at her for all the wrong reasons if they passed on the street in her hometown, he wanted her. She could feel it. Maybe he craved fantasy-filled sex as much as she did. Maybe he needed her, too. At least as much as they were offering each other in this moment.

He touched her jaw and turned her head to the side, careful to avoid her mask. She stared into his green eyes and saw his unspoken question. His lips hovered close to hers. So close she could feel his breath. But she knew from the way he denied himself that final inch between their mouths he wouldn’t kiss her without permission.

“Yes,” she said. “Kiss me.”

Like an uncaged animal, his mouth captured hers and brushed back and forth before demanding that she open to him. She parted her lips and let him in. His tongue touched hers, teasing her senses and sending her spiraling deeper into this unfamiliar dance.

She’d been kissed before. But never like this, with possession and lust vibrating through every touch of his mouth.

“Are there enough people here?” he asked, pulling back.

“Where?” She blinked, opening her eyes to the club buzzing around them.

“Out here. Dancing on the pool deck,” he said, keeping a hold on her. “For number three. An orgasm. In public.”

Her eyes widened. “Too many. You can’t. Not here.”

“Is that a challenge?” he asked mildly. “Because I could.”

“No.”

But he was right. She could climax right here, in this very public place, just from the sound of his voice and the feel of his body pressed against her. And oh, God, now number three felt like a mistake. The thought of an orgasm in public had seemed hot, sexy, and downright fun when she’d written the list. But now?

“No,” she repeated.

H

e nodded, scanning the area as if looking for an escape route. He cocked his head, his gaze narrowing. “How do you feel about breaking a few rules? Not yours. The club’s rules.”

“Will we get caught?”

“No guarantees.” He smiled down at her—and this one was wild and wicked. “But I’ve had some practice at covert missions.”

“I’ve been good for a long time,” she murmured, turning her head, following his gaze to the stairs leading to the upper cabana level. “I think I’m ready to be bad.”

He stepped back. “Take off your shoes.”

Just when she thought the low timbre of his voice couldn’t get any sexier, he issued a command and brought her closer to begging for his touch. She lifted her right foot, holding out her hand for balance as she loosened the black satin bow wrapped around her ankle.

His hand caught hers, preventing her from toppling into the pool. “I look at those ribbons, and I picture your legs spread, your ankles bound to my bed.”

Oh, yes…with every word, number three looked more and more like a reality. She pushed the shoe off her foot and let it fall to the ground. The pounding music masked the sound of the heel hitting the pool deck. She shifted her weight to her bare foot and pulled at the second ribbon.

“And then?” she asked.

He let go of her hand, lowered to one knee, and slipped her shoe off. He looked up at her as his free hand touched her calf, running up until he reached the hem of her dress. His fingers played with the fabric, drawing a gentle circle on her thigh.

“Fantasy number two,” he said. “And after you come against my mouth, after I taste you, Lucia, I promise you won’t remember your own name.”

“Oh.” The word slipped out as the picture formed in her mind. This man. Kissing her. There. Oh, yes.